Who can it be knocking at my door?
Sister Suzie, brother John
Martin Luther, Phil and Don
Brother Michael, auntie Gin
Open the door and let 'em in
Didn’t you love the things that they stood for?
Didn’t they try to find some good for you and me?
And we’ll be free
Some day soon, and it’s a-gonna be one day…
Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
I thought I saw him walkin’ up over the hill,
With Abraham, Martin and John.
Ah, but I got it from Agnes
Or maybe it was Sue
Or Millie or Billie or Gillie or Willie
It doesn’t matter who
There’s a Crawford, Davis and a tacky Cary Grant
And some Homeboys lookin’ for trouble down here from the Bronx
But there ain’t no Hairy and no Virgin Mary
You won’t hear those voices again
And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita
You’ll never see those faces again
This Halloween is something to be sure
Especially to be here without you
Carly Simon, I behold her, Rolling Stones and centerfoldin’
Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers, can’t stop now, I got the shivers
Mungo Jerry, Peter Peter Paul and Paul and Mary Mary
Dr. John the nightly tripper, Doris Day and Jack the Ripper
And when you hear a dining room smash
Or up from the pantry there comes a loud crash
Or down from the library there comes a loud ping
From a vase that was commonly said to be Ming
Then the family will say: “Now which was which cat?
It was Mungojerrie AND Rumpleteazer!”
And there’s nothing at all to be done about that!
I’m walking down this empty road to nowhere
I pass by the houses and blocks I once knew
My mother told me not to mess with sorrow
But I always did, and Lord, I still do
I’m still breaking the rules
Miss Misfortune sails down the rails with her brow to the windowpane,
The scenery that she sees in her soul doesn’t match with the blur in her brain,
Oh, she can trace the tricks of the tracks like the ribs of a rattlesnake,
Till all her pastel chalk lines of fact are erased like a schoolgirl’s slate.
She is reading her own tattoos,
Her diary is the evening news,
She can’t give a damn on cue,
On a freight train to nowhere.
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don’t tell what train I’m on
They won’t know what route I’m going
Life is so strange when you don’t know
How can you tell where you’re going to
You can’t be sure of any situation
Something could change and then you won’t know
You ask yourself
Where do we go from here
It seems so all too near
Just as far beyond as I can see
I still don’t know what this all means to me
Somebody said to me
Why do you do this to you
Why not sit back and relax
Go to the islands and forget it all
Slow down, you’re moving too fast
You seem afraid it won’t last
Take my advice, go straight and settle down
Thank you for caring, but tonight the lights will take me where I long to be
Just like a thousand nights before
I can’t explain, it gives me something
I’m trading the city for a tropical tree,
And if you meet anyone who’s asking for me.
Tell all and each, that they can reach,
Me on the beach down St Thomas way.
In man’s evolution he has created the cities and the motor traffic rumble,
But give me half a chance and I’d be taking off my clothes and living in the jungle
Cause the only time that I feel at ease
Is swinging up and down in a coconut tree
Oh what a life of luxury
To be like an ape man
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t want to leave the congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I’m so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
It’s six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch!
Daylight come, and me wanna go home
And I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Goin’ home
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleedin’ me, leadin’ me
Goin’ home
Oh the prairie lights are burnin’ bright
The Chinook wind is a-movin’ in
Tomorrow night I’ll be Alberta bound
I can’t stay here and I’m scared to leave
So kiss me once and then
I’ll go to hell, I might as well
Be whistlin’ down the wind
Like a bat out of hell
I’ll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell
I’ll be gone gone gone