Now, teacher, don’t you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin’ ain’t allowed in school
I learned to play some lead guitar
I was underage in this funky bar
And I stepped outside to smoke myself a J
I don’t even dare to ask your age
It’s enough to know you’re here backstage
You’re jailbait, and I just can’t wait
Jailbait baby come on
Girl, you’ll be a woman soon.
Havin’ my baby
What a lovely way of sayin’
How much you love me
If I was a carpenter,
And you were a lady,
Would you marry me anyway,
Would you have my baby?
If I had a hammer
I’d hammer in the morning
I’d hammer in the evening
All over this land
Stop, Hammer time!
The world is loaded
It’s lit to pop and nobody is gonna stop
Skyrockets in flight! Afternoon delight!
Tuesday afternoon
Monday, Monday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
Hour by hour
day by day
love leaks out
and goes away.
Day after day
Love turns grey
Like the skin on a dying man
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
If you’ve been bad, Lord I bet you have
And you’ve not been hit by flying lead
You’d better close your eyes and bow your head
And wait for the ricochet
I hear your mother was the talk of the sticks
Nothin that your daddy wouldn’t do for kicks
Never done a thing worthwhile, evil woman child
I get no kick from champagne
There’s too much blood in my alcohol.