Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?
Everybody run, the homecoming queen’s got a gun
Everybody run, the homecoming queen has got a gun
She’s a killer queen
Gunpowder, gelatine,
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind - ANYTIIIIIIME !
Sorrow beheld her face,
false love supplied her grace.
Knowing Arthur’s fights and his trusted knights
meant more than his queen.
Oh what a night,
Why’d it take so long to see the light?
Seemed so wrong but now seems so right.
What a lady what a night.
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I’ve written
Never meaning to send
Gimme a ticket for an airplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone
I’m going home
My baby wrote me a letter.
Rode in on the Greyhound,
I’ll be walking out if I go.
I’m leaving on a jet plane
don’t know when I’ll be back.
I remember still, I guess I always will,
that winter day I took the west-bound flight
as I looked down from the plane
you were standin’ in the rain
you waved goodbye til I was out of sight
Going through security I held her for so long.
She finally looked at me in love, and she was gone.
Just a song before I go, a lesson to be learned
traveling twice the speed of sound, it’s easy to get burned.
People are sayin’ the woman is damned,
She makes you burn with a wave of her hand.
'm gonna tell you a story, strange as it now seems
Of zombie, voodoo, gris gris, and the Witch Queen of New Orleans
She lived in a world of magic, possessed by the devils skew
From a shack near the swamplands, made of mud-pile brick
Marie stirred her witches brew
Do you mean to tell me that was the Voudouine?
Yes it was none other, the Queen of New Orleans.
The Queen of Diamonds let you down
She was just an empty fable.
Thr Queen of Hearts you say you’ve never met.
Your twisted fate has found you out
And it’s finally turned the table.
They stole your dreams and paid you with regret
The club Queen heard her husband’s call, but Lord, that Queen of Diamond’s joy
When the outlaw in the heavenly hall turned out to be her wanderin’ boy.
Now Mudd, he checked, and Gold bet all; Mudd he raised, and Gold did call
And his smile just melted off his face when Mudd turned over that Diamond Ace.
Now here’s what this story’s told: You feel like Mudd, you’ll end up Gold;
Feel like lost, you’ll end up found, so Amigo, lay them raises down.
Know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money while you’re sitting at the table
there be time enough for counting when the dealing’s done.
I wanna hold em’ like they do in Texas Plays
Fold em’ let em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me
All my ex’s live in Texas
And Texas is the place I’d dearly love to be
But all my ex’s live in Texas
And that’s why I hang my hat in Tennessee
Long about eighteen and twenty five
I left Tennessee very much alive