In the city there’s a thousand things I want to say to you…
And I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who’d walk a thousand miles to fall down at your door
These boots are made for walking
and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days, these boots
are gonna walk all over you.
I’m walking
Yes indeed I’m talking
Bout you and me
I’m hoping
That you’ll come back to me
Love is a rose but you better not pick it
It only grows when it’s on the vine
A handful of thorns and you know you missed it
you lose your love when you say the word mine.
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose
A faint heart never won fair hand,
So says the Rose of England.
Goodbye England’s rose
From a country lost without your soul
Who’ll miss the wings of your compassion
More than you’ll ever know
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Til we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.
England, oh England, the country so great
the land so fair and so true
I’ve never seen any colours like
the red, the white, and the blue
Wide-angle watcher of life’s ancient tales
Steeped in the history of London
Green and grey washes in a wispy white veil
Mist in the streets of Westminster
Now the winter comes down
I can’t stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I’m buggered to damnation
And I haven’t got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London
And the boys from the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And mild and sweet their songs repeat
Of peace on earth good will to men
At Christmas time it’s hard,
but when you’re having fun
There’s a world outside your window
And it’s a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there are the clanging
chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it’s them , instead of youuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
And it’s too late baby, now it’s too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can’t hide
And I just can’t fake it
Don’t
Don’t you want me?
You know I don’t believe you
when you say that you don’t need me.
It’s much too late to find
When you think you’ve changed your mind
You’d better change it back or we’ll both
Be Sorry.
He worked hard all year, just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old ladys into modelin, she can’t get away from a phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says, down there there is nothing to do
Her goddamn phone never stops ringin
Hell try the service in a day maybe two
Vacation, all I ever wanted
Vacation, time to get away!