I cant go to the movies. I ain't got the fair. I like it make to disco. But I havent got a thing to ware. I'm gonna take my stereo. And call up everyone.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God I know I'm one. . My mother was a tailor.
Night winds, cold & melancholy. Wail a blue from holly. Oh, my tragedy. Like a misery meant for only me. While I linger weary 'neath a willow tree. . Right here our romance was started.
Love bird, you flew into my window. Now in the sticky love nest sits a widow. The tree it fell on all the people. Gathered there to watch it topple. .
In the house where Alice lives. (Alice's). it's a mess of souvenirs. let to remind you telling the time. ?. ?. people say it's cold outside. you disagree, she's telling me....
There are colors flashing. People wearing stars and stuff. There are engines crashing. There's a way to turn it off. It gets so hard at times. To take it serious.
They tore up our kisses and ran. On tomorrow's pages. And the lions have eaten the lamb. On tomorrow's pages. There's a day of your life in your hands.
I'm a heartbreak beat, yea, all night long. And nobody don't dance on the edge of the dark. We've got the radio on. And it feels like love,. But it don't mean a lot.
Heaven. Is the whole of the heart. And heaven don't tear you apart. Yeah heaven. Is the whole of the heart. And heaven don't tear you apart. There's too many kings.
She's a heartbeat. Yeah, she's a heartbeat. She's a door at the end of a dead end street. She's a heartbeat. And footsteps I hear her footsteps. Here comes rumours and lies.
Just when I'm sure that I've got it all down. Somethin' jumps up and spins me around. Sometimes it's the light from my little boy's eyes. Takin' me by surprise.
I was so sure. Of every step I took. I never thought to look. At all the other roads. Or to wonder where they lead. I didn't think. That there was much I lacked.
Here comes Santa Claus. Here comes Santa Claus. Right down Santa Claus Lane. Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer are. Pulling on the rein. Bells are ringing, Children are singing.
Here comes the sun. (Doo da doo doo). Here comes the sun. And I say. "It's alright". . Little darlin'. It's been a long cold lonely winter. Little darlin'.
On Las Cuevas Boulevard. There she works her fingers hard. Playing castanets and swaying. To a steel drum in the dark. She wears flowers in her hair. Sings calypso in the square.