Said the mamba snake to the cockatoo. I can't get no sleep like I used to do. All night long, the wild boys run through the streets. They're shootin' up the night, I listen to them fight.
Mother says, "Be careful". And don't stay out too long. Don't do things you shouldn't. Miss me when I'm gone. . Daddy says, "Not now son". Well just do the best you can.
We were visited last evening. By a servant of the day. He had traveled miles on horseback. To scout his master's way. . And he only had a moment. To warm his frozen hands.
Mother says, "Be careful". And don't stay out too long. Don't do things you shouldn't. Miss me when I'm gone. . Daddy says, "Not now son". Well just do the best you can.
Sometimes I dream of the future. And sometimes I travel down Memory. Lane. With the Yesterday Daily Review. . Memories carefully kept in a pile. Like newspapers stacked in a corner.
I'm the Midnight Man,. I do all I can,. To make sure that I am. The Midnight Man.. . Midnight Man's on time,. Everything is fine.. All the words in rhyme,.
Can't think of any reason. Don't know exactly why. Must be it's out of season. Give it another try. . I'm out here in the meadow. Part of an old stone wall.
Stayed up all night waiting, thought that you might call. Half the night debating, seems like after all. You made your mind up, Oh I guess you made your mind up.
Malibu will get ya. Malibu. Malibu will get ya. Malibu. It'll get ya!. -. Private gates. Prime rates. Unreal estates. How do you do?. -. Malibu will get ya.
People, look at us now. In the midst of confusion. We lost sight somehow. How, in the name of the planet. I just don't understand it. Look at us now. .
I'm not saying that I'm something special. But you might know my name to some degree. Sometimes I can't believe that I'm still standing. And it feels pretty good to be me.
Sometimes, I can't help but feeling that I'm. Living a life of illusion. And oh, why can't we let it be. And see through the hole in this wall of confusion.
I have a mansion but forget the price. Ain't never been there, they tell me it's nice. I live in hotels, tear out the walls. I have accountants, pay for it all.
I was taken by surprise by the thunder. Sit and stared out at the rain. Taken back, I was younger. In a vacant lot day. . And the fall brought an Indian summer.
A woman was by to see you. She didn't leave a name. She told me that she loved you. And she said, "It's all the same". . She said, she'd just been raining.
Doesn't make a difference. I don't care how far. We can go the distance. In my car. In my car. . Don't bother with directions. Doesn't matter where we are.
Somewhere out there on that horizon. Out beyond the neon lights. I know there must be somethin' better. But there's nowhere else in sight. . It's survival in the city.
If I could show you. All of the things, that you'd love to see. And I'd like to start you laughing. All that you want, is my sympathy. . Time won't bring back, all the time, going back.
I'm actin' different but I'm acting in the same old way.. I'm actin' different, different, but I have not changed.. What can about bright lights?. Dressing room roses, opening night, butterflies?.