Out of my tent flap looking in the night. I can see the counselors, "Oh what a sight!". Cold cream on their face and curlers in their hair.
What now my love, now that you've left me. How can I live through another day. Watching my dreams turning to ashes. And all my hopes into bits of clay.
Oh, I'm gettin', yes I'm gettin' tired. A you trucking my blues away. I'm gettin' so tired. A tellin' ya about the same thing everyday. . Now, here I sit here on the fence.
I'm writing this letter. To say good-bye. I know it will hurt you. Yes, you will cry. . Baby, baby. Won't you forgive me?. I know I am wrong. I kept pretending.
1.. If health care means Barack Obama. can yank out the plug on Momma,. it clearly shows,. Anything goes.. . When acolytes of global warming. see proof of their dire warning.
Sing C'est La Vie. And soon you will see. Your cares will be free. Just sing C'est La Vie. . I once knew a man. Who owned a butcher shop. He also had apartments.
(copyright Steven Cavanagh 1993-2002). . Bye-bye-bye, bye Alderaan. Bye-bye-bye, bye Alderaan. Bye-bye-bye, bye Alderaan. . Alderaan, oh Alderaan. Alderaan.
The poets and the Socrates was bounding out. Their eulogies about what to do. The troopers with their tangled hair were proven. That they didn't care about nothing new.
The summer flowers are waiting. The birds bed up for mating. A bee was pollinating. And I was calculating. . Like a silly fool. Wondering what to do. Wondering what to do.
You see my face in the stars. You don't know me. You write my name on your walls. But you don't know me. I feel you tracing my scars. But you don't know me.
I got a boss that likes to ride my back. Down at the factory. Somebody's always riding my bumper. Honking when the light turns green. I loaned my best buddy money.
Little man, when you stand by my side. Then I know I don't have to hide from anyone. And I pray that we'll stay just that way. 'Till the day comes along when we catch the sun..
With his big brown eyes. He came my way. I didn't know then. What he had to say. . I could tell. That he felt bad. By the way he looked. That he was sad, oh, yeah.
You're not the kind of guy. That make the girls all sigh. And they never turn their heads. And looked when you walked by. . But baby, that's okay. I love you anyway.
They say we're young and we don't know. We won't find out until we grow. Well I don't know if all that's true. 'Cause you got me, and baby I got you. .
Hi, this is Sonny. And Cher. . And this is the other side of our record. When, when you cut a record. Every one always asks you. What you are gonna put on the other side.
I think this party is going badly. Is there something wrong. I see faces looking sadly. Have I stayed too long. . Even though I see me smile. That same scene and acting wild.
Hello, little school girl. Good morning, little school girl. Can I go home with you?. Can I go home, later wit' you?. . Now, you can tell yo' mother an' yo' father, mm.
When people say, you're not my kind. And that your clothes are out of line. And that your hair isn't combed all the time. You're not real pretty but you're mine.
Chorus:. They both know a man in trouble when they see one. They're both willing to listen when he talks. Anger and depression. Tearful confessions. Jesus and bartenders hear it all.