Look at my hand. There's a soul on fire. You can lead me even higher. . The main thing. The main thing. The main thing. . Everybody knows. When a good thing's gone.
Sometimes your love is just like honey. So sweet and wild, so sweet and wild. Sometimes your love is just like a menthol. So cool and nice, so cool and nice, yea.
The bogus man is on his way. As fast as he can run. He's tired but he'll get to you. And shoot you with his gun. . Focused his mind. On something he cared about.
I dreamed last night about your face. Your star shone all night. Over the moon it shone brighter. Star shining so bright. . You were so pure not for this world.
Hey Sonny, where'd ya go?. The gentleman con, we just wanna know. A king among men, we all would shout. But Cassius got ya in the ring and knocked you out.
(Bryan Ferry/Andy Mackay). ---Instrumental---. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------.
As they say, two can play. But keep that song away from me. In my time, too much love. Made me sad for so long. . I was lost, can't you see?. Through the long, lonely night.
Oh, look at the sun, it's all a-glow. Slow burning star, sinking low. Heaven knows where you go. Out of sight, out of minds eye, no. . Aaw, such a shame, you must leave.
Hey Pachuco!. . Summer '43 the man's gunnin' for me. Blue and white mean war tonight. They say damn my pride and all. The other cats livin' down eastside.
Summer '43 the man's gunnin' for me. Blue and white mean war tonight. They say damn my pride and all. The other cats livin' down the east side. Tonight there's no place to hide.
Through the undercover hour. Bad and bleak. To be brief, too much sorrow. Flesh is weak. . No more feelings, no more tears. The river's wide enough. Flowing stronger through the years.
It was a fine left coast morning. And I found myself planted outside. The Cap 'N' Cork. Tipping back the hops. In order to calm my dancing hands. You see I usually don't play.
The heat is back on baby. The hammers come down on your pretty lil' head. And that suits you fine baby. If jiving were cement, you'd be highway 5. . Everyone knows you're crazy.
Before I die I'll write this letter. Here are the secrets you must know. Until the cloak of evening shadow. Changes to mantle of the dawn. Will it be sunny then I wonder?.
Wish everybody would leave me alone, yeah. They're always calling on my telephone. When I pick it up, there's no one there. So I walk outside just to take the air.
(Eddie Nichols/Bill Ungerman). Arranged by Bill Ungerman. . I'm fly and flash and my jive is sweet. Pressed in pleat right to my feet. But when it comes to cash.