Eligible, not too stupid. Intelligable and cute as Cupid. Knowledgable but not always right. Salvageable and free for the night. . Well, my heart's running 'round like a chicken with its head cut off.
See them on their big bright screen. Tan and blonde and seventeen. Eating nonfood keeps them mean. But they're young forever. . If they must grow up. They marry dukes and earls.
I built a ship with my own hands to take us to the moon. I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes. Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy.
Lately I just don't sleep at night. Can't seem to get no rest. Always the same old story. And the same old test. . Honey please believe me. Believe when I say.
How'd ya like to stay up late, like the islanders do?. Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe. If you ever spend Christmas on Christmas Island.
From Coney Island to The Sunset Strip. Somebody's gonna make a happy trip. Tonight, while the moon is bright. . He's gonna have a bag of crazy toys. To give the groanies of the boys and girls.
Cadillac Baby. How that woman loves to ride. Yeah, Cadillac Baby. How that woman loves to ride. She's crazy 'bout that hydromatic. Cause its such an easy ride.
Before the beginning you know something already started. Oh in the summer, smoking palace welcoming all the full hearted. The sun will settle down, with blind anticipation.
Remember watching children play. Ring-around-the roses. Tiny electrons circling in neutral ground. So much gravity, in gravity. . Boys in bars, they stir their drinks.
On a train from Paris to Amsterdam. Windows frame a blurred countryside. Becoming a bit absent minded. A touch of madness aside. A brush with madness inside.
I like coconuts. You can break them open. They smell like ladies lying in the sun. I like coconuts. You can break them open. They smell like ladies lying in the sun.
Conrad the Caterpillar thought he was really killer,. Couldn't wait to build a cocoon (original lyrics). Couldn't wait to buy blue suede shoes (recent lyrics).
I've got no hard lipped woman. Nagging at who I should be. The blues lights rounding the corner. They're not turning for no one like me. Got a bucket of fried on the bench beside me.
You can hear it comin'. Like a train out of control. Surely leaves you wonderin'. Exactly where your ticket goes. You scream to the conductor. But he's been deaf for twenty years.
Nothing I heard was worth repeating. But I wouldn't put it down. Nothing I saw was worth believing. No saviors hanging 'round. . And was it you with all that know how?.
In an easy chair with my boots on. belt of whiskey in my hand. i couldnt have been to sleep for more than 3 hours. time to go to work again. . once more i taste the sunrise.
The Cadillacs roll, Katie step to the side. Tellin' jokes with strangers. A kind glance at a lonely passer-by. Jingle bells, electric lights. Oh, they rattle 'gainst the shopping cart.
Listen to the song de los grillos. Breathe deeply as many sounds become one sound. Suelta el aliento. Descansa quieto esperando. . All souls come into the Casa del Grillo.
In the easy chair with my boots on. Melted whiskey in my hand. I couldn't have been asleep for more than three hours. Time to go to work again. . Once more I beat the sunrise.
C. Brown wakes from bed. Brushes his teeth and he combs his head for school. Out the door and down the street. Down to the corner and a bus and some friends that he's supposed to meet.