South of the border, hey, I know a lad. He's got more fun than anybody's had. Don't got no worry, don't got no dough. Everybody's a wondering about Mexican Joe.
MAN NEEDS WOMAN. (Kelso Herston). '66 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI. . Now Napoleon made a big scene. And in battle he acted mean. But when the smoke cleared you'd find him sitting.
MAMA'S LITTLE JEWEL. (Hank Mills - Kermit Barrett). '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI. . You're the meanest woman in this world and that takes centre plenty.
Make the world go away. And get it off my shoulders. Say the things you used to say. And make the world go away. . Do you remember when you loved me. Before the world took me astray?.
A struck match faded like a nervous laugh. Beyond the halo of a naked bulb. And your low voice mingles with your other half's. . School friends in second-hand clothes.
Open up your eyes. Everything is crying out. This could be your time. She fell out of the sky. Must every star been working on. Heavenly designs. . A crooked line of lightning.
You can find another country if you want. Somewhere you can hide yourself away. Find yourself another set of holes to haunt. Get yourself another debt that you can't pay.
What I want is everything to clear. So let the clocks be wrong. Let the evening be longer, let me drown in here. . 'Cause what I want gets clouded by the sun.
Ik heb koorts. Ik voel het niet. En ik sluip door de stad. Ik hoop dat niemand mij ziet. Regen slaat. Stuk op m'n hoofd. En het beukt, en het gonst. De hele stad lijkt verdoofd.
Als ik terug denk aan hoe het was. Jij en ik nog jong. We leefden voor elkaar. We dachten dat het kon. Maar we wilden. Steeds meer en meer. We begrepen.
Hey you, big star. Tell me when it's over. . Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter. 'Cause I'm through. When the two hits the six and it's summer. . Cloud, come (shove it, shove it, shove it).
Mommy help, protect me from reality. Tell me it's a dream about bestiality. Mommy please, just one more bedtime story. In wich the good guys have the glory.
I see your perfect body and your face. You think you're the perfect human race. But you are nothing than a fool who is just acting cool. You plastic-surgery-face!.
Hey you, big star. Tell me when it's over. . Hey you, big mood, guide me to shelter. 'Cause I'm through. When the two hits the six and it's summer. . Cloud, come (shove it, shove it, shove it).
You're so sweet. Your smile. Your pussy and your bones. You're on fire. You move me like music. With your style. . Let me think (about what?). About girls (and what else?).
Somehow calm, as she walks on stage. Her entire empire becomes your taste. Your taste, show me come. You know what you like. Let me know what you like.
Done feeding, I leaned back. Head rested on the couch's top. Must leave the house soon. Mean gone, 'cause my Pops, he's hot. Grab my blue backpack. My walkman, grip my bicycle.
I get all numb. When she sings "It's over". Such a strange numb. And it brings my knees to the earth. . And God bless you all. For the song you saved us.
I've looked outside. But I've never wandered out. I'd like to pull you into me. Intercept you, in between. But I'll never walk without, outside. . Thatta way, outta the way.
I feel soon. I will sink. Into you. What do you think?. . 'Cause there's still blood. In your hair. Got the bruise. Of the year. . But it's something about her.