I'd like to put to rest the rumours. I'd like to put to bed the lies. I'd like to throw away the past. And show you how I feel inside. . Ooh, I'll be your taxi and your driver.
Drop the bass!. (do you like that? ). . Shipped out on of knees. Her old man thinks you're a social disease. Dog pissed on the floor left a stain. Your old lady's daddy driving you insane.
A small town girl with big time dreams. But nothing's ever as it seems. A mother waves her girl goodbye. Then slowly hangs her head and cries. . Hollywood hills and the big city lights.
Jam Blues Man. . There you lay. All by yourself. So please allow me. To introduce myself. . I welcome you. To the house of sin. Open your mind. And let the games begin.
When you was a child, life's a game. But you got all the rules, all changed. Pray to a spiritual God for material things. Then wait by the phone but it don't ring.
Funky is as funky does. Walked on over, there she was. Standing by the jukebox. With her ear up against refused to hear. . What I'm sayin', I'm only prayin'.
Like animals. Tonight we make it. You give me an inch. I'm gonna take it. . I'll steal your love. Like a thief. To be as one. Is my belief. . Don't look back and have no regrets.
When it's summer in Siam. And the moon is full of rainbows. When it's summer in Siam. Though we go through many changes. . When it's summer in Siam. Then all I really know is that I truly am.
Oh farewell you streets of sorrow. And farewell you streets of pain. I'll not return to feel more sorrow. Nor to see more young men slain. Through the last six years I've lived through terror.
Last night as I slept. I dreamt I met with Behan. I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day. When questioned on his views. On the crux of life's philosophies.
Near Banbridge Town in the County Down. One morning last July. A boreen green came a sweet colleen. And she smiled as she passed me by. . She looked so sweet from her two bare feet.
In South Australia I was born. Heave away, haul away. In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn. We're bound for South Australia. . Haul away your rolling king.
The Shaman came calling. He was howling at the moon. He offered me a vision. On the end of a silver spoon. . He said he'd give me dreams. That all were in his powers.
I close the door and turn the key. And dream a world for you and me. Beyond the walls, a city breathes. In this room one heart beats. The stars, they shine for you and me.
O-we-o-o. Six to go. O-we-o-o. Never gonna let go. . O-we-o-o. Nothing new. O-we-o-o. Don't believe it's true. . O-we-o-o. On a Sunday. O-we-o-o. All because of London.
Well it's been a long day but I don't like to moan. The middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone. Holes in my shoes where the rain comes in. I'm sittin' on top of the world.
Sit down by the fire. And I'll tell you a story. To send you away to your bed. Of the things you hear creeping. When everyone's sleeping. And you wish you were out here instead.
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain. I wish to God I was back in the sea again. Though that belongs to the world of never will be. There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea.
Okay, it's time for Sayonara. Go on, Yankee break my heart. There's nothing left for us to say now. Even the best friends, they must part. . I walked into the nearest bar.
Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born. He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn. He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn.