(mick ralphs). . I was born on the wrong side of the river. Where the sun never shone on my brass. Though the seasons were rapidly changing. Oh the best things were coming too fast.
Little Whizz Kid mystified me. She was a New York City beat. She came on flash. Monster mash, motors in her feet. . Now we moved out of Manhattan. To her home on the Brooklyn Heights.
(mick ralphs). . Who do you think you are looking at me like that. Put your face on someone else's head. Where do you think you're at hanging around my leg.
When my mind's gone, all I do is sit and think. The days go by, I don't remember anything. And yesterday becomes tomorrow and I can see the day after tomorrow.
(ian hunter). . I followed the night till the morning sunlight. And I thought of the changing times. And I followed the child with the evergreen smile.
A mountain train's coming down the track. She ain't wasting time. She's carrying me 'cause I'm going back. Right to the Delaware line. . She knows well, I ain't been anywhere.
I'm a missing link, poolroom stink, I can't talk. (Well that's too bad). What's goin' on, somethings wrong, I can't work. Can't go to school, the teacher's a fool, the preacher's a jerk.
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh. (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh). Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh. (Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh). Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh.
Telling you for your own good now. You don't have to stay if you want to leave here, whoa oh. Giving up just a piece of my mind. Give my heart but I lost it long ago, whoa oh.
(transcribed by steve norgrove, jim madden, et al). . Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find. And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning.
I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you ain't no rose. Did I mean it or did I lie or did I dream it?. Oh Christ, I'm tired. . Why then did you have to grin now the blood rolls down my chin.
(mick ralphs). . Sitting here alone again. Wondering where it is. Can't begin to figure out. The reason for our mess. Maybe theres no cause or comfort.
(ian hunter/guy stevens). . This isn't a song in the true sense of the word - it is an end-of-session jam (sounds a bit like 'the journey'); but I have included it anyway..
(ian hunter). . Clouds among (? ). The feelings that you catch. The worries through the years. . There was a time in 69. Now the fools are cool. And my dream appears.
Well, my brother, he was a drinking man and I asked him for release. He said, This won't do you no good, and sent for the police". Well, they busted me for nothing, 'cos they said, I was insane.
(ian hunter). . All the changes they will take their time. In the morning dust they'll begin to rise. Halfway to a borderline. Well I can see the end.
Ladies and gentlemen. The golden age of rock 'n' roll. . Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies.
(ian hunter). . There goes happiness. Down that street. Pick me up, put me down again. Just when I was on my feet. . I get stoned every day. My best friend he gone and went away.
Standing on the corner. Suitcase in my hand. Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest. And me, I'm in a rock and roll band. . Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim.