: Goin' under - rats are in the cellar goin' under - skin is turnin' yella nose is runny - losin' my connection losin' money - gettin' no affection New
: Johnny come lately on a Saturday night singin' how-de-do backstreet boogie in the house of delight where they steal the show the money come sour but
: You act like a prima donna Playing so hard to get Sittin' so cool and nonchalant Draggin' on a cigarette You keep a wall all around you I'll get
: It ain't easy, livin' like a gypsy Tell ya, honey, how I feel. I've been dreaming, Floatin' down stream and Losin' touch with all that is real.
: Nineteen seventy one we all heard the starters gun New York is such a pity but at Max's Kansas City we won we all shot the shit at the bar with Johnny
: Adam's Apple Back when Cain was able way before the stable lighting struck right down from the sky a mother ship with fate said let's give it a
: If you believe in me like I believe in you you wouldn't be tellin' me things that weren't exactly true now everythin' changes ain't nothin' the same
: Lord I must be dreamin' what else could this be everybody's screamin' runnin' for the sea holy lands are sinkin' birds take to the sky the prophets
: Down to who knows who, just to socialize. I'm waiting for my girls, when you call my eyes. You got no way to make a man honey, You got to understand
: Arriving in boats, black hooded coats tormenters climbed into my room I crawled under my bed, covered my head but they're flushin' me out with a broom
: Well, on a train, I met a dame, She rather handsome, we kind looked the same She was pretty, from New York City I'm walkin' down that old fair lane
: Baby, take me, baby, take me, baby I'm drivin' maybe baby take me... Take it or leave it on a Saturday night If what you see is what you get then gimme
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