i got two strong arms blessings of babylon with time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms so to america the brave wise men save near a tree by
even though i think of you life goes on i keep your photograph in my attache' your eyes seem to follow me from day to day i make the curtains sing and
i read it in the papers it must be true it said "girl gives birth to alien boy" but do we see a photo of this bundle of joy --- no, no i saw another headline
he made a record it made him famous yes it made him a star the life and soul of the party he rocks, he shocks you never know where you are with him he
i would go to hell in a hat if you asked me to, my love it might be a good thing at that for me i would catch the breeze from the trees and the stars
black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination more fodder for the new lost generation i got a question to send you to the nearest closet why can'
shades of all shades every shape and size promised parties in the air danced before her eyes but where did love go and where were you on the day they
i wouldn't if i were you thank god we're not my finger shoots straight and true that shows a lot just try it on if you dare so tough so free my shoulder
i got it bad you don't know how bad i got it you got it easy you don't know when you got it good it's getting harder just keeping life and soul together
noon glistens and shadows wave who know whether we're stupid or brave and they way we are oh we are running scared no use fighting in the name of pride
off to face the world again past the bathroom mirror ignorance is bliss, they say couldn't be much clearer imaging what might have been thinking it could
Fifteen minutes, that's all you get One quarter hour, to get it all together That's nine hundred seconds to make your bed Fifteen minutes to show the
I am a man with things to say Got the real thing here without a doubt My aim is true, I'm on my way And I know what life is all about I'll be around
What's the matter with your face? What's the matter with they way you talk? What you doing with that spoon? You should be eating with a knife and fork
whenever i want some company whenever i need a song to play whenever my love is sitting by me and when i can't find the words to say i let the drums
Mr. K comes out to play Inquisitive as ever He'd like to know a bunch of things He thinks you're pretty clever The height of Cyd Charisse The probability
God bless this happy home God bless the hugs and kisses Keep us all safe and warm Keep us in ignorant bliss Heaven help old Joseph Bloggs in his cardboard
i think i'll call the whole thing off a joke's a joke, it isn't funny anymore enough's enough now i forget what i was fighting for i played the game i