Radio's playing the blues Somebody's making the news And I'm rolling along In the way that I do saying I don't depend on you. Hearing the words that
Baby's on fire Better throw her in the water Look at her laughing Like a heifer to the slaughter Baby's on fire And all the laughing boys are bitching
Take your partners for the dance Quick before you miss the chance Make your loving while you can Or she'll find another man ... who will Losing someone
It's getting crazier in every way; We've got the same kind of idiots as yesterday. They were chosen by more idiots They're one of a kind They'll steal
Jolie madame Tu reviens comme le matin Comme le printemps Et les autres portants Du jour Jolie madame Le soleil dans tes mains Toujours bien heureux
I think I ought to go to bed It's getting dark inside my head I've been working now, all night long, Trying to find that impossible song. I think I ought
Nothing positive can come out of this Said madame butterfly with her last kiss; And what you never had, you won't really miss And nothing really matters
Margaret You're such a magical child I found that The first time you smiled And the more i get to know you The more I am amazed To find in someone Such
I just came in off the street Looking for somewhere to eat I find a small cafe I see a girl and then I say 'May I sit and stare at you for a while? I
Miss Hanaga is a terrible flirt She looks like sugar, she talks like dirt Take off your trousers You'll lose your shirt to Miss Hanaga All the women
Nothing comes easy You've got to put your money down Never let your honey down When shes on your side You want love, they want houses Better dig in your
This is a token of words unspoken to you Honey, I'm feelin' reelin' and squealin' for you Why don't you tell me One way or another That you'd rather be
Guess you know by now or at least you should There is no volunteer for the common good Still waiting for the saviour to appear But he's s not here And
Watch her out there on display Dancing in her sleepy way While all her visions start to play On the icicles of our decay. Fading flowers in her hair
Whatever happened to mr cool Somebody took him back to school He thought he knew but he did not Now his name is mr hot. Oh mr hot, mr hot don't think
You are the most extraordinary person You write the most peculiar kind of tunes I met you floating as I was boating One Afternoon Wasn't it the most
What do you do when it's all behind you Everyday something else reminds you When the times were sweet, wings on your feet And bells on your toes, only
I'm an orible orange Covered in chemical spray. I'm absolutely nasty That's why I have to say That I'm an orible orange (he's an orible orange) I'm an