So, started with the immigration information bore, You gotta know, Gambling floor, and then to the S.T.U.D.I.O 54, You gotta go, Now we're leaving L.A.S. Vegas two times, Crazy horse too spent us dry, Vietnam Vet taxi ride, L.A.S Vegas, So, we parted at the ground floor, Front door, car hire, room for four, We gotta go, Rambling slow, then to the L.A. Marquis, All the imitation folk, You gotta go, Now we're leaving L.A.S. Vegas two times, Crazy horse too spent us dry, Vietnam Vet taxi ride, L.A.S Vegas, Leave, hoooo, Leave, hoooo, Leave, hoooo, Leave, hoooo, Now we're leaving L.A.S. Vegas two times, Crazy horse too spent us dry, Vietnam Vet taxi ride, Come again, we'll make you fly, Vietnam Vet taxi ride, Crazy horse too spent us dry, L.A.S Vegas two times
Lying In The Sun
I wish I could lie in the sun, The same things as anyone, I wish I could lie down there, With my feet high in the air, I'd have a drink in my hand, Read words from a newspaper stand, I wish I could lie in the sun, Wish I could fly like everyone, Same things as anyone, Same things as anyone, But you burn me up, you paint my skin, In bad designs, that aint even in, My skin's crawling up the wall, Into the ocean I'd love to fall, I hear the sounds but they ain't the same, As feeling them with you, two feet away, There's always more worse off than me, Suppose I'm lucky I can even see, All the people that I'd like to be, Passing me by everyday in the street, Same things as anyone, Same things as anyone, But you burn me up, you paint my skin, In bad designs, that aint even in, I got good lungs, I've got a good heart, My mind is fit and my feet can walk, And here I am in the shade on the street, Asking people for money to eat, What did I ever do to deserve this? Did I kill a child or something worse? Same things as anyone, Whats the reason, maybe make you feel, How much more fortunate you are than me La la la laaaa La la la la la laaaa laaaa La la la la la laaaa La la la laaaa La la la la la laaaa laaaa La la la la la laaaa
Mr Writer
You line them up, look at your shoes, You hang names on your wall, then you shoot them all, You fly around in planes that bring you down, to meet me, Who loves you? like me crashing to the ground, Are you so lonely? you don't even know me, But you'd like to stone me, Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, I used to treat you right, give you my time, But when I turned my back on you, Then you do what you do, You've just enough, in my own view, education to perform, I'd like to shoot you all, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you really know? Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is? Before you go on home, And then you go home, with you on your own, What do you even know? Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home, Mr Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is? Why don't you tell it like it always is? Before you go on home.
Step On My Old Size Nines
I'd like to know what its all about, whats out there? Am I gonna get old and laugh, about something? Will I get me a boy or a girl? or not either? Will I get what I want from this world? a day dreamer, Then I watch the old couple dance, Step on my old size nines and I'll take you round, I'd like to know what you're all about, whats up there? Are you gonna get old and laugh, without a care?, Will you get you a boy or a girl? or not either? Will you get what you want from this world? a day dreamer, Then I watch the old couple dance, Step on my old size nines and I'll take you round, I'd like to know what you're all about, we all have done, Am I gonna get old and laugh, with someone? Think I'll get me a boy and a girl? or not either? Will I get what I want from this world? a day dreamer, Then I watch the old couple dance, Step on my old size nines and I'll take you round, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, and round, and round, and around, and round, and round Around, and round, and round, and around, and round
Have A Nice Day
Ba badada ba ba babada, Ba badada ba ba babada, Ba badada ba ba babada, Ba badada ba ba babada, San Francisco bay, past pier thirty nine, Early p.m. can't remember what time, Got the waiting cab, stopped at the red light, Address unsure of, but it turned out just right, It started straight off, "coming here is hell" That's his first words, we asked what he meant, He said "where ya' from?" we told him our lot, "When ya' take a holiday, is this what you want?" So have a nice day, Have a nice day, Have a nice day, Have a nice day, Lie around all day, have a drink to chase, "Yourself and tourists yeah, that's what I hate", He said "we're going wrong, we've all become the same, We dress the same ways, only our accents change", So have a nice day, Have a nice day, Have a nice day, Have a nice day, Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyy, Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyy, Ba badada ba ba babada, Ba badada ba ba babada, Swim in the ocean, that be my dish, I drive around all day, and kill processed fish, Its all money gum, no artists anymore, You're only in it now, to make more, more, more, So have a nice day, Have a nice day, Have a nice day, Have a nice day, So have a nice day, Have a nice day, So have a nice day, Have a nice day, Have a nice day, Have a nice day, So have a nice day,
Have a nice day
Nice To Be Out
He asked me "so where have you been?", Let me think, now let me see, I was stood once where Hitler's feet Had stood when he made his speech in Nuremberg in '38, When he tried to build the perfect race, He said "black men ain't gonna run, along side our perfect son's" There's Dallas too, the library, The place they ended Kennedy, We stood were Oswald took his shot, In my opinion there's a bigger plot, Costner's back and to the left, the picket fence, the better bet, Paris came and summer went, the tunnel's now a flower bed, The famous turf that made Geoff Hurst, The vodka stops to quench my thirst, The golden gate stroke Alcatraz, the fat man failed to get us passes, Jimmy's corner in "Raging Bull", De Niro's jokes and bottle pills, Elvis tales from Mr Woodward, Any Richard Burton, if you could The tourists stare at tourist stops, One more picture one more god, Another top up for a change, it makes you think, it makes you sane, Talking more about yourself, there's a mirror to have a check, Cheques are always passing through some depart, but a lot come too, Restaurant talk or pick your teeth, Bite your tongue or chew your meat, Sleep or drink or drink to sleep, And one more week and we will meet, We'll talk of what we haven't done, Since we departed back a month, We argue why we have to shout, All in all it's nice to be out
handbags and gladrags
Ever seen a blind man cross the road trying to make the other side Ever seen a young girl growing old trying to make herself a bride So what becomes of you my love When they have finally stripped you of The handbags and the gladrags That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you Once I was a young man and all I thought I had to do was smile You are still a young girl and you bought everything in style so once you think you're in you're out 'cause you don't mean a single thing without the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you Sing a song of six-pence for your sake And drink a bottle full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake And bake them all in a pie They told me you missed school today So what I suggest you just throw them all away the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you They told me you missed school today So I suggest you just throw them all away the handbags and the gladrags that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you
Watch Them Fly Sundays
I'd just like to say, I remember the day, I first woke with you, Some days you have to admit, The way we happened to meet was strange, Because it was new, I'm not drinking no more, I'm not drinking no less, Not sleeping at all,
Never in the same bed, Undressed at the bar, Engraved bench in the park, We'd watch them fly Sundays, Fly, the birds round my head, again, Laughed at the words you sent, I pushed the boat back to you, I flew from the rain, again, Killed you with what I said, You already knew I'm not thinking no more, I'm not drinking no less, Not sleeping at all, Never in the same bed, Undressed at the bar, Engraved bench in the park, We'd watch them fly Sundays, They say, if something should fly away, And flies back to you again, Then its yours
