Tim

Oh, mmm

Well, well, well, I bought it

Down on all fives

Let me crawl

If I want I could die

Oh, my hair

Time for a decision to be made:

Crack up in the sun

Lose it in the shade

Razzle dazzle, razzle droll

Time for this one to come home

Razzle dazzle, razzle die

Time for this one to come alive

And hold my life

Until I’m ready to use it

Hold my life

Because I just might lose it

Because I just might lose it

Because I just might lose it

Well, well, well

Anyone could tell

Pass it off

As a lucky shot

Ooh-leh-do

Hate ’em

Someday soon

Face ’em

Time for a decision to be made:

Crack up in the sun

Lose it in the shade

Razzle dazzle, razzle droll

Time for this one to come home

Razzle dazzle, razzle die

Time for this one to come alive

And hold my life

Until I’m ready to use it

Hold my life

Because I just might lose it

Because I just might lose it

Because I just might lose it

Just might, just might, just might

We might crack up in the sun

But we’ll lose it in the shade

Razzle dazzle, razzle droll

Time for this one to come home

Razzle dazzle, razzle die

Time for this one to come alive

And hold my life

Until I’m ready to use it

Hold my life

Because I just might lose it

Because I just might lose it

Hold my life

Baby, hold my life

Hold my, hold my

Hold my, hold my

Hold

Cruisin’ in the sunshine

Ain’t yet been to bed

And I could hear the motor whistlin’

Something’s awful wrong again

Hey, give my regards to Broadway

Tell ’em I got change to spare

One big buck

Gonna have to suck up here

Anything you want, dear

Is fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

Everything you say, dear

I’ll buy, buy, buy, buy, buy

Buy, goodbye

Talkin’ about some pictures

Now, wouldn’t that be a scream?

Well, movies are for retards

Like me and Maybelline

Hey, give my regards to Boston

Ask ’em who’ll buy the beer?

Don’t wanna get pop

Find yourself a rockin’ chair

Anything you want, dear

Is fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

Everything you say, dear

I’ll buy, buy, buy, buy, buy

Buy

We ever get passed the dice, dear

Goddamnit, I’m gonna roll

The people there pick your nose clean

So what we owe, owe, owe?

Hey, give my regards to Broadway

Tell ’em I don’t even care

If you want a good joke

Why split? You’ll go broke right here

Anything you want, dear

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

Everything you say, dear

I’ll buy, buy, buy, buy, buy

And anything you want, dear

Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

And everything you say, dear

I’ll buy, buy, buy, buy, buy

Buy, I’ll buy

On the bus

That’s where we’re riding

On the bus

Okay, don’t say “hi,” then

Your tongue, your transfer

Your hand, your answer

On the bus

Everyone’s looking forward

On the bus

I am looking forward

And it really ain’t okay

I might die before Monday

They’re all watching us

Kiss me on the bus

Kiss me on the bus

Ooh, if you knew how I felt, now

You wouldn’t act so adult, now

Hurry, hurry, here comes my stop

On the bus

Watch our reflection

On the bus

I can’t stand no rejection

Come on, let’s make a scene

Oh baby, don’t be so mean

They’re all watching us

Kiss me on the bus

Kiss me on the bus

Ooh, if you knew how I felt, now

You wouldn’t act so adult, now

Hurry, hurry, here comes my stop

Ooh, if you knew how I felt, now

You wouldn’t act so adult, now

They’re all watching us

Kiss me on the bus

Kiss me on the bus

Kiss me on the bus

Kiss me on the bus

Goin’ down to the pool hall

You’re lookin’ for the eight ball

When it comes, when it comes

Only want a little, you need a ton

Gimme one good dose of thunder

Gimme one good dose of thunder

Gimme, gimme, in a hurry

Texas added to Missouri

When it comes, when it comes

Only takes a little ’til you want a ton

One good dose of thunder

Gimme one good dose of thunder

I can feel it startin’ to rumble

When it comes, when it comes

It only takes a little ’til you need a ton

Gimme one good dose of thunder

Gimme one good dose of thunder

And I can feel it

Oh, gimme one good dose of thunder

Gimme one good dose of thunder

I can feel it startin’ to rumble

1, 2, 3, 4

She don’t wear no pants and she don’t wear no tie

Always on the ball, she’s always on strike

Struttin’ up the aisle

Big deal, you get to fly

You ain’t nothing but a waitress in the sky

You ain’t nothing but a waitress in the sky

Paid my fare, don’t wanna complain

You get to me, you’re always outta champagne

Treat me like a bum, don’t wear no tie

‘Cause you ain’t nothing but a waitress in the sky

You ain’t nothing but a waitress in the sky

Oh oh oh

And the sign says, ‘Thank you very much for not smoking’

My own sign says, ‘I’m sorry, I’m smoking’

Don’t treat me special, oh, don’t kiss my ass

Treat me like the way they treat ’em up in first class

Sanitation expert and a maintenance engineer

Garbage man, a janitor and you, my dear

A reunion flight attendant, my oh my

You ain’t nothing but a waitress in the sky

You ain’t nothing but a waitress in the sky

You ain’t nothing but a waitress in the sky

Bring your own lampshade, somewhere, there’s a party

Here, it’s never ending, can’t remember when it started

Pass around the lampshade, there’ll be plenty enough room in jail

If being wrong’s a crime, I’m serving forever

If being strong’s your kind, I need help here with this feather

If being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side

At the swingin’ party, down the line

Pound the prairie pavement, losing proposition

Quitting school and going to work and never going fishing

Water all around, never learn how to swim, now

If being wrong’s a crime, I’m serving forever

If being strong’s your kind, then, I need help here with this feather

If being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side

At the swingin’ party, down the line

At the swingin’ party, down the line

Bring your own lampshade, somewhere, there’s a party

Here, it’s never ending, can’t remember when it started

Pass around the lampshade, there’ll be plenty enough room in jail

If being wrong’s a crime, I’m serving forever

If being strong is what you want

Then, I need help here with this feather

If being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side

At the swingin’ party, down the line

Everything in time

At the swingin’ party, down the line

Catch the time

At the swingin’ party, down the line

Ohhh!

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success

Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung

Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled

It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten

Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young

Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young

The daughters and the sons

Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom

Elvis in the ground, no way he’ll be here tonight

Income tax deduction, one hell of a function

It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten

Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young

Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young

Now the daughters and the sons

Unwillingness to claim us

Ya got no warrant to name us

The ones who love us best are the ones we’ll lay to rest

And visit their graves on holidays at best

The ones who love us least are the ones we’ll die to please

If it’s any consolation, I don’t begin to understand them

Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young

Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young

Daughters and the sons

1, 2…

Got a big switchblade, drop drop bill a tease

There’s a deal goin’ down, it don’t go down without me

The rumors keep on spreadin’

All over town

Lay it down, clown

Lay it down, down

Lay it down, clown

Lay it down

Skinny as a rail and you think you got what it takes

The only exercise you ever get is the shakes

The rumors a-keep on spreadin’

All over town

Lay it down, clown

Lay it down

Lay it down, clown

Lay it down, oh

Get back to the hills, get back to, back to where you belong

Finally found out which way the wind blows

The rumors keep on spreadin’

All over town

Lay it down, clown

Lay it down

Lay it down, clown

Lay it down, down

Lay it down, clown

Lay it down, down

Lay it down, clown

Lay it down

Okay

Read about your band

In some local page

Didn’t mention your name

Didn’t mention your name

Sweet Georgia breezes

Safe, cool and warm

I headed up north

You headed north

On and on and on and on

What side are you on?

On and on and on and on

What side are you on?

Weary voice that’s laughin’

On the radio once

We sounded drunk

But you never made it on

Passin’ through and it’s late

The station started to fade

Picked another one up

In the very next state

On and on and on and on

What side are you on?

On and on and on and on…

On

Pretty girl keep growin’ up

Playin’ make-up, wearin’ guitar

Growin’ old in a bar

Ya grow old in a bar

Headed out to San Francisco

Definitely not LA

Gonna mention your name

Gonna mention your name

And if I don’t see ya in

A long, long while

I’ll try to find you

Left of the dial

Left of the dial

Left of the dial

Left of the dial

Left of the dial

Left of the dial

Left of the dial

Left of the dial, honey

You and I fall together

You and I sleep alone

After all, things might be better

After one, and there’s one that’s long gone

For the moon, you keep shootin’

Throw your rope up in the air

For the kids, you stay together

You nap ’em and you slap ’em in a highchair

All you ever wanted

Was someone to take care of ya

All you’re ever losin’ is

A little mascara

Little mascara

Little mascara

Afternoon, things are quiet

Settle back now if you can

Stations clip by like a rocket

Don’t you worry if you wonder why he ran

All you ever wanted

Was someone to take care of ya

All you’re ever losin’ is

A little mascara

Little mascara

Little mascara

He let you cry

Cry

He let you cry

Your eyes out

He let you cry

He let you cry

He let you cry

Your eyes out

All you ever wanted

Was someone Ma’d be scared of

All you’re ever losin’ is

A little mascara

A little mascara

A little mascara

He let you cry

He let you cry

He let you cry

Your eyes…

He let you cry

He let her cry

Let her cry

Her eyes…

Cry, oh

Cry

Let her cry

Well, a person can work up a mean, mean thirst after a hard day of nothin’ much at all

The summer’s passed, it’s too late to cut the grass, there ain’t much to rake anyway in the fall

And sometimes I just ain’t in the mood to take my place in back with the loudmouths

You’re like a picture on the fridge that’s never stocked with food, I used to live at home, now I stay at the house

And everybody wants to be special here

They call your name out, loud and clear

Here comes a regular, call out your name

Here comes a regular, am I the only one here today?

Well, a drinkin’ buddy that’s bound to another town and once, the police made you go away

And even if you’re in the arms of someone’s baby now, I’ll take a great big whiskey to you anyway

And everybody wants to be someone’s here

Someone’s gonna show up, never fear

‘Cause here comes a regular, call out your name

Yes, now here comes a regular, am I the only one who feels ashamed?

Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes, he says, “Opportunity knocks once, then the door slams shut”

All I know is I’m sick of everything that my money can buy, the fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts

First the lights, then the collar goes up and the wind begins to blow, turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call

First the glass, then the leaves that last, then comes the snow, ain’t much to rake anyway in the fall