Listen to what the flower people say Listen, it's getting louder every day Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue Listen, it could be calling now for
Well, I'm sittin' here beside the railroad track And I'm waitin' for that train to bring her back If she's not on the five-nineteen Then I'm gonna know
Well, you got the eyes and you got the lips With your long blond hair and your wild young hips You look like a million, including tips Well, I'm a busy
I ride cross the desert on my camel Over hills of sand What's that, I see in the distance? Only hills of sand There is no oasis in sight I'll have to
When I first laid eyes on county dunne I was green as the hills so high. But in later years the streets ran red with Blood neath the violet sky. I loved
Workin' on a sex farm Tryin' to raise some hard love Gettin' out my pitch fork Pokin' your hay Scratchin' in your hen house Sniffin' at your feedbag
Can't go back To London Can't go back To Swindon Can't go back To Waterloo Can't go back To Debra Can't go back To Sheila Can't go back To girls like
Stop wasting my time You know what I want You know what I need Or maybe you don't Do I have to come right Flat out and tell you everything? Gimme some
We came like babies From our home across the sea to see America An' the people opened up their arms To welcome us to America We came like children From
The window's dirty the mattress stinks This ain't no place to be a man I ain't got no future, I ain't got no past And I don't think I ever can The floor
Cups and cakes cups and cakes Oh what good things mother makes You've got to take tea won't you take it with me What a gay time it will be Cups and cakes
When the game has just been lost When the race has all been run When the storm has left your ship well tossed Ignore the coast Get your stars uncrossed
When the game has just been lost. When the race has all been run. When the storm has left your ship well-tossed... Ignore the coast. Get your stars uncrossed
No light fantastic ever crosses my mind That meditation stuff can make you go blind Just crank that volume to the point of pain Why waste good music on
Super Highways here and there Pretty women everywhere. Brady Bunch and Smokey Bear. Buildings reaching to the sky Afro-sheen and apple pie, P.T.A. and
Here she comes, that rainy day sun Peeking in and out the falling raindrops Smiling down on everyone In her golden, gossamer gown And a necklace of the
I been a rocker since I don't know when I been a roller since a way back then, oh yeah But late at night when the boogies through I go to bed just the
