I want to paint a picture. Botticelli style. Instead of Venus on a clam. I'd paint this flower child. "You are the air my flowers breathe". He calls, and the ladies turn around.
And so once again. My dear Johnny my dear friend. And so once again you are fightin' us all. And when I ask you why. You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall.
I'm down to a roll of dimes. I'm stalking the slot that's hot. I keep hearing bells all around me. Jingling in the lucky jackpots. They keep you tantalized.
Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions. Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor. Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where. Never mind their questions there's no answer for.
I met a young soldier. He said his name was Killer Kyle. He was shakin' all over. Like a night-frightened child. This is his story. It's a tough one for me to sing.
You could have been more. Than a name on the door. On the thirty-third floor in the air. More than a credit card. Swimming pool in the backyard. While you still have the time.
Front rooms. Back rooms. Slide into tables. Crowd into bathrooms. Joke around. Cheap talk. Deep talk. Talk, talk, talk around the clock. Crawl home. Lie down.
Ive got a girl that shows that shes the one. Shes a pretty little thing, yeah, really goes for me. She got two big sparkly eyes heaven must have missed them.
There is a man, an angry man. working for the IRS. His heart is stone. He lives alone.. He got a blow up doll on his chest. He don't like dogs or kids or laughter.
There will be rainbows, there will be sunsets. And there'll be parties and fireworks and music enough to dance. And there'll be chances to take, money to make.
I'd like to get away, honey. Somewhere alone with you. It could be oh, so gay, honey. You need a laugh or two. . A certain place I know, darling. Where funny people can have fun.
Once a lonely caterpillar sat and cried. To a sympathetic beetle by his side. "I've got nobody to hug. I'm such an ugly bug". . Then a spider and a dragon fly replied.
I hear music when I look at you. A beautiful theme of every dream I ever knew. Down deep in my heart I hear it play. I feel it start, then melt away. .
Now the parking lot is empty. Everyone's gone someplace. I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed. A cooler and a 2 day suitcase. . 'Cause there's a place we like to drive.
One day an archaeologist was digging underground. And he dug through mud and he dug through stones. And he dug cleared down to the great unknown. And what you suppose he found, running all around.
Woman you've been havin' your way, and you don't want to see me have mine. Woman you've been havin' your way, and you don't want to see me have mine. So there's no getting along, we're just two of the same old kind.
Uuh, uh, yes,. Yeah, hmm, yes.... . Can you imagine. A little boy sitting all alone in his room. Can you get the picture. He's calling out,. He doesn't know what to do.
Words, Words, Words. How come there's so many, but i can't find any?. Words, words. How can I possibly say it perfectly all that you mean to me?. . I don't wanna let another day pass us by without a chance to say.