So we got married in Venice in June, so what?. We circled the earth in a hot air balloon, so what?. . And the rest of our lives. Is one long honeymoon.
Two roosters I slew and with all of my might. I prayed hard for you in Haiti at night. Your skin has turned blue and your hair has turned white. Must be the voodoo of this Haitian moonlight.
I will stay if you let me stay. And I'll go if you let go. But I won't go far away. Because you're my only home. . And I will hide what you want hidden.
You think I'll run, not walk to you. Why would I want to talk to you?. I want you crawling back to me. Down on your knees, yeah. Like an appendectomy.
Xavier says, "Ha, ha, ha. We have nothing in common. See you round ta-ta. Slink back to your abominable lover. Zsa-Zsa, before I blow your cover. Tra-lala".
Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget. Untwinkle, little ee, my ainly pang'll be regret. A maiden I will dee but I'll turn into a nightingale. My song will warm thy heart.
When the rhythm calls. The government falls. Here come the cops. From Tokyo to Soweto, viva la musica pop. . We are black and white. And we dance all night down at the hop.
All the summer days. Where we used to play. Walking hand in hand. Castles in the sand. . So you said goodnight. But you meant goodbye. Now our love has died.
Time, measured in dotted yellow lines has passed you by. And I never said, an honest thing to you in all my life. Hard times go slowly and the good times never come.
So faraway and so alone. How could I ever take you home. You're beautiful, beautiful. . You've got a devastating point of view. And everything you say is true.
We are havin' a hootenanny now. We are havin' a hootenanny now. Do-si-do down to our hoedown. Our rootin'-tootin' hootenanny. Havin' a hootenanny now.
Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street. There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat. Everyone sings "Hallelujah" when my boy walks down the street.
W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C.. W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C.. . Washington, D.C., it's paradise to me. It's not because it is the grand old seat. Of precious freedom and democracy, no, no, no.
Everybody knows but me. When you go where you shouldn't be. Everybody knows but me. Where you go when you're feeling free. Everybody knows but me. . So you go there for a laugh.
When I was a little boy way out in the the wood. I had neither friend nor toy, never knew I could. When I found this lonely road off I walked for good.
There are two kinds of people. A, my love and I. B, other. Two kinds of people. 1, the gray and. 2, me and my lover. . All people fall into two camps.
A pretty girl in her underwear. A pretty girl in her underwear. If there's anything better in this world. Who cares. . La mort, c'est la mort. Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour.
Sober, life is a prison. Shit faced, it is a blessing. Sober, nobody wants you. Shit faced, they're all undressing. . Oh, sober, it's ever darker. Shit faced, the moon is nearer.
I was only doing my job for the company. With a gun in my pocket and no identity. I fell in love with you but we're not free. . Tokyo a-go-go, Tokyo a-go-go.
Through sleet and snow and storm and hail. Through every degradation and betrayal. Past rhyme and reason and beyond the pale. Darling, I will love you till the bitter end.