| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 3:55 | 
|
|||
|
Standing waiting for a man to show
Wide eyed one eye fixed on the door This waiting's killing me, it's wearing me down Day in day out, my feet are burning holes in the ground Darkness warmer than a bedroom floor Want someone to hold me close forever more I'm a sleeping dog, but you can't tell When I'm on the prowl you'ld better run like hell You know it makes sense, don't even think about it Life and death are just things you do when you're bored Say fear's a man's best friend You add it up it brings you down Home is living like a man on the run Trails leading nowhere, where to my son? We're already dead, just not yet in the ground Take my helping hand I'll show you around You know it makes sense, don't even think about it Life and death are just things you do when you're bored Say fear's a man's best friend You add it up it brings you down |
||||||
| 2. |
| 3:29 |
|
|||
|
When Abilene was young and gay And thunder storms filled up the day The cattle roamed outside the town Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Then tracks were lain across the plain By broken old men in torrid rains The towns grew up and the people were still Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun We all joined in and all joined hands All joined in to help run this land Then soldiers came, long long ago Rode through the town and rode down those who were Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Gold came and went, quickly spent And the people broke down and often drowned In the wealth and pain of old Abilene Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun |
||||||
| 3. |
| 3:47 |
|
|||
|
Dark woman in the water drowning
Sinking in a funny way Black footing for a face exploding Mimicking our final days The ocean will have us all The ocean will have us all Dark woman in a cupboard burning Woman, what have they done Dark woman like a panther breathing Woman, what can be done The ocean will have us all The ocean will have us all Cold cost of the death of nothing Slipping just like nothing did Burnt scarecrow in the wind was choking Smoking in the summer heat Barracuda, Barracuda Wont you lay down your life for me Won't you love me Barracuda If you always need to bring out the worst in me Ten morons with their whistles blowing Howling like a winter gale Dark woman like a crow a-crowing Crowing for the carrion meat The ocean will have us all The ocean will have us all Dark forest with the moon arising Smiling at you out of reach Cracked window in a chapel dreaming Hoping that the twain'll meet Barracuda, Barracuda Wont you lay down your life for me Won't you love me Barracuda If you always need to bring out the worst in me |
||||||
| 4. |
| 4:24 |
|
|||
|
Oh Emily, I'd love to be Down by the sea with you Having tea with you Walking hand in hand On the shifting sands Maybe we'll love again Maybe we'll love again Soon the time will come When we must say Goodbye my dear dear friend Till we meet again Though I'm far away I'll still hear you say Maybe we'll love again Maybe we'll love again Hold my hand On the sand And say once more Like before Maybe we'll love again Maybe we'll love again Maybe we'll love again |
||||||
| 5. |
| 4:37 |
|
|||
|
The Ship of Fools is coming in Take me off I've got to eat Same old stories same old thing Letting out and pulling in Mister, there's a caravan parked out back Restless hoping for a Christian rider The black book, a grappling hook A hangman's noose on a burnt out tree Guess we must be getting close to Tombstone The last time we had eaten Was when the flies were going for free You could count the hardships by the open doors But sandwiched in between Were the fishermen who still Wished they could sail from Tenessee to Arizona So hold on, won't be long The call is on the line Hold on, Sister's gone South to give the sign We picked up Dracula in Memphis It was just about the break of day And then hastily prayed for out souls to be saved There was something in the air that made us kind of weary By the time we got to Swansea it was getting dark Tumble, jungles, bugles and the prize The tides turned west at Amerforth As if they didn't know what to do But Garnant stood its ground and asked for more All the people seemed quite glad to see us Shaking hands and smiling like the clock Well we gave them all the message then That the Ship of Fools was in Make sure they get home for Christmas So hold on, won't be long The call is on the line So hold on, Sister's gone South to give the sign |
||||||
| 6. |
| 8:06 |
|
|||
|
Me and my partner we work on the run The quick try to get quicker And the creepers get hung Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job One lost his liquor And the other lost his hand Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink But nothin' saw nothin' - just smell the stink Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one Four forgotten and the rest just won't come When you've begun to think like a gun The rest of the year has already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone (Well) blood on the windows and blood on the walls Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls And the papers keep downing on everything I burned And the people getting restless but they'll never learn I picked up a doctor - he's good with a knife Says anaesthetic's a waste of his time Works in a hurry but always worthwhile Knows they won't be back for a long long time Top of the staircase was ready to fall We were still waiting downstairs in the hall Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire Or go for your neck with the chicken wire When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone Once you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have already gone Mother of plenty, mother of none You've got me cornered and still on the run I don't care nothing about you anyway Stuck in this hole I'm on my way Yeah when you've begun to live like a gun The days of the year have already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:34 |
|
|||
|
Pity the poor man, pity the sad man
Pity the green man who couldn't afford to orgy Pity the policeman, pity the snowman Pity the woman who couldn't afford to orgy "Say, Johnny, you're a little lonesome? Oh, come on big boy, let me show you. Mmm, don't you wanna good time?" Good for the postman, good for the con man Good for the milkman, they can afford to orgy Good for the butcher, good for the astronaut Good for the curate, they can afford to orgy "Come on, honey, keep breaking my heart. Ooh, you're breaking my heart." If it's a problem getting together Leave it alone, it's the easiest way Great while it lasts, but it don't last forever Nothing like living real dangerously "Ooh, come on, give yourself a break. Oh, don't worry, baby, you'll get over it. Mmm, you'll get over it." Sorry to hear it, sorry to see it Sorry to mention I couldn't afford to orgy Seems such a bother, one thing, another Tempting and teasing, just for an orgy "Oh no, you have to take a chance. Ah, you've gotta give me one chance anyway. Mmm, you can sure do it. Ah, mmm. C'mon. Mmm." |
||||||
| 8. |
| 3:36 | 
|
|||
| 9. |
| 4:24 |
|
|||
|
Momamma Scuba Scuba woman down me slow Scuba woman down me slow Love you Skin turn to slime Hold me slow and dub me down Take me with you, dub me down Love you Skin dub me down Scuba mama sink me down Love your sinking, hold me down Love you som much Skin will drown and drown Soul in deep, deep ocean water We hide in the cool, cool shade Seeking, reaping Make it only, baby, only Sleeping the pain away Well, hug me close and stuff me tight Quick is quick and kife is knife Momamma Scuba dance Dance, dance Love me brave, my love's on fire Crack the magnet of desire Push me further, straight along I'll still be here when mama's gone Don't you love mme, my skin woman Love you My skin can dry |
||||||
| 10. |
| 4:10 |
|
|||
|
Wish I could sail in a big black boat
With a big white sail over me And once in a while I'd pull into port Drink some wine with a girl But Sylvia said Come to bed It's so good to have you here Some time ago When time passed so slow Too weak to know where to go But now thinking back On what strikes me the most Is I've made up my mind long before And Sylvia said Come to bed It's so good to have you here So I'll cope with you Don't cope at all So let's leave it all to the chef Please send my regrets In case I forget To PO Box Nobody Home So Sylvia said Come to bed It's so good to have you here |
||||||
| 11. |
| 2:57 |
|
|||
| 12. |
| 3:26 |
|
|||
| 13. |
| 3:17 |
|
|||
|
I believe you Mr Wilson I believe the things you say And I'm always thinking of you When I hear your music play And you know it's true That Wales is not like California in any way And when I listen to your music You're still thousands of miles away Take your mixes not your mixture Add some music to our day Don't believe the things they tell you Don't let them get in your way And you know that it's true Wales is not like California in any way And everytime I hear hear your music You're still thousands of miles away Califorinia wine is fine... |
||||||
| 14. |
| 2:59 |
|
|||
|
Oh, you sentimental fool Yes, you sentimental fool Love, those broken veins made you so afraid of that wishful wishing well Well now you're in misery and in pain Well now you're in misery and in pain So she broke your heart And you let her die Well that's your name and that's the game 'Cause they're taking it all away They're taking it all away They're taking it all away 'Cause they're taking it all away They're taking it all away They're taking it all away They're taking it all away |
||||||
| 15. |
| 4:44 |
|
|||
|
Well it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding From the vicious bottle the night before And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice And small talk crawls out your ears Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now Well you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom bippity-bom bippity-bom Like a gentle drum And knowing you it ain't ever done So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on Yeah go on, go on darling, go on, go on Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry When she don't get just whatever she wants But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on, That's my woman, my woman That moving on shuffle side to side That sure can turn me on Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now And the beach is a thing and the bees don't sting Like complaining from a downtown whore I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic in hermetically sealed kid gloves Yeah tell me Tell me tell me tell me tell me Tell me Tell me tell me tell me tell me Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll |
||||||
| 16. |
| 3:38 |
|
|||
|
Woke up early this morning Something wrong inside my head Took a look around for breakfast First thing I see is youre not there So where were you, where were you? Where were you, when I needed you? Where were you, where were you? When I needed you to see me through? Oh something wrong, now whats gone wrong here Looked in the mirror, broken white Lucky to be alive and kicking Kicking a lot of life around here But where were you, where were you? Yeah, where were you when I needed you? Where were you, where were you? When I needed you to see me through? Ah, cause darling darling I need you Yeah, darling darling I do Darling darling I need you Yes you know I do - 간 주 중 - Shefton brought me the message Said you got out at galveston Church of christ jesus, kentucky Rattlesnakes and strychnine and prayer So, where were you, where were you? Yeah, where were you when I needed you? Where were you, where were you? When I needed you to see me through Oh darling darling I need you cause darling darling I do Oh, darling darling I need you Yes you know I do Oh darling darling I need you cause darling darling I do Oh, darling darling I need you Oh, yeah yeah yeah you know I do |
||||||
| 17. |
| 4:00 |
|
|||
|
You're sticking to me like a dirty joke
A creeping back stabber, or a [.....] You hit like a butcher with meat on fire You're lovin' and hatin' but you've barely time Rollaroller, rollaroll Rollaroller, rollaroll Rollaroller, oh rollaroller Rollaroller, rollaroll I don't feel nothing when it's stuck to the chair I ain't dead as a doornail when you're not there Well, push on over a rollaroller Feeling the pleasure of rollaroll Oh [....] wire, are you waving goodbye? And there's garbage upon garbage, right up to the sky Ah, rollaroller Rollaroller, ah rollaroll Rollaroller, rollaroll Yeah rollaroller, rollaroll Rollaroller, rollaroll... |
||||||
| Disc 2 | ||||||
| 1. |
| 3:14 |
|
|||
|
Since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell. Down at the end of lonely street: Heartbreak Hotel. Oh Feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, I could die. The bell hop's tears keep flowin' The desk clerk's dressed in black. They been so long on lonely street They never will get back. Oh, Cause they’re feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, They could die. So if your baby leaves you, And you have a tale to tell Why not just take a walk down lonely street Straight to Heartbreak Hotel. Where you could be so lonely And I could be so lonely We could be so lonely, we could die |
||||||
| 2. |
| 2:09 |
|
|||
|
Here comes the ski patrol
It comes but once a year On down the mountain side And they'll make sure that we're all right Make sure that we're all right Sure that we're all right Sure that we're all right, all right All right, all right, all right When the heavy snow fall comes It spins on down the hills And still the sun shines bright On down and down the hill On down and down and down and down... Down and down and down Down, down and down and down Where the tattered hills lie down Ooh, the snow is on the ground And it drifts on everyone Makes everybody so glad Makes everybody so glad And the candidates who ran With a long black rabble band Playing now from town to town Where the ski patrols are found Well, that old patrol moves on And along the mountain trails Where the trails are watching out For those ones who need a helping hand Oh, make sure we're all right Oh, make sure we're all right |
||||||
| 3. |
| 3:09 |
|
|||
|
when my lady passes me by
I lose the love I thought I had in mind send no flowers or words of regret cause I'm not the loving kind day by day I was hoping you'd be the kind of love that would give me peace of mind but it may just have passed me by cause I'm not the loving kind oooh, aah, etc. I'm not the loving kind oooh, aah, etc. cause I'm not the loving kind You don't believe it, yes it must be true how I lost all the love I had in you send me please no words of regret cause I'm not the loving kind oooh, aah, etc. cause I'm not the loving kind |
||||||
| 4. |
| 3:28 |
|
|||
|
The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife
Did it quick and split Back home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner Quite operatic in its self disgust It blew him all over the living room floor Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot Now suppose it was someone familiar Someone we all would know Embarrasing denouement, ne c'est pas? Familiar hyperbole And there would go the secret plot The piss had missed the hole in the pot Like that ancient teenage dream From soul to poison soul to poison soul Guts, guts, got no guts And stitches don't help at all Guts, guts, got no guts Holes in the body, holes in the legs Holes in the forehead, holes in the head Holes in the body, holes in the legs There should never be holes at all There should never be holes at all So: kill all you want or more Make sure, do it right Dead is dead, and door nails forget And then you'll notice How the waster and the wasted Get to look like one another In the end, in the end In the end, in the end In the end, in the end In the end, in the end |
||||||
| 5. |
| 4:13 |
|
|||
|
Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double spaced printing he read with his jeweller's eye
Engrossed in his corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity known as the black hole He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly not lost on him Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the senses And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in no way connected to one other, as if in fact the one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of the other "What does this word mean?" he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully "Nothing for desert sir", came the reply, "perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes". "The bill, if you don't mind", quickly he shot back And as the patter of the feet faded in the room, for he barely heard them now, his eye slowly began to close, and by the time he emerged on the sunny street he was forced to rely entirely on the other eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions, blinking gently for lubrication, and registering images It was rush hour, in Hawaii only 10am So, turning into his street, he stopped at the drug store and bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye Climbing the stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a doctor and have tests made, eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to surgery, the last resort of the gambling man And at 1am he awoke from a dream and after fumbling his way in the obolescent light of his room he peered into the rusty veins of his mirror and lifted away the patch What he saw astonished him. Where once was tremulous tissue and membrane was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina with vulva, overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrained eye But in the deep dark recesses of that sticky occlusion lay the unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments, lunging forward and hungry for the cold light of days |
||||||
| 6. |
| 3:51 |
|
|||
|
My Maria
She's a simple kind of girl Goes to Mass Sees the blood of Jesus flow Ohhh Maria Ohhh Maria Then her mother told her baby how her brother died Streets were fighting and the rivers all ran dry Ohhh Maria Ohhh Maria God bless the child Who leaves his mother And gives his all To see the fight (To see the fight) To see the fight (To see the fight) To see the fight (To see the fight) Death, destruction, God and country When she fell Never saw those faces 'til she got to hell To see the fight (To see the fight) To see the fight (To see the fight) To see the fight (To see the fight) |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:22 |
|
|||
|
Oh, d'you see that, him standing in the street?
Mmm, he looks so big Listen, baby, I've seen it before He's running round with all the boys Oh, love him Mmm, big thighs Creepy, creepy in the dark Shiny, shiny Joan of Arc When the moonlight starts its glow Cold hard Helen, Queen of [...] She's got Christmas, got thunderstorms Like a baby, never, never been balled She's got fat men, vermin in disguise In the cold rooms of her eyes Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, look at them three dolces Big thighs of oiled men Oh listen, it's got to go right into my arms and stay Big fat mama done me wrong Left me hanging all alone But that bitch is as old, is as old, is as old Is as old as that dirty crone right out there Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Mercy, mercy, mercy me I'm so scared, please comfort me I don't wanna be, don't wanna be your banshee boy Paying like the House of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Standing there among the lights Your eyes shining bright I want you all of the time Soon your body and all of you, mine [........................] Lubricate me, don't hate me But you are swimming |
||||||
| 8. |
| 2:33 |
|
|||
|
Seems like you're always dreaming
Your mind is wandering far away Thinking 'bout your boy in China A junkie on the China Sea Oh your mother told me so You're gonna be all right Don't let your heart get broken You know how much he loved to sail Remember how you heard that steamer whistle blowing Made him cry all day Oh mama, she done told me so You're gonna be all right Oooh I can hear that whistle I can hear it blowing I can hear that whistle I can hear it blowing (repeat to fade) |
||||||
| 9. |
| 2:48 |
|
|||
|
Someone is always telling me
"You're just a loser" But I don't pay them too much attention So I go about my own way I got portraits, stories, paintings, lovers and things I got something locked up inside me Wanna find out what it is Wanna find out what that something is that's driving me out of my mind What's that burning Ah, what's that burning Burning, burning in my blood What's that burning, burning in my head Burning, burning, burning in my head Burn, burn, burn, burn Engine Engine Engine Engine... |
||||||
| 10. |
| 2:23 |
|
|||
|
Save us from the wind that bleeds
Save us from the falling rain Save us from the House of God Save us from the wind that bleeds Nothing seems to matter anyway When that wind begins to blow Save us from the falling rain Save us from the House of God Save us from the wind that bleeds Save us from the falling rain And in the dark and cold of night I have to face it all again And face it harder, hopelessly With no idea what to do Save us from the wind that bleeds Save us from the falling rain Save us from the House of God Save us from the falling rain (repeat to fade) |
||||||
| 11. |
| 3:32 |
|
|||
|
Traffic moving slowly Monday morning
Money talks, people hoping Cable Hogue where've you been Cable Hogue where've you been Something inside me tells me you won't show I know you're carrying heat What for God only knows Cable why'd you leave me Cable Hogue where've you been I just wanted to say goodbye So much to say goodbye Wanted to say goodbye to all my friends in case I die Need to go to Georgia, got a bank to blow Living ain't easy, but it's much harder when it's slow Cable wish you were with me now Cable Hogue where've you been You know they're looking for you down south And all you've got to do is go down there And open your big fat mouth Cable you can't leave me here like this Cable please... |
||||||
| 12. |
| 3:30 |
|
|||
|
Never win and never lose
There's nothing much to choose Between the right and wrong Nothing lost and nothing gained Still things aren't quite the same Between you and me I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I still hear your voice at night When I turn out the light And try to settle down But there's nothing much I can do Because I can't live without you Any way at all I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep a close watch on this heart of mine |
||||||
| 13. |
| 3:22 |
|
|||
|
Words and Music: Jonathan Richman
Well some people try to pick up girls And get called assholes This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare and So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole Well the girls would turn the color Of the avacado when he would drive Down their street in his El Dorado He could walk down you street And girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole Not like you Alright Well he was only 5'3" But girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole Not in New York Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious, Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole Remember the story of Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole Alright this is it Some people try to pick up girls And they get called an asshole This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare and so Pablo Picasso was never called... |
||||||
| 14. |
| 4:36 |
|
|||
|
Looking for a friend, looking everywhere
Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends All those mild mannered friends I've got They're careless and they fall down All over the place, all over town I don't want them talking to me 'Cause I'm leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Have to leave it, leave it, leave it up to you All the buildings are breaking down Like the whispering in your heart And it's sordid how life goes on When I could take you apart And if you give me half a chance I'd do it now, I'd do it now, right now, you fascist I know we could all feel safe like Sharon Tate We could give it all up, we could give, give, give it all up And the newspapers, oh the newspapers They'd be listening, listening to me giving it to you And the radio, what about the radios? They'd be listening to me giving it to you Right mama, damn right mama I hear hissing, I hear hissing in the distance I hear the tanks crawling They're crawling over the hill, they're crawling over the hill Like rattlesnakes in the desert sun They're blistering up my spell, they're blistering it up They're breaking it up, they're breaking up my spell And what else is there, what else have I got? What else have I got but that spell? Ah, leaving it, leaving it, I'm leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up, give it up Up, up, give it up I can't take it |
||||||
| 15. |
| 4:50 |
|
|||
| 16. |
| 4:40 |
|
|||
|
The conference is over and they're calling out the guard
The Minister of Justice looks so tired The gunman on the roof picks his target carefully The last thing they expected to see was sudden death The army was on full alert, watching everything Trying hard not to look you in the eye If what you saw wasn't what you knew and ignorance was bliss It could happen anywhere at all UPI and Reuters were the first ones to the phone Full of information on the dead Frontpage rumours... man, they were just, just doing their job Nothing much they could do about sudden death Somebody was talking much too loud in the village bar They pulled him out and put him down Then stood around and bragged about the way he'd died Didn't know a thing about sudden death Then the ships were leaving port full of tourists in disguise They said they'd seen quite enough Didn't matter who was dead or who was alive or who'd done what They just wanted to get away from sudden death |
||||||
| 17. |
| 2:53 |
|
|||
| 18. |
| 2:15 |
|
|||
|
When the wind blows through the trees
You can feel the summer breeze Deep in a coral moon Deep in a coral moon Skies are broken, clear and bright Crazy sunsets, lonely nights You in a coral moon Deep in a coral moon Yes, it's different, different now And you can see it, feel it anyhow Deep in a coral moon Deep in a coral moon Deep in a coral moon You in a coral moon (repeat to fade) |
||||||
| 19. |
| 2:49 |
|
|||
|
Oh, watch out, here comes Mary Lou
She thought that she lived in a shoe Everybody told her, "Baby it's all right Oh, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right now" Oh Mary, watch out Mary Lou Oh Mary, Mary, Mary Lou Her brother's in the library Reading about history Said he couldn't read or write too well But he's all right, he's all right, he's all right now Oh Mary, Mary, Mary Lou Oh Mary, Mary, Mary Lou Her father's in the government Ended up his feet in cement Couldn't tell the difference between right or wrong But he's all right, he's all right, he's all right for a song Oh Mary, watch out now, watch out now, watch out now Mary Lou Mary, Mary, Mary Lou |
||||||
|
