Mott The Hoople - Mott (1973) by Mott The Hoople (보컬) on maniadb.com

Forgot my six-string raiser - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised
Well I rang the information - my axe was cold
They said she rides the train to Oreoles
And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails
Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail
All the way from Memphis
'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail
Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month
Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
And there was my guitar, electric junk.
Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same.
Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed.
Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles
'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole
All the way from Memphis
Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl
'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes
All the way from Memphis
As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold
'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old
Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
All the way from Memphis
Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll
Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles
'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole!
All the way from Memphis

Little whizz kid mystified me, she was a New York City beat
She came on flash - monster mash, motors in her feet
Now we moved out of Manhattan to her home on the Brooklyn Heights

Her dad's a street punk and her mum's a drunk, but we made out alright
Far far from home, oh I felt so alone
Could not spin to the speed of the city
Oh send me my ticket, I'm too scared to stick
She even hired a toy "rent-a-boy" straight from a Times Square stand
With my little whizz kid - such a pity

Oh thank you little whizz kid, but me and my friends gotta eat
Now she really tried her hardest just to make me leave the band
street
So get back to school or the tying pool, just get yourself out on the
Send you victorious, happy and glorious
You got the stardust, the sawdust, and the smile

Oh my little whizz kid you got such a style
Don't lose your sting, how I'd hate you to swing

Watch out for the auto-mite, quick or she's outta sight
She's a cute super sleeper, she don't dive in deeper
A natural leaper, she don't let people pass
Oh my whizz kid, you know you're such a gas
Such a gas

God ain't jive
'N one by one
For I can see his love
As it runs alive
Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove
Through fields of rusted wire
The war has just begun
Who cares not for fame just for shy love
'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no

I was a city child with a dead-end smile
And a worm's-eye point of view
And I had my eyes on you
Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray

You know, some kinda automobeat on the street
Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver-jiver

And he has converted me to rock'n'roll
I just wanna dance to
Honaloochie boogie yeah
Honaloochie boogie yeah
Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine

You sure started somethin'
Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news
I get my kicks outta guitar licks
Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger

And I've sold my steel-toed shoes
Now I got this friend and he's a spider west-sider
You know, he's hung up on a protection rejection thing
But I have made him see the light
Honaloochie boogie yeah

He just wanna dance to
Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine

Honaloochie boogie yeah
You sure started somethin'
Honaloochie boogie yeah
Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine
Honaloochie boogie yeah
You sure started somethin

I'm a missing link, poolroom stink, I can't talk
What's going on, something's wrong, I can't work
(Well that's too bad)
(Well that's such a drag)
Can't go to school, the teacher's a fool, the preacher's a jerk
Got nothing to do, street-corner blues, and nowhere to walk

Violence, violence
It's the only thing that'll make you see sense
(Repeat)
Watch out for the gun, snake on the run, hide in my hair
Gotta fight, nothing's right, livin' nowhere

(That's so sad)
You keep your mouth shut, or you'll get cut. Haha - I like to scare
(Bet you're so mad)
I'm a battery louse, a superstar mouse, I don't care

Head for your hole, you're sick and you're old
Get off my back or I'll attack, 'n I don't owe you nothin' (OK)
'N I'm here to tell you something

Violence, violence
It's the only thing that'll make you see sense
(Repeat several times

Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay'
Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way
Her mother got bust on a 88
I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time

And her brother got stuck on my number plate
He put five gallons in my petrol tank
Hey mister bartender won't you gimme some wine
You know we just about made it but her breath sure stank yeah

She's got feel on the wheel
Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
She don't make with no brakes

Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
She's an automobeat on the street
She's much too much on the clutch
She got her feet on the wheel
Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
Drivin' sister rock'n'roll
Drivin' sister rock'n'roll

She don't make with no brakes

I said drive, drive, drive, drive
And drive little sister drive
I said drive, drive, drive, drive
And drive little sister, drive on

I changed my name in search of fame
To find the midas touch
Oh I wish I'd never wanted then
What I want now twice as much
We crossed the mighty oceans
And we had a few divides
But we never crossed emotion
For we felt too much inside

You know all the tales we tell
You know the band so well
Still I feel, somehow, we let you down
We went off somewhere on the way
And now I see we have to pay
The rock'n'roll circus is in town

Buffin lost his child-like dreams
And mick lost his guitar
And verden grew a line or two
And overend's just a rock'n'roll star
Behind these shades the visions fade
As I learn a thing or two
Oh but if I had my time again
You all know just what I'd do

Rock'n'roll's a loser's game
It mesmerizes and I can't explain
The reasons for the sights and for the sounds
We went off somewhere on the way
And now I see we have to pay
The rock'n'roll circus is in town

So rock'n'roll's a loser's game
It mesmerizes and I can't explain
The reasons for the sights and for the sounds
The greasepaint still sticks to my face
So what the hell, I can't erase
The rock'n'roll feeling from my mind

From my mind, from my mind, from my mind
From my mind, from my mind, from my mind
From my mind

When I feel so down, like a worn out shoe
Gotta grease my wheels, turn around and crawl to you
And you turn me on, like you did before
Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains
But it won't be long you'll be running through the door
Lovin' you is hard enough, lovin' you is strange

Then you cast your spell on me, I hear rock'n'roll

Keeps my motor runnin' cool, rollin' down the road
You're a thunderbird cruisin' round my heart
I'm a cadillac, I'm just holding back
All the speed inside just to let me ride you through
But don't push your luck, I don't always play my part

Burnin' up my days and nights, lock me up in chains
Lovin' you is hard enough, lovin' you is strange
Keeps my motor runnin' cool, rollin' down the road
Then you cast your spell on me, I hear rock'n'roll
You know I'm not for sale, I'm just here for fun

Call me up sometime, try and catch me on the run

I scream at you for sharing
'n I curse you just for caring
'n I tell to not to see me
'n I tell you not to feel me
I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty

'n I make your life a drag, it's such a pity
'n I watch your warm glow palin'
'n I watch your sparkle fadin'
Now I don't mean to upset you
As you realise you're failin', cos you're so good
If only I could make it easier, then I would
But there's so much crime to get through

Oh I wish I was your mother
'n then I would have seen you
I wish I'd been your father

Played houses with your sisters
Would have been you as a child
And wrestled with all your brothers
And then who knows
I might have felt a family for a while
It's no use me pretendin'
You give and I do the spendin'
Is there a happy ending, I don't think so
Cos even if we make it
I'll be too far out to take it
You'll have to try and shake it from my head

Oooooh I wish I was your mother
I wish I'd been your father
'n then I would have seen you
Would have been you as a child
Played houses with your sisters
And wrestled with all your brothers
And then who knows
I might have felt a family for a while