I was up and sown all night Thoughts stick to me like glue Sometimes the sunrise doesn't look so good When the sun sets down on you Too much talkin'
Baby, don't understand Why we can't just hold on to each other's hands? This time might be the last if fear unless I make it all too clear I need you
Yellow moon, face of a prophet, shooting star, light of the Heavens Shine down, shine down on our tiny enterprise Where do we go when all our time's been
Mean Mr. Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark, trying to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy some clothes Keeps a ten-bob
Everybody's excited! Everybody's invited! Come along, and swing that thing, It's the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Swing! Hear the clarinets tootin'!
La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Boom it La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la Eontteut gwaenchannne
He rode easy in the saddle, he was tall and lean At first you thought nothing but a streak of mean Could make a man look so downright strong But one look
Petey: [singing around a campfire with his banjo] 'Bout a handsome little fox let me sing you folks a yarn. / Hey, diddle-dee daddle-da doddle-do doodle
Stumbled my way on the darkest afternoon I got a beer in my hand and I'm draggin' a stoogie too The back of my brain is tickin' like a clock Well, I simmer
Nobody knows me like the monkey on my back He?s got control now and I?ll never get it back It?s a brutal attraction like a moth to a deadly flame It?s
Hey baby make me wet I'll tie you to your bed I'll whip your body, make you sweat I'll whip your body, make you sweat I'll whip your body, make you
Hey motherfucker, are you jerking off again You horny little bastard can't do anything right You can't fuck, you can't suck, let me beat that dick
A great bear in the woods He wants all he sees From the snakes in the grass To the chimpanzees We all know it ain't fair Well, it's a jungle out there
Congratulations everyone and two and three and four You've really made my day for me So here's what I've in store An ounce of tea that will if we Stir
Mr. Jones knows The Stones Rock 'n' roll is in his blood and in his bones Shines his shoes, kicks some ass Counts the booze and laminates his pass Does
We are two shadows moving on a wall Two characters, both weak and strong We chant and we dance, we draw ourselves in Then we run from each other again
Fallin', fallin', fallin' This is your pilot speaking, we're losing altitude Just when emotion's peaking, awakening is rude I've seen that disbelieving