And it's more than a ho-fo

Sometimes I get so late

Or the line that you smoke

British on the river Kwai

British peeromania

He says, "Son can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes.
But it's sad and it's sweet
And I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes."

Where's the orchestra?
Wasn't this supposed to be a musical?
Here I am in the balcony
How the hell could I have missed the overture?

Running on ice (8x to fade)

All for Leyna (6x to fade)

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday.

Now Paul's a real estate novelist

I want you so bad, I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for the longest time.

Said he couldn’t go on the American Way.

Anthony works in the grocery store
Saving his pennies for some day
Mama Leone left a note on the door
She said, "Sonny, move out to the country

What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?
Can't you tell that your ties' too wide?
Maybe I should bye some old tab collars
Welcome back to the age of jive

And when you wake up in the morning
With your head on fire
And your eyes too bloody to see
Go on and cry in your coffee
But don't come bitchin' to me

Don't be afraid to try again
Everyone goes south
Every now and then
You've done it, why can't someone else?
You should know by now
You've been there yourself

So I've learned to dance with a hand in my pants

And I'm afraid to go to sleep
'Cause tomorrow is today

It was a beautiful song
But it ran too long
If you're gonna have a hit
You gotta make it fit
So they cut it down to 3:05

What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?
Don't you know that your tie's too wide?

There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin

I'm gonna try for an uptown girl She's been living in her white bread world As long as anyone with hot blood can And now she's looking for a downtown man

Once long ago, all the faithful held a show.
Down in Elvis Presley Boulevard, on Memphis radio.

We passed the hash pipe
And played our Doors tapes

But now I need a little give and take
The New York Times, the Daily News

But I'm taking a Greyhound
On the Hudson River Line

I know there's fish out there and where God only knows

Don't try to save me.

She stands before you naked, you can see it, you can taste it, but she comes to you light as the breeze

Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes, and save these questions for another day

Here I am, feeling like a fucking fool

Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleedin'.

Every child had a pretty good shot
To get at least as far as their old man got

But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes...

"Are you gonna cruise the Miracle Mile?"

Seen the lights go out on Broadway
I saw the Empire State laid low
And life went on beyond the Palisades
They all bought Cadillacs
And left there long ago
They held a concert out in Brooklyn
To watch the island bridges blow
They turned our power down
And drove us underground
But we went right on with the show
I've seen the lights go out on Broadway
I saw the ruins at my feet
You know we almost didn't notice it
We'd seen it all the time on Forty-second Street
They burned the chuches up in Harlem
Like in the Spanish civil war
The flames were ev'rywhere
But no one really cared
It always burned up there before
I've seen the lights go out on Broadway
I've watched the mighty skyline fall
The boats were waiting at the battery
The union went on strike
They never sailed at all
They sent a carrier out from Norfolk
And picked the Yankees up for free
They said that Queens could stay
They blew the Bronx away
And sank Manhattan out at sea
You know those lights were bright on Broadway
That was so many years ago
Before we all lived here in Florida
Before the Mafia took over Mexico
There are not many who remember
They say a handful still survive
To tell the world about
The way the lights went out
And keep the memory alive

Me revoici
Dans ce bar enfume
Avec mes yeux iures
Je me parle a moi meme
C'etait toi... C'etait toi

Now you "parle vous francais".

JFK, blown away
What else do I have to say?

They got a divorce as a matter of course.

Baptized by the fire, I wade into the river.

Now here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice

But I'm not willing to lay down and die
Because I am an innocent man