: What Gives You The Right To Tell Others What To Do? You Sit In Judgement, You Can't Be Wrong, Your Infallible Power's Undeniably Wrong (chorus) You
(Norman Gimbel and Eddie Heywoo) Once I was alone So lonely and then You came, out of nowhere Like the sun up from the hills Cold, cold was the wind
I wake up in the morning, I got to sleep at night But a day without snack time that just isn't right Oh snack time, oh snack time How I love the vision
my Canadian flower And I don't think that we'll ever get there again We had such power And she would call me her ugly American And I'll remember my Canadian
the dishes And I'm out with my friends Placing bets With a Canadian ten And North of the border A sin is a sin When you pay With a Canadian ten I've
In the blue Canadian Rockies Spring is silent through the trees And the golden poppies are blooming 'Round the banks of Lake Louise Now, oh, how my
Sirens wail and a flashing light: Nothin' better to do on a Tuesday night, But give me hell. Where you headed, what are you out for? Don't see much of
On the floor now, on the floor now It's started again, it's started again Close the door now, close the door now Won't you let me in, won't you let me
Check me out in my easy chair Bottle in my hand How it ever got to go far I guess I'll never understand Cause I bend and bend until I break Then I bend
Hometown in my rearview, This truck ain't got enough gas. It ain't got enough gas to get me fast, Far away from you. I paid my dues in other towns:
42 more miles This stuff it cramps my style Broke down on the side of the road A thousand flies a buzzin' Sittin', spittin', and cussin' Sittin' on top
Well I miss you baby I gotta get back home to you Well I miss you baby I gotta get back home to you Ive seen a million women Only one of them will do
I'd build a ladder to the moon There I'd carve your name If it would brighten up this room But you know that anyway I can't be the rock Not today Sometimes
She picked up the telephone All she heard was dial tone She really thought she heard it ring this time She said what am I thinking I must be only dreaming
This is personal Worse than I thought it was Worse than it could be Worse than a hole in me You came with fire And left it in me Deep down it sits And
Well, I gotta friend that lives south of town. Loves to sit and burn one down. Spin some vinyl on his stereo. Every now and then he speaks of war: One