Summertime and everything is sweet Walking barefoot to the circle k On the burning street Summertime and everything's on fire This town is a drive-by
I know what it takes to be loved by you Talk like you talk Think like you do You never were human so How could you know? We fall so hard, we can't let
Maybe you want another world One where heaven doesn't weigh so much Maybe you'll find another girl One you can feel when you do not touch Well I've got
For all that it cost him He never did complain The chicken-headed man Feathering the rain But the last bus is tired And everybody's gone The horses
All the gang has gone home Standing on the corner All alone You and me, streetlight We'll paint the town - grey Oh, we are so many lamps Who have lost
A monk with a hard on in a lavender robe That scratches his thighs for the height that he strode As he follows a path filled with harried desire And
Pack up all your cares and woes Here I go singing low, bye bye blackbird. Where someone waits for me Sugars sweet and so is he, bye bye blackbird.
How come he don't come and P.I.P. with me Down at the meter no more? And how come he turn(ed) off the t.v. And hang(ed) that sign on the door? Well we
Close your eyes and dream of me You've found the one you love Life is long and then it's through But you go on and on Nous serons une nuit brillante
There is a tree on allenford I drive by it each day on my way to and from work And there are always flowers left there each day Left for a child who
The sun's goin' down I'm goin back to my cave I've got no one to meet No one to save I like the music In my head I think I'll go away For her instead
I'll remember you too clearly But I'll survive another day Conversations to share When there's no one there I'll imagine what you'd say I'll see you
I and Braggar, and Junior Lee, well that's the way we always thought it would be In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met Decked out like
So he dropped the webs of the spider of heaven down through the clouds, All the way into the pool of blood at the bottom of hell Far above in heaven
because I'm dirty It's not because I'm clean It's not because I kiss the boys behind the magazine Hey boys? How 'bout a fight? Cuz here comes Rickie
Hey mama, what's that there? And what's that doing there? Hey mama, up here! Mama, hey look at that over there! And what's that doing there? And where
These stars No one else can see Trapeze the height of thee Vanish as they call These blues No one else can hear No one else can sing This one for you
Don't let the sun catch you cryin' The night's the time for all your tears Your heart may be broken tonight But tomorrow with the morning light Don't
