(Malone/Scott) Blind man Standing on the corner Crying out the blues And I don't need a dollar And don't give me a dime Until you bring back that little
(Bricusse/Newley) Bird flying in the sky, you know how I feel Sun shinin' in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze drifting on by, that's what I mean
That good old fashioned Medicated Goo Ooo, aint' it good for you? My own homegrown recipe'll see you thru Freaky Freddy Frolic had some, I know He was last
(Mason) A sea of green, a sky of blue It's their time All things to do I see your face before me And I'm wond'ring is it you Looking thru the window
(Winwood/Capaldi/Wood) In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be No where doing nothing People there were made of steel Tiny cogs in
(Winwood/Mason/Miller) [Instrumental]
(Winwood/Capaldi) Withering tree, bearing no fruit Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one
Blind man Standing on the corner Crying out the blues And I don't need a dollar And don't give me a dime Until you bring back that little girl of mine
A sea of green A sky of blue It's their time All things to do I see your face before me And I'm wondering is it you Looking through the window Where
In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be Nowhere doing nothing People there were made of steel Tiny cogs in one big wheel Turning never
Withering tree, bearing no fruit Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms
their rent by it, and before long they were even having BIRTHDAY PARTIES IN THE OFFICE by it, because NOW, AT LAST, GREGGERY PECCARY's exciting new invention
get tha dough I'm pumpin thangs out of suite 116 Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down, hit the sto' 7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic
I fell asleep on a roadtrip And the snow storm made me cross concrete Between high-speed highway lanes and exit lanes And I woke up to a sign that said
'm steppin' out the shower Crossin' out the calender Pickin' out the afro and pullin' out the gear I hear the same sounds every mornin' Sports centre, the traffic
forget your homies, can't forget my homies Well, as sun starts to dim and I'm under the speed limit And there's hectic traffic too, got off at exit
havoc amongst the planets inhabitance It's on and crackling, you can add it up on your abacus It's tragic damage like traffic accidents And I got these
OZ's [J] Man them niggas rapin the town without breakin 'em down Them bastards makin a killin slangin half of buldings [S] For real man, I'm on my last
