You used to be mean
You used to be cruel
But you were laughing then
And it was no accident
Where did the mean man go
Is he chasing his shadow?
Is he unhappy to report
That the gentleman he found is a terrible bore?
You know it all
You've got all the answers
But if that's the case
What's with the long face?
It's very easy to be brave
With your good foot in the grave
It's very easy to be cold
When there's no one in the world you want to know
It's very easy to be suave
When you're on your guard
Like you always are
The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
The morning is broken as you mourn your life
You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors
You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore ?
Is it hard to let go
At the foot of the rainbow
Just to be informed
That the chase was your reward?
Here, have a crock of gold
Keep it for when you're old
Like a week on Tuesday
Hey, wise men say
It's very easy to be brave
With your good foot in the grave
It's very easy to be cold
When there's no one in the world you want to know
It's very easy to be suave
When you're on your guard
Like you always are
The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
The morning is broken as you mourn your life
You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors
You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore ?
Put me in the ground.
So you'd like to save the world
I suggest you take one person at a time
And start with me
Not an ordinary girl
Not someone that I should hit upon
And ask, "Hey, what's your sign, babe?"
Have you been reading my mind ?
(What did you find?)
Nothing more or less terrestrial
Could I keep you in mine?
Did you really cry
When you saw the hole in the sky ?
Did you really hold your head and hide your eyes ?
Well, that's all right
You might call it ultraviolet radiation
It's only sunlight
So you'd like to save my world
If you could free my inner child
Then I could free your inhibitions, baby
Or would you like to mother me
I love the way you wear
That Motorola generation chic, mama
Have you been reading my mind ?
(What did you find?)
Nothing more or less terrestrial
Could I keep you in mine?
Did you really cry
When you saw the hole in the sky ?
Did you really hold your head and hide your eyes ?
Well, that's all right
You might call it ultraviolet radiation
It's only sunlight
So you'd like to save the world
I'd really like to help you
I'd really like to be you for a while
Is that all right ?
And I could call it ultraviolet radiation
It's only sunlight..
Holier than thou, yes it's true
I'm too good for you
Higher than heaven, taller than Jesus
Charlie knows just what you need is
We're going down, down, underground
Trust me, I know what is true
What is good for you
Here in your heaven, in your hell
Are you living, pray tell
We're going down, down, underground
Now you're leaving all your friends behind
All donations to the family
Are you ready to be born again?
Should you awake
Holier than thou, yes it's true
I'm too good for you
Higher than heaven, taller than Jesus
Charlie knows just what you need is
We're going down, down, underground
You up and leave me, cold turkey
When you know I could not tie my own shoe
This does not please me, no not exactly
Guess you do not give a damn for my love
Everybody knows that she's worse than religion
No, you do not cross a woman in love
Every garden grows at the turn of the season
But Paris in the spring doesn't mean a damn thing to my baby
You beat me up, you put me down
You slander my name all over town
Guess I'm big enough to roll with the punches
But you bruised me, you abused me damn good
Everybody knows that she's worse than religion
No, you do not cross a woman in love
Every garden grows at the turn of the season
But Paris in the spring didn't do a damn thing
I love you so, so much
You love me so, so what? l
You tripped me up
You put mushrooms in my tea
You rolled me, took advantage of me
You tied me up
I see blisters on my wrists
Do I recall you doing the wild thing on me
Do you know what?
I think that I liked it
Do you know what?
I think I'd like to do it again
My Way To You
When the last thing that you knew
He was walking out on you
To the port of no return
Where I found you
When I couldn't find my way home
I could always make my way to you
When I couldn't drink myself sober
I found you
Well, the last thing that you need, now
Is a shoulder there to bleed on
But I believe I've seen light
Coming through you
When I couldn't find my way home
I could always make my way to you
When I couldn't drink myself sober
I found you
Too Much of a Good Thing
If it's good for me
And it's good for you
Won't you stay with me
And I will stay with you, baby
Do you ever wonder
about the way you move?
You know what it does to me
You've got nothing to prove
Do you ever think about
your natural grace?
And how it is that it came to you
And landed on your sweet face
Every day that I go without you, baby
Is a rainy day
I'm gonna get up in the morning
I'm gonna work all day
If that's what it takes
To be with you
If it's good for me
And it's good for you
Won't you stay with me
And I will stay with you , baby
Waking up is hard to do
Except when I'm lying next to you..
If it's good for me
And it's good for you
Won't you stay with me
And I will stay with you , baby
Fall Together
To the corner of the market
Place you wager to the price of tea in China
And the smell of dirty money
On your fingers in the honeypot is empty
Fall together
Pretty Boys
Don't you cry
Wrote the sequel to the bible
Bought the rights to the original sin
Made the movie, did the business
Took a mortgage on a mortgage on a loan
Fall together..
Sold the Lamborghini
Baby got the baby now your broker's on the phone
From the land of wine and plenty
Send your resume, we'll call you back Jack
Fall together..
Nothing very good or very bad
Will ever last for very long..
Mr. Wrong
I know that I've been wrong
and I have no one to hang it on
So I take you by the hand
And I ask you please to understand
I just want to see you smile
But all I ever do
Is make you cry
Guess I'm tough to be around
Babe, you're tough to be away from
You know every place I've been
Every place I wish I'd never seen
Now, I just want to see you smile
But all I ever do
Is make you cry
You know what you're doing
It's a very special thing to ruin
You know what you're doing
But you don't know why
Now I know what you've been thinking all along
You're saying "uh oh, no,
mister wrong. "
Seen The Future
Freed my mind in the oxygen tent
Sold my ass, now my trousers fit again
I blew my stash on hallucinogenes
You love my song, well I don't know what it means
Man, I need TV
When I've got my morrissey
Have you seen the future of rock and roll?
All my friends do the model girl thing
So I found me one, now she wears my nose ring
She's really beautiful
But she's hung up on a jealousy kick
And I'm a renaissance man, but she just can't dig it
Man, I need TV
When I've got my morrissey
Have you seen the future of rock and roll?
Do you believe that the war is really over?
Do you believe your coast is really clean?
And your valley is green?
Can't Get Arrested
You've been talking in circles now for years, man
Lesson number one is change your attitude
People would like to help you
All you ever wanted was a picture with the queen
And welcome to London
When you've arrived, well you stay or you leave
Don't you know you're quite certain
Nothing is so pretty as it used to be, no indeed
Could you entertain us with a song?
With a very special melody
We could sing along
And you know you should be grateful
But I'll let it pass
Because you can't get arrested
But you could kiss my ass, in Hollywood
You've been walking in circles now for years, man
Is your foot nailed to the floor or do you like it here?
People would like to get to know you
All you ever wanted was a picture with the queen
And welcome to London
When you've arrived, well you stay or you leave
Don't you know you're quite certain
If you decide boy you'll stay on your leash
Well, we'll reward you quite handsome
When you've arrived, well you stay or you leave
Don't you know you're quite certain
Nothing is so pretty as it used to be, no indeed
Could you entertain us with a song?
With a very special melody
We could sing along
And you know you should be grateful
But I'll let it pass
Because you can't get arrested
But you could kiss my ass
You know my first instinct's
To kick you now you're down
And you come waltzing in
And think that you could push me round
Well, you know you should be grateful
Should I let it pass?
Because you can't get arrested
But you could kiss my ass, in Hollywood
Sunset and Vine
We'll have a real good time
On Sunset and Vine
You can't arrested
You can't get it on
4 M.B.
My friend Parker is a painter
a poet and a groove
He came around on Wednesday
and made me think about you
Now, he's soon to be a daddy-o
and yes I am. too
This is for you M.B.
You made me so
Happy
Now Lenny's got the trousers
And Bobby's got the wig
There's a lot of friendly people
I'm not so sure about this
Little Prince has got the cream
I've got a new drum machine
This is for you M.B.
You taught us all
How to be groovy
All the children are dancing to the music
And the music never stops
Do you think that they know something we know not?
We're going to rock
Just like Marc
We're going to be groovy
For the Pleasure of your Company
Heaven is the shadow of your lip
I'm a lonesome alcoholic for your kiss
Should I sit around and wait
Well I had a chance
I hesitate
To ask you for the pleasure of your company
What would you say?
Would you think about it, right now?
I've been put upon, I ’ve been passed round forever
And I'm waiting for the thirteenth of never
Should I swear to be true
Should you give a damn what I say or do
Well, I'm asking for the pleasure of your company
What would you say?
Would you think about it, right now?
A lover, a cheat, I've got everything you need
And I'm asking for the pleasure of your company
What do you say?
Baby?
Because it's been a long time
Baby?
Think about it.
Radio City Music Hall
You just saved my life
Now, this may not be what you had in mind
Would you love me to death, my dear
Oh, no no, she said
Better alive than dead
When are you going to come home
Are you waiting for the end of the world?
When are you going to come home
And be loved by the ones you love?
It's a senseless, vain desire
To be loved by everyone
You won't take my money
You don't find my jokes that funny, do you?
If I took you to the Hollywood Bowl
Oh, no no she said
Radio City Music Hall..
..And be loved by the ones you love
It's a senseless, vain desire
To be loved by everyone
When are you going to come home
Are you waiting for the end of the world?
When are you going to come home
And be loved by the ones you love?
Eat Your Greens
Don't hesitate
There is no time like now
For you to break
The habits of a lifetime, babe
Get on your pony and ride
Make no mistake
We're going to cry at your funeral
T bone steak
French fries
For heaven's sake
Your belly's bigger than your eyes
All you can eat
For a dollar and a dream
And the drinks are on the house at the funeral party
If you don't know what's good for you, boy
Eat your fried greens and pray
Nobody loves you more than we do
Sha la la la la la, hey
Sugar kick
Sugar kicks like a mule
Ain't that the truth
And you're a strawberry fool
Look at your hips
Look at the cream in your coffee
You could whip it
Or we could cry at your funeral
If you don't know what's good for you, boy
Eat your fried greens and pray
Nobody loves you more than we do
Sha la la la la la, hey
Mannish Girl
I used to be content to frown
I'm anything for money now
I'd rather be a mannish kind of girl
I used to get drunk on Spanish wine
Well, now I'm drunk most all the time
I guess I've been too grateful for too long
So I sit around and wait
And watch the grass grow green
And count the cost
Of being lost, alone, misunderstood
So I'll wait
Hey, hey
I had a girl on London town
She picked me up and she spun me round
I guess she was a mannish kind of girl
I went away and I still don't know why
Six feet under is where my bloody heart lies
I'm just afraid I cant forget her, now
So I sit around and wait
And watch the grass grow green
And count the cost
Of being lost, alone, misunderstood
So I'll wait
Hey, hey
I used to be too big to crawl
Now I don't give a damn at all
I'd rather be a mannish kind of girl
I used to get drunk on Spanish wine
Well, now I'm drunk most all the time
I'm just afraid I cant forget her, now
So I sit around and wait
And watch the grass grow green
And count the cost
Of being lost, alone, misunderstood
So I'll wait
Hey, hey