Say a word for Jimmy Brown He ain't got nothin' at all Not the shirt right off his back He ain't got nothin' at all And say a word for Ginger Brown Walks
Who loves the sun? Who cares that it makes plants grow? Who cares what it does Since you broke my heart? Who loves the wind? Who cares that it makes
I'm sticking with you 'Cause I'm made out of glue Anything that you might do I'm gonna do too You held up a stage coach in the rain And I'm doing the
one, two, three... If you close the door the night could last for ever leave the sunshine out and say 'hello' to never all the peolple are dancing and
Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle And across the seas they'll stay Speak not of misfortune
Caught between the twisted stars The plotted lines, the faulty map That brought Columbus to New York Betwixt, between the east and west He calls on her
I'm waiting for my man Got twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white
If I could be anything in the world that flew I would be a bat and come swooping after you And if the last time you were they were a bit coocoo Well you
And what costume shall the poor girl wear? To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from, who knows, where To all tomorrow's parties And where
Before being a man Livin' in a garbage pail My landlady called me up She tried to hit me with a mop I can't stand it anymore more, more I can't stand
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly Like the summer rain Every time I see and think about her It ends up the same Walkin' the streets out in
It was a pleasure then Could you just be here again to know what there was to see When all the Sunday people where so quiet in the dark Afraid to be better
If you think that it's all good You know what you'll have to do You're walkin' down 5th Avenue You're seein' things that aren't true Without you I ain
Ah, you've got such understanding ways I believe everything that you say Smiling faces not forgotten 'cause I love you When I think of all the things
Oh, there's one thing, baby I just don't understand Two old women fighting for Another man You know it's just too much Ooohhh, you know it's just too
(reed, cale, morrison, tucker) I got fever in my pocket You know I gotta move Hey babe, I guess I'm falling in love I got fever in my pocket Down to
Things aren't what they seem I'm always drifting into dream It's just a silly scene Everything I do ends up in dream But it's not what you say and you
I don't care about your ways Of love and life and walkin' I don't care about your days Of carin' and not talkin' But it's your right The way that you
