You got the CBS And the ABC You got Time and Newsweek Well, they're the same to me Now don't you wanna get right with me? Puzzling evidence I hope you
I'm wearin' Fur pajamas I ride a Hot potato It's ticklin' my fancy Speak up, I can't hear you Here on this mountaintop Oh oh oh I got some wild, wild
Here we stand Like an Adam and Eve Waterfalls Garden of Eden Two fools in love So beautiful and strong Birds in the trees Are smiling upon them From
Psycho killer Qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far far better Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away You start a conversation you can't even finish it You're talkin
Signs, signs are lost Signs disappeared Turn invisible Got no sign Somebody got busted Got a face of stone and a Ghostwritten biography Dogs started
No talking just head, I cannot be dead When you pull the switch, I will be in your head Greasin' it up good No talking just head, you've been misled
Let's go I'm painting, I'm painting again I'm painting, I'm painting again I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain Pretty
Take a look at these hands Take a look at these hands The hand speaks, the hand of a government man Well I'm a tumbler born under punches, I'm so thin
is his latest catch 'Cause he's big daddy Ohh, mommy Cry, cry, cry, cry Big daddy Ohh, daddy's scrapin' bottom now Ohh, Momma Daddy, daddy, daddy does the talkin
Think of London, small city Dark, dark in the daytime People sleep, sleep in the daytime If they want to, if they want to I'm checking them out, I'm
A woman made a man And a man, he made a house And when they lay together Little creatures all come out For I've seen sex and I think it's alright It
Here where you are standing Dinosaurs did a dance The Indians told a story Now it has come to pass The Indians had a legend The Spaniards lived for gold
big one's coming in Work, work, work, work, work till holes are filled Work, work, work, work bags of bone and skin Lovers hold hands tossing their heads
When you were little You dreamed you were big You must have been something A real tiny kid You wish you were me I wish I was you Don't you wake up This
don't know what they're talking about The boys are worried, the girls are shocked They pick the sound and let it drop Nobody know what they're talking
to leave I push the fact in front of me Facts lost Facts are never what they seem to be Ah, nothing there No information left of any kind Lifting my head
Electric guitar gets run over By a car on the highway This is a crime against the state This is the meaning of life Tune this electric guitar Tune this
Here we stand Like an adam and an eve Waterfalls The garden of eden Two fools in love So beautiful and strong The birds in the trees Are smiling upon