Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea, You lay your bets and then you pay the price The things
Do the Wall Street shuffle Hear the money rustle Watch the greenbacks tumble Feel the Sterling crumble You need a yen to make a mark If you wanna
Hey toots, you put the life into living You brought a sigh into sight Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water You bring the stars out at night But
"I'm a clockwork creep And I can't get to sleep They wind me up and let me go And I can't unwind Going out of my mind My time is coming soon you
Down on the casting couch A star is gonna be born A star with the stature of a Harlow Who's doomed And groomed to enrapture All her co-stars, and
It's one thing to know it but another to admit We're the worst band in the world But we don't give a.... If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the
In the middle of a caravan On a four wheel drive oasis There's a man with a thought in mind To cash in on the desert faces He's got a truckload of
On de uber side ob de island Dere's a sky so clear and blue Can see, cross water, to de mainland New life for me and you Let's buy a hotel Let's
Here's a new dance that you all can do Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? Sit back and relax `cos it's good for you Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? what
Working girls don't stand a chance Typing pools are full deadly fish Office Romeos believe Dictation is the statutory dish Do they want you for your
I'll show you man who walk on fire And don't get burned Don't get burned, don't get burned He don't get burned I'll show you man who tread on glass
Where are my boys? They are in deepest water Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they are broken men who lie low Waiting
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm Oh oh I love those city lights But when the sun comes up And the party's over I don't care I'm coming back tonight To
Martin Luther B.B. King You had a dream and you make us swing Doctor Winston J.F.K. You had a dream but they blew you away American panorama Big apple
Here on the street Feeling the cool of the dawn Shuffling feet Faces are ragged and worn They've been working all night Waiting for the curtain to
The hands on the clock seem to stick to the face But the seconds are turning to minutes I try not to look at the grin on it's face And minutes to
Album: Windows In The Jungle Milk and honey Your lips are milk and honey oh oh Overflowing You get my juices going Sweet and tasty Your love is
You never asked me to love you I did it all by myself You didn't make me no promises You read my feelings so well [CHORUS] Oh wow wow what you've done
