So called Mr Rock And Roll Is dancing on his own again Talking on his phone again To someone who tells him that his balance is low He's got no where to
Oh, the wind whistles down the cold dark street tonight And the people they were dancing to the music vibe And the boys chase the girls with the curls
Will you tell me when your lines are fading? Cos I can't see I can't see no more Will you tell me when the song stops playing? Cos I can't hear
Put a ribbon round my neck and call me a libertine I will sing you songs of dreams I used to dream I will sail away on seas of silver and gold Until I
Will you tell me when the lights are fading? 'Cause I can't see, I can't see no more Will you tell me when the song stops playing? 'Cause I can't hear
A poetic genius It's something I don?t see Why would a genius be tripping on me? And he's looking at me now But what he can?t see is that I?m looking
Oh the wind whistles down the cold dark street tonight and the people they were dancing to the music vibe And the boys chase the girls with the curls
Oh, Mr. James Dean, he don't belong to anything Oh, he left before they could get him With their ways, their wicked ways Oh, Marilyn Monroe, where did
