at Amanda's saloon For the boy's from the old broken O Saturday nights in the town of Sonora Are the best in all Mexico They've got guitars and trumpets
Screamin? whitewall tires and a guitar by his side Billy?s got the fever as he rolls on through the night Some were born to listen, some were born to
I'm sittin' in the railway station Got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one night stands My suitcase and guitar in hand Every stop is neatly
Shivers of fear might come in the night Just let it go, you'll be fine Moments of sadness might bring you down, Remember the word: STOP! Daremo shiranai
There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy The old girl's silent across the street She's silent, waiting for the wrecker's beat Silent, staring at
' bar A lekker groove in a classy shebeen Someone betrayed in a government car A silent movement on the stock market screen A watchman playing on a Zulu guitar
free at Amanda's saloon for the boy's from the old broken O Saturday nights in the town of Sonora are the best in all Mexico They've got guitars and
pop the popcorn and we string it on the tree Apples nuts and candy oh what a Christmas feel Daddy play the organ and we'll all sing Silent Night We'll
now. The machine is silent and so are you. The gypsy woman spoke to your coffin. (And) she said: I hope you liked my bedtime stories. Aaaaaaaaaaah!!! The end. [Guitars
and honky tonk caberet Through all the noise, the come on lines The guitars ringing in her ears She takes the stage and for one more night The world
I was born of nineteen fifty nine That'll be the day rock'n'roll died Far away on a dark and stormy night Brought into the new decade The sixties
't no need nobody. (That's no good to me.) Don't need no-one That's no good to me. I'll never stop rhyming, like I aint the silent type. I'm the violent
(P. Simon) I'm sitting in the railway station. Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand. And ev'ry
feel There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy The old girl's silent across the street She's silent - waiting for the wrecker's beat Silent - staring
I'd rather read you than Shakespeare. In a poem she once read to me she lay in my arms so silently She said she was my guitar and I was her voice and