Favourite Song lyrics


#141


"Our Lady Of The Well" - Jackson Browne

It is a dance we do in silence
Far below this morning sun
You in your life, me in mine
We have begun
Here we stand and without speaking
Draw the water from the well
And stare beyond the plains
To where the mountains lie so still

But it’s a long way that I have come
Across the sand to find this peace among your people in the sun
Where the families work the land as they have always done
Oh it’s so far the other way my country’s gone

Across my home has grown the shadow
Of a cruel and senseless hand
Though in some strong hearts
The love and truth remain
And it has taken me this distance
And a woman’s smile to learn
That my heart remains among them
And to them I must return

But it’s a long way that I have come
Across the sand to find you here among these people in the sun
Where your children will be born
You’ll watch them as they run
Oh it’s so far the other way my life has gone

If you look for me, Maria
You will find me in the shade
Wide awake or in a dream
It’s hard to tell-
If you come to me, Maria
I will show you what I’ve made
It’s a picture for our lady of the well


#142


’End Of The World’ - Rob Dickinson

Breathe the air again
It’s a beautiful day
I wish this moment would stay
With the earth
Some primal paradise
There you go again
Saying everything ends
Saying you can’t depend on anything
Or anyone

Chorus
If the end of the world was near
Where would you choose to be?
If there were five more minutes
Of air
Would you panic and hide?
Or run for your life?
Or stand here and spend them with me?
If we had five more minutes
Would I, could I make you happy?

And we would live again
In the simplest of ways
Living day after day
Like some primal animals
We would love again
Under glorious Suns
With the freedom that comes from the truth

Chorus
If the end of the world is near
Where would you choose to be?
If there were five more minutes
Of air
Would you panic and hide?
Or run for your life?
Or stand here and spend them with me?
If we had five more minutes
Would I, could I make you happy?

So it finally came to pass
I saw the end of the world
I saw the madness unfold
Like some primal burial
I looked back upon
Armageddon
And the moment of truth between you and me

We had five more minutes
Of air to breathe
And we cried all through it
But you spent them with me
On our last few drags
Of air we agree
I was, you were, happy


#143

‘Nirvana’ - Squeeze

The children had all left home
The house was like a ship without a sail
They headed for the sunset
Where maybe they would find a holy grail
The bedrooms were all rigged up
The posters of Marc Bolan were ripped away
Each day was blessed with freedom
As they would try to find something to say
She kept a little journal
He scanned them out to see
If they could find Nirvana
And where that place might be
She had lots of things to do
They kept the plastic covers on the chairs
It drove him around the twist
They both were wondering what they might have missed.
He quibbled with ambition
She fell into a rut
They sat and read the papers
In sequence they would touch
The creeping realization
Like a punch in the gut
Each day like the one before
The dreams evaporated
As the weeks and months turned into years
The queasy feeling that they wanted more
He said his word was final
She heard him slam the door
Anytime she would pipe up
He heard it all before
Although they blame each other
Really they knew the score
They were in this together
Like children holding back tears
They’ve come so far to end up
With nothing down the years


#144

Doubt he’d write some of these lines now, but it was a different time.


"When I Turn Off The Living Room Light" - The Kinks

Who cares if you’re Jewish,
And your breath smells of garlic,
And your nose is a shiny red light.
To me you are gorgeous,
And everything’s right,
When I turn off the living room light.

Your clothes are old-fashioned,
Your knuckles are bony,
Your hair looks a terrible sight.
But I don’t have to see you,
The way that you are,
When I turn off the living room light.
When I turn off the living room light.
I don’t have to see you,
The way that you are,
When I turn off the living room light.

Well it’s not that you are ugly,
And I’m not being cruel,
It helps me to relax, dear,
It helps to keep me cool.
Now I am not intending,
To make you feel ashamed,
What’s wrong in me pretending?
'Cause you can’t help being plain.

Your nose may be bulbous,
Your face may be spotty,
Your skin may be wrinkled and tight.
But I don’t want to see you,
The way that you are,
So I turn off the living room light.

We don’t feel so ugly,
We don’t feel so draggy,
We don’t feel so twisted up tight.
And we don’t feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.
When we turn off the living room light.
We don’t feel as ugly as we really are,
When we turn off the living room light.


#145

Lawrie reminded me of this great piece of lyrics.

Brilliant performance!

Nazareth - Telegram, Pts. 1 - 4

(PART 1 ON YOUR WAY)
Nazareth

Sent a telegram today
Tomorrow you’ll be on your way
Could be Memphis or L.A.
No questions just get out and play.

Wake up call to catch the plane
You know you’re on the road again
Someone’s bangin’ in your head
Why did you get so late to bed.
Runnin’ late and feelin’ bad
That breakfast was the worst you’ve had
Make the gate no time to spare
Before you know you’re in the air.

747 flies us high
Much higher than we’re meant to be
You’re six miles high but feelin’ down
You wish you could be on the ground.

Find your bags and walk for miles
The customs man is waitin’ there
Immigration cause delay
You wonder if you’ll ever play.
Limousine is standin’ by
We get inside and drive a while
F.M. Station soundin’ good
And gettin’ better every mile.

Hotel lobby looks the same
With all the same old girls in town

Press reception takes the day
With all the same old things to say
Need your picture smile this way
And will you tell me what you play

(PART 2 SO YOU WANNA BE A ROCK’N’ROLL STAR)
Roger McGuinn/Chris Hillman (COPYRIGHT 1966 TICKSON MUSIC CO. (BMI)

So you wanna be a rock’n’roll star
Just listen now to what I say
Get yourself an electric guitar
and take some time and learn to play.

(PART 3 SOUND CHECK)
Nazareth

Your roadies call to say OK
The soundcheck can get underway
Soundcheckover, had some fun
A waste of time for everyone
Time has come to start the show
It’s boogie time for everyone
Check guitars before you go
They’re close enough for rock n roll
The lights are low,
The crowd is high,much higher than
They’re meant to be
We take the stage and start to play
The lights come up for all to see

(PART4 HERE WE ARE AGAIN)
Nazareth

Here we are again, singin’ the same old songs
Lookin for someone who will sing along
Here we are again playin’ the same old scenes
Lookin’for someone who will share our dreams
Here we are again facing the same old sights
Lookin’ for someone who will share our nights


#146

‘Great Dreams Of Heaven’ - Ian McNabb

Got failing light and aching bones, Got beds in subways, paper homes
Got clear blue skies and rainy days, Got sailors sailing, sailing
Got mighty ships to cross the sea, Got plenty of room for you and me
Got babies being born HIV, Got programmes failing, failing

Liberty and freedom all the things that men require
Children singing, church bells ringing, objects of desire
Football teams and crazy scenes from 1967
And we got great dreams of Heaven!

Got TV shows from satellite, got company on winter night
Excess of pills of pure delight, got flags all waving
Got sandy beaches everywhere, fuel injected cars to get us there
Got pension plans and healthcare, Got daylight saving

Decency and honesty, the things that folk depend on
Introduction, a dirty joke, and then a song to end on
Countries die, when rockets fly, and cities have been levelled
And we got great dreams of Heaven

Got ways of living, left and right, fast talking chat shows, sponsored fight
Got kids who’ll steal for just a hit, Politicians talking, talking
Got idols selling fizzy drink, got reckless stealing everything
So what going on it’s hard to think, soap stars are singing, singing

Verdant scenes and ways and means to understand our being
Holocaust, catastrophe and beauty we are seeing
Harder times of holy wine and bread that is unleavened
And we got great dreams of Heaven

Crazy leaders, self assured who sit atop their nations
Banners headed "Peace and Freedom! Justice and Damnation!"
Cold wind blowing, embers glowing, God knows where we’re heading
But we got great dreams of Heaven


#147

Just listened to The Kinks ‘Low Budget’ album. First time in ages and forgot how amusing I find some of the songs!


"Low Budget" - The Kinks

Cheap is small and not too steep
But best of all cheap is cheap
Circumstance has forced my hand
To be a cut price person in a low budget land
Times are hard but we’ll all survive
I just got to learn to economize

I’m on a low budget
I’m on a low budget
I’m not cheap, you understand
I’m just a cut price person in a low budget land
Excuse my shoes they don’t quite fit
They’re a special offer and they hurt me a bit
Even my trousers are giving me pain
They were reduced in a sale so I shouldn’t complain
They squeeze me so tight so I can’t take no more
They’re size 28 but I take 34

I’m on a low budget
What did you say
I’m on a low budget
I thought you said that

I’m on a low budget
I’m a cut price person in a low budget land

I’m shopping at Woolworth and low discount stores
I’m dropping my standards so that I can buy more

[Quality costs, but quality wastes,
So I’m giving up all of my expensive tastes.
Caviar and champagne are definite no’s,
I’m acquiring a taste for brown ale and cod roes ]

Low budget sure keeps me on my toes
I count every penny and I watch where it goes
We’re all on our uppers we’re all going skint
I used to smoke cigars but now I suck polo mints

I’m on a low budget
What did you say
Yea I’m on a low budget
I thought you said that
I’m on a low budget
I’m a cut price person in a low budget land
I’m on a low budget
Low budget
Low budget

Art takes time, time is money
Money’s scarce and that ain’t funny
Millionaires are things of the past
We’re in a low budget film where nothing can last
Money’s rare there’s none to be found
So don’t think I’m tight if I don’t buy a round

I’m on a low budget
What did you say
Yes I’m on a low budget
I thought you said that
I’m on a low budget
I’m a cut price person in a low budget land
I’m on a low budget
Say it again
Low budget
One more time
Low budget

[I look like a tramp, but don’t write me off, I’ll have you all know, I was once a tough At least my hair is all mine, my teeth are my own, But everything else is on permanent loan. Once all my clothes were made by hand, Now I’m a cut price person in a low budget land. I’m on a low budget I’ll have you all know We’re on a low budget I’m on a low budget]


"(Wish I Could Fly Like) Superman" - The Kinks

Woke up this morning, started to sneeze
I had a cigarette and a cup of tea
I looked in the mirror what did I see
A nine stone weakling with knobbly knees
I did my knees bend press ups touch my toes
I had another sneeze and I blew my nose
I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest
I had to put on my clothes because it made me depressed
Surely there must be a way
For me to change the shape I’m in
Dissatisfied is what I am
I want to be a better man

Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman
Superman Superman I want to be like Superman
I want to be like Superman
Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman

Woke up this morning, what did I see
A big black cloud hanging over me
I switched on the radio and nearly dropped dead
The news was so bad that I fell out of bed
There was a gas strike, oil strike, lorry strike, bread strike
Got to be a Superman to survive
Gas bills, rent bills, tax bills, phone bills
I’m such a wreck but I’m staying alive

[Look in the paper, what do I see,
Robbery, violence, insanity.]

Hey girl we’ve got to get out of this place
There’s got to be something better than this
I need you, but I hate to see you this way
If I were Superman then we’d fly away
I’d really like to change the world
And save it from the mess it’s in
I’m too weak, I’m so thin
I’d like to fly but I can’t even swim

Superman Superman I want to fly like Superman
Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman
Superman Superman wish I could fly like Superman
Superman Superman I want to be like Superman
Superman Superman I want to fly like Superman


#148

Can’t remember if I’ve done this one, but it hits me every time.


"The Only Child" - Jackson Browne

Boy of mine
As your fortune comes to carry you down the line
And you watch while the changes unfold
And you sort among the stories you’ll be told
If some pieces of the picture are hard to find
And the answers to your questions are hard to hold

Take good care of your mother
When you’re making up your mind
Should one thing or another take you from behind
Though the world may make you hard and wild
And determine how your life is styled
When you’ve come to feel that you’re the only child
Take good care of your brother

Let the disappointments pass
Let the laughter fill your glass
Let your illusions last until they shatter
Whatever you might hope to find
Among the thoughts that crowd your mind
There won’t be many that ever really matter

But take good care of your mother
And remember to be kind
When the pain of another will serve you to remind
That there are those who feel themselves exiled
On whom the fortune never smiled
And upon whose life the heartache has been piled
They’re just looking for another
Lonely child

And when you’ve found another soul
Who sees into your own
Take good care of each other


#149

A beautiful, beautiful song.

(greg lake)

First time when you looked at me
You tried to hide but I could see
A special beauty in your eyes
Passion flying like a spark
Like an arrow to the mark
I feel it sting my jealousy

Before you know there’s footprints in the snow

Desire like a river flows
Where it comes from no one knows
Love just like a flower grows
And then God only knows
It comes down like guillotine

Now I feel the rain
Of love torn by a hurricane
One night eclipsed the sun
How deep still waters run

How deep they flow like footprints in the snow

Take my love into your brest
Commit my spirit to the test
You will see him like a knight
His armour gleams
We’ll fly upon his angel’s wings
Above the clouds in rainbow rings
We can sail a ship of dreams

Chorus
If you will take my hand
We can cross this desert made of sand
We can break in through the ice
And feel the wind of paradise
We’ll feel it blow our footprints in the snow

Anytime you feel alone
Just raise your hand, pick up the phone
Take in my number, there I’ll be
If one day your stars won’t shine
I will give you some of mine
Cause they could fall so easily

We both know there’s footprints in the snow


#150


"On The Outside" - The Kinks

You stay at home,
All on your own with nothing but walls to speak to.
You never go anywhere,
You say you’ve nothing to wear,
So you keep all your troubles inside of you.
There’s something hidden in you,
And you keep it out of view.
You shouldn’t feel any guilt,
Or have any doubts,
You gotta let yourself out while there’s something left of you

Hey baby blue,
Don’t hide your troubles inside.
I’d sure like to know you,
And there’s so much to show you on the outside.
Somehow I know that we are gonna get by,
So stop acting like a lady come and cry like a baby on the outside
Outside
I know that the weather is fine,
Outside
I know we’re gonna be alright.
Somehow I know that we are gonna survive.
So stop acting like a lady come and cry like a baby on the outside
On the outside

You think you’re a freak,
And you’re afraid to compete,
In a world that you thinks got it down on you,
You’re a closet queen,
You think it’s obscene,
To let the people see what’s deep inside of you.
I know what you’re going through,
But what you are is nothing new,
So don’t feel ashamed
’Cos you’re not to blame,
Roll up the blinds and let the sun come shining through.

Hey baby blue
Don’t hide your troubles inside,
You should be glad in the gay,
Nobody cares anyway on the outside.
Somehow I know that we are gonna get by,
So stop acting like a lady come and cry like a baby on the outside.
Outside
I know that the weather is fine
Outside
I know it’s gonna be alright.
Somehow I know that we are gonna get by,
So stop acting like a lady come and cry like baby on the outside.
On the outside
On the outside


#152

His words take my breath away sometimes

“Don’t You Want To Be There” - Jackson Browne

Don’t you want to be there, don’t you want to go?
Where the light is breaking and the cold clear winds blow
Don’t you want to be there in the golden glow

Don’t you want to be there, don’t you want to fly?
With your arms out, let a shout take you across the sky
Don’t you want to be there when the time’s gone by

Times there was love all around you
Times you were strong and alone
Times you believed love had found you
And you fell through time like a stone

And those you have wronged, you know
You need to let them know some way
And those who have wronged you, know
You’ll have to let them go someday

Don’t you want to be there?
Don’t you want to cry when you see how far
You’ve got to go to be where forgiveness rules
Instead of where you are

Don’t you want to be there, don’t you want to know?
Where the grace and simple truth of childhood go
Don’t you want to be there when the trumpets blow

Blow for those born into hunger
Blow for those lost 'neath the train
Blow for those choking in anger
Blow for those driven insane

And those you have wronged, you know
You need to let them know some way
And those who have wronged you, know
You’ll have to let them go someday

Don’t you want to be there?
Don’t you want to see where the angels appear
Don’t you want to be where there’s strength and love
In the place of fear


#153


"Where Were You" - Jackson Browne

Where were you when the sky cracked open?
Heading for shelter and barely coping
Thinking you could ride the storm out,
Hoping it would be all right
Where were you when they gave the warning?
Hundred fifty-mile winds by morning
Category four making landfall in the wild grey light
Where were you?

Where were you in the social order?
The Lower Nine or a hotel in the Quarter
Which side of the border between rich and poor?
Where were you going to evacuate to?
Assuming there was any way to
Where, if you didn’t own a car?
Where were you?

Where were you when you understood
However decent, however good
However hard some people try
They only barely make it by
They’re born, and live their entire lives in harm’s way

Where were you when you heard the stranded,
The injured and the empty handed
Were running out of food and water at the Superdome?
With the newborn and the elderly
Exposed to even more misery
While those in charge of rescue
Waited for the Guard to come
And those who left the Convention Center
Were stopped on the bridge when they tried to enter
The safety of the west bank, and higher ground
And when the Guard finally did arrive
And got to work on about day five
Mainly they were used to keep the looting down
Where were you?

Where were you when you realized
However strong, however wise
However true our leaders appear to be
When they talk about prosperity
However hard this country strives
If property is valued more than lives
How strong will we ever really be?
How long do we imagine we’ll be free?

We hold the truth self evident:
The photograph of the President
From Air Force One, he views the devastation
Shaved face, rested eyes
Looking down, he circles twice
On his way home from his vacation
Where were you, when you got the picture?
Where were you?
Where were you when the streets filled up with black water?

Where were you when defeat and destruction
Reigned in the Crescent
Where were you when it blew from every direction
Where were you when the promise was made
To return, and rebuild, and restore to its people
The city that gave us the first American music
True inspiration and the freedom to use it
Where will we find it again, if we lose it?
And where will we be, if we ever cease to love?
If we ever cease to love …


#154

tears in heaven - Eric Clapton

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don’t belong
Here in heaven.

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?

I’ll find my way
Through night and day,
'Cause I know I just can’t stay
Here in heaven.

Time can bring you down,
Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart,
Have you begging please, begging please.

Beyond the door,
There’s peace I’m sure,
And I know there’ll be no more
Tears in heaven.

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
And carry on,
'Cause I know I don’t belong
Here in heaven.

:sunglasses:


#155

“Encore”

What you gonna do when the last show is over?
What you gonna do when you can’t touch base?
What you gonna do when the applauses all over?
And you can’t turn your back on what you face

And who you gonna be when the lights are all fading?
And who you gonna be when the band comes off?
And who you gonna be when your heart is still aching?
And you can’t shrug it off with just a laugh

Encore, encore
The last song is over
More, more
The crowd’s on its feet
Sure, sure
Adulation is so pleasing
Encore, encore

And what you gonna say to the last person leaving?
What you gonna say when that light is turned off?
What you gonna do if you stop believing
That you can’t seem to find what might been lost?

And how you gonna feel if friends follow fortune?
How you gonna feel if the music dies?
How you gonna live with the soul sadly sighing
Into the wind that is our life

Encore, encore
The last song is over
More, more
The crowd’s on its feet
Sure, sure
That adulation is so pleasing
Encore, encore

by Graham Nash


#156

“That Lonesome Road” - James Taylor

Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself,
Don’t turn your head back over your shoulder.
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon is shining high above the trees.

If I had stopped to listen once or twice, if I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes.
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart, I’d not be on this road tonight.

Carry on, never mind feeling sorry for yourself.
It doesn’t save you from your troubled mind.

Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself,
Don’t turn your head back over your shoulder.
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon is shining high above the trees.


#157

“The Long Way Around” - Jackson Browne

I don’t know what to say about these days
I’m seeing people changing in the strangest ways
Even in the richer neighborhoods
People don’t know when they’ve got it good
They’ve got the envy, and they’ve got it bad

When I was a kid everything I did was trying to be free
Running up and down Tinsel Town with the fire inside of me
My planets all in retrograde, the best of all my plans got laid
I made my breaks, and some mistakes
Just not the ones people think I made

Now I’m a long way gone
Down this wild road I’m on
It’s going to take me where I’m bound
But it’s the long way around

It’s a little hard keeping track of what’s gone wrong
The covenant unravels, and the news just rolls along
I could feel my memory letting go some two or three disasters ago
It’s hard to say which did more ill
Citizens United or the Gulf oil spill

And I’m a long way gone
Down this wild road I’m on
It’s going to take me take me where I’m bound
But it’s the long way around

It’s never been that hard to buy a gun
Now they’ll sell a Glock 19 to just about anyone
The seeds of tragedy are there
In what we feel we have the right to bear
To watch our children come to harm
There in the safety of our arms
With all we disagree about
The passions burn, the heart goes out

And we’re a long way gone
Down this wild road we’re on
It’s going to take us where we’re bound
It’s just the long way around


#158


’Sex With Someone You Love’ - Ian McNabb

You wake up in the morning and you hear somebody
snoring and you rub your aching head
Your neighbour’s playing Techno and they never show
respect and so you jump right outta bed
You stumble to the kitchen and the floor so cold, you
lighten up a cigarette
You make a cup of coffee and you pick up all your bills
and then turn on your TV set

They’re talking to some loser who is clearly an abuser
of a substance that’s controlled
He’s trying to sell a CD to the luckless and the
needy in the name of rock and roll
And just as you are wondering if he dyes his hair, a
sponsor has a word
You scoop up all your cereal, come over all ethereal
and wonder why you ever cared

You climb onto a number ten and stare into the face
again of Mrs What’s-her-name
You fumble for your paperback, pray no-one has a heart-
attack, but every day’s the same
You get off at your stop and visit Mr Bee, to buy your
daily news
You read about the girl who’s missing, find out who the
stars are kissing, then you get the blues

You walk into the office where the boss is making passes
At the young girls on the floor
He must be pushing 55, the pressures keeping him alive,
his wife don’t know the score
At lunch you order pasta and a little drink, it gives
you time to think
About the night in front of you, exactly what you’re
gonna do, your heart begins to sink

You walk into your local where your friends are very
vocal 'bout the conquests they have had
You never see 'em with them but you know you have to
give them all the benefit however sad
Someone suggests a night-club not too far away, you
shrug and say OK
You cimb into a taxi-cab, you’re dreaming of that ol’
kebab, the night just flies away

You’re standing in a disco like the Count of Monte
Christo but you haven’t got a prayer
The music’s gettin’ faster and you know you’ll never
master all the things that make a woman care
You walk home on your own it’s been a busy day, you
curse the stars above
You pull your duvet round you shelf the problems that
surround you and have sex with someone you love
Sex with someone you love, you’re having sex with
soeone you love, sex with someone you love.


#159

Pure genius…

‘Big Bottom’ - Spinal Tap

The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin
That’s what I said
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl’s got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

I met her on Monday, it was my lucky fun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean
My love gun’s loaded and she’s in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about mudflaps, my girl’s got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl’s got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?


#160

They don’t write them like that anymore , well apart from Steel Panther of course :wink:


#161


"The Ragpicker’s Dream" - Mark Knopfler

When jack frost came for christmas
With a brass monkey date
The rail-king and the scarecrow
Hopped a florlda freight
And they blew on their paper cups
And stared through the steam
Then they drank half a bottle
Of ragpicker’s dream where

The whiskey keeps following
Cold pitchers of beer
Me and my associate
Like the clientele here get
The onions and the 'taters
Rib-eyes on the grill
Toothpicks and luckies
And a coffee refill as

The rail-king lay rocking
He was leaving the ground
Then he was flying like santa claus
Over the town where
He came to the window
Of a house by a stream
It was a family christmas
In the ragpicker’s dream there

Were kids at the table
All aglow in the light
Music in the wintertime
Sure carries at night there
Was turkey and gravy
Pie and ice-cream
And gifts for each and everyone
In the ragpicker’s dream where

The red-eye keeps tumbling
In our glasses of beer
Me and my associate
Like the service in here there’s
A ten for your trouble
You have beautiful hair
Make the last one two doubles
It’s a cold one out there where

The scarecrow and the rail-king
Have started to dance
But a nightstick and a billyclub
Won’t give peace a chance here
I think they went thataways
Your song and dance team
Heading home for the holidays
With the ragpicker’s dream on

His knees like a fighter
The rail-riding king
Like a sack of potatoes
Like a bull in the ring where
The scarecrow falls over
With a tear in the seam
Home for the rover
In the ragpicker’s dream where

The red-eye keeps tumbling
Like tears in our beer
Me and my associate
Like the ambience here where
They cornered two castaways
In a white flashlight beam
Merry christmas and happy days
In the ragpicker’s dream