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And all the vampires walkin' through the valley
Move west down Ventura Boulevard
And all the bad boys are standin' in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts
And I'm free
I'm free fallin'
Yeah, I'm free
Free fallin'

Come you not from Newcastle?
Come you not there away?
O met you not my true love,
Riding on a bonny bay?

Why should not I love my love?
Why should not my love love me?
Why should not I speed after him,
Since love to all is free?

Sittin' in a sleazy snack bar sucking,
Sickly sausage rolls.
Slippin' down slowly, slippin' down sideways,
Think I'll sign off the dole.
'Cause the fog on the Tyne is all mine all mine.
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.
The fog on the Tyne is all mine all mine.
The fog on the Tyne is all mine.

I cannot get to my love if I would dee
The water of Tyne run between him and me
And here I must stand wi a tear in my ee
All sighin and sobbin, my true love to see.

Oh, where is the boatman, my bonny hinney
Oh, where is the boatman, go bring him to me
To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey
And I will remember the boatman and thee.

When you're weary
Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I'll dry them all
I'm on your side
Oh, when times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Time flies by when you're a driver of a train
Speeding out of Trumpton with a cargo of cocaine
I get high when I'm a pilot of a plane
Touching down in Camberwick, I'm stoned out of my brain.
Under bridges, over bridges, to our destination
Careful with that spliff, Eugene, it causes condensation.

Time flies by in the yellow and green
Stick around and you'll see what I mean
There's a mountain top that I'm dreaming of
If you need me you know where I'll be
I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone, someone.

People were standing, all around
At a shot gun wedding, here in this town
And I'm the victim oh yeh
Of a shotgun wedding
'Cause your fathers got a gun
And there ain't no place to run
Shotgun wedding and oh yeh
Now I got to find a job, yes I have
You, me, the baby makes three

Well come on all of you big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again,
He got himself in a terrible jam,
Way down yonder in Vietnam,
Put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun
And its 1, 2, 3 what are we fighting for?
Don't ask me I don't give a damn,
The next stop is Vietnam,
And its 5, 6, 7 open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
WHOOPEE we're all gonna die

Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Five, four, three, two, one
Always onward, rode the six hundred
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Down the valley on their horses they thundered
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Ah, but once they're down, they really blundered
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Uh-huh, it was the Manfred's

So one, two, three
Take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine
I said, you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine
Oh, four, five, six
Come on and get your kicks
Now you don't need that money
With a face like that, do ya?
Big black boots, long brown hair
She's so sweet with her get-back stare
Well, I could see you home with me
But you were with another man, yeah
I know we ain't got much to say
Before I let you get away, yeah
I said, are you gonna be my girl?

Let's go for a little walk
Under the moon of love
Let's sit down and talk
Under the moon of love
I want to tell ya
That I love ya
And I want you to be my girl
Little darling let's walk
let's talk
Under the moon of love

We get it almost every night
When that moon is big and bright
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody here is out of sight
They don't bark, and they don't bite
They keep things loose, they keep 'em tight
Everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Dancin' in the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' warm and bright
It's such a fine and natural sight
Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight

Let's swim to the moon, uh huh
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evening that the
City sleeps to hide
Let's swim out tonight, love
It's our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
On our moonlight drive

Let me run with you tonight
I'll take you on a moonlight ride
There's someone I used to see
But she don't give a damn for me

But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint
And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels to be me

Should I have faith in you?
Should I put my trust in you?
And should you let me down?
Should I flirt around
Why should I think this way?
Thinking that you're going away
There ain't no way, we'll stay
Together anymore
Am I to go on now? Living this way
Acting like a child, so young and gay
You don't know, what it means to be loved
You don't know how it feels, to be hugged, oh no!

She gets rock and roll and a rock and roll station
And a rock and roll dream
She's making movies on location
She don't know what it means
And the music make her want to be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Rollergirl, don't worry
D.J. play the movies all night long, all night long

Tell me it's not true
Say it's just a story
Something on the news
Tell me it's not true
Though it's here before me
Say it's just a dream
Say it's just a scene from an old movie from years ago
From an old movie of Marilyn Monroe's
Say it's just some clowns
Two players in the limelight
And bring the curtain down
Say it's just two clowns
Who couldn't get their lines right
Say it's just a show on the radio
That we can turn over and start again
That we can turn over, it's only a game
Tell me it's not true
Say I only dreamed it
And morning will come soon
Tell me it's not true
Say you didn't mean it
Say it's just pretend
Say it's just the end of an old movie from years ago
Of an old movie with Marilyn Monroe

Midnight not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Tomorrow night, everythin' 'll be alright
Tomorrow night, I'm gonna treat you right and
Love you so, like I should 'a' done long ago and
Hold you close, like I would 'a' done if you'd let me know.
Tomorrow night, all the stars above will
Shine so bright - down upon our love and
Heaven knows what I must have been thinkin' about
I just don't know but we'll put it right - tomorrow night.

Are you lonesome tonight?
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a bright summer day
When I kissed you and called you sweetheart?

I'm lonesome tonight
Ring, telephone, ring
I'm through with pretending
There's no way to forget

I miss her tonight
Ring, telephone, ring
This night has no ending
Dreams of her linger yet

Like a couple of fools
We parted, I vowed
I'd never call
Now, I'd give my all
To have her with me
But where can she be?

I wanna go back to Dixie
Take me back to dear ol' Dixie
That's the only li'l ol' place for li'l ol' me
Ol' times there are not forgotten
Whuppin' slaves and sellin' cotton
And waitin' for the Robert E. Lee
(It was never there on time)
I'll go back to the Swanee
Where pellagra makes you scrawny
And the Honeysuckle clutters up the vine
I really am a-fixin'
To go home and start a-mixin'
Down below that Mason-Dixon line

It was the 3rd of June, another sleepy dusty delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinnertime we stopped, and
Walked back to the house to eat and
Mama hollered out, y'all remember to wipe your feet
And then she said I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge
Today, Billy Joe Macallister jumped off the Tallahatchie bridge

Oh c'mon everybody, take a trip with me
Well, down the Mississippi down in New Orleans
They got honeysuckle growing on the honeysuckle vine
And love is a-blooming there all the time
Well, every southern belle is a Mississippi Queen
Down the Mississippi, down to New Orleans