Lyrical Response

[WhoTom]

There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walkin' in the hall with his things and all
Smilin, said he was the Lone Ranger

 

Comin' into Los Angeles
Bringin' in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please, mister customs man

[Bills4everNY]

I'll never forget that day

We motored stately into big LA

The lights of the city

Put settling down in my brain

Though it's only been a month or so

That old car's buggin us to go

We got to get away and get

Back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named Boo

Traveling and living off the land

Me and you and a dog named Boo 

How I love being a free man 

[SinceThe70s]

City of tiny lites
Don't you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightin'
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny sheets
Talkin' bout those tiny cookies
That the peoples eats

[Gray Beard]

Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
In the wine (in the wine)
Make me happy (make me happy)
Make me feel fine (make me feel fine)

 

Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
Make me warm all over
With a feeling that I'm gonna
Love you till the end of time

 

So here's to the golden moon
And here's to the silver sea
And mostly here's a toast
To you and me

 

So here's to the ginger lei
I give to you today
And here's a kiss
That will not fade away

[WhoTom]

My love's bigger than a Cadillac
I try to show you but you drive me back
Your love for me has got to be real
You're gonna know just how I feel
Love's real, not fade away
Not fade away

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Willie the wimp was buried today
They laid him to rest in a special way
Sent him off in the finest style
That casket-mobile really drove 'em wild
Southside Chicago will think of him often
Talkin' 'bout Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin

 

That casket, it looked like a fine Seville
He had a vanity license and a Cadillac grille
Willie was propped up in the driver's seat
He had diamonds on his fingers and a smile sweet
Fine red suit had the whole town talkin'
Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin

 

Yeah Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin

 

In his Cadillac to heaven he was wavin' the banner
He left like he lived, in a lively manner
With a-hundred dollar bills in his fingers tight
He had flowers for wheels and a-flashin' headlights
He been wishin' for wings, no way he was walkin'
Talkin' 'bout Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin
Yeah, Willie the wimp and his Cadillac coffin

 

Willie the wimp, his Cadillac coffin
Willie the wimp, Cadillac coffin
Willie the wimp, Cadillac coffin

[Gray Beard]

I knew you'd be a vision in white
How d'ya get your pants so tight
Don't know what you're doing
But you must be living right, yeah

 

Oh we got some places to see
How 'bout a romance with me
Jump in, it ain't no sin
Take a ride in my machine, yeah

 

City traffic's moving way too slow
Drop the pedal and go, go, go

 

We're going riding on the freeway
Oh no, we can't stop now
We're going riding on the freeway
Gonna love in my pink Cadillac
Well we're riding on the freeway
Oh lord, we can't stop that
Yeah we're riding on the freeway
Gonna love in my pink Cadillac

 

Whether you mind the exercise
We've got lots of time
We can't quit til we get to the other side
Aha, aha, with the radio playing a song
We keep rolling on
To lose how far can't we get
Before you think about love turned down, yeah

[The Plastic Cup]

Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send

 

Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say any more

'Cause I love you
Yes I love you
Oh how I love you

 

Gazing at people, some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through they can't understand
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Wish I was a millionaire

I'd play rock music and grow long hair
I tell you boys

I'd drive a new Rolls Royce

 

Pretty women hangin' on me

I'd give 'em all the third degree
Satin sheets

To keep 'em off of the streets

Hallelujah,

hear me talkin' to ya

Praise the Lord and pass the tambourine

 

Great Jehovah,

You'll come over
As soon as ya see me boogie woogie cross the silver screen

 

Hang 'em high and hang 'em low put 'em in the eyes wherever I go
Keep 'em all night feelin' just right
Hallelujah hear me talkin' ya

Edited July 29, 2019 by The Real Buffalo Joe

[WhoTom]

Friday night, I'm on my way home
They oughta make work a crime
I'm home for the weekend
I'm gonna make the most of my time
There's a rock and roll singer on the television
Giving up his music, gonna take up religion
(Deserted rock and roll to try to save his soul)

 

Saturday night, gotta gig with the band
Playing the electric guitar
Someday I'm gonna make it
Gonna be a super-duper-star
Get a big flashy car
And a house for my Ma
The big break better happen soon
'Cause I'm pushing twenty-one

 

[PastaJoe]

Friday night I crashed your party
Saturday I said I'm sorry
Sunday came and trashed me out again
I was only having fun
Wasn't hurting any one

And we all enjoyed the weekend for a change

 

I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain
And you told me not to drive
But I made it home alive
So you said that only proves that I'm insane

 

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

 

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

 

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

 

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane

You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

[WhoTom]

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

[SlimShady'sSpaceForce]

Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite, I'm out of control
I am a sex machine, ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh explode

 

I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm traveling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

 

Don't stop me, don't stop me
Don't stop me, hey, hey, hey
Don't stop me, don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh, I like it
Don't stop me, don't stop me
Have a good time, good time
Don't stop me, don't stop me, ah

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine AM
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

 

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
'Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

 

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
'Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

 

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man

 

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
'Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

 

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
'Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

 

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time

[WhoTom]

Woke up this morning with light in my eyes
And then realized it was still dark outside
It was a light coming down from the sky
I don't know who or why

 

Must be those strangers that come every night
Those saucer shaped lights put people uptight
Leave blue green footprints that glow in the dark
I hope they get home alright

 

Hey, Mr. Spaceman
Won't you please take me along
I won't do anything wrong
Hey, Mr. Spaceman
Won't you please take me along for a ride

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Well, I woke up this mornin' it was drizzlin' rain 
Around the curve come a passenger train 
Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan 
Jimmy he's dead, he's been a long time gone. 
Been a long time gone, a long time gone.

 

If you want to get to heaven, gotta D-I-E 
You gotta put on your coat and T-I-E 
want to get the rabbit out of the L-O-G 
You gotta make a cold motion like D-O-G 
Like D-O-G, like D-O-G, yeah.

 

Well, I got a good woman, what's the matter with me? 
What makes me want to love every woman I see? 
I was trifling when I met her now I'm trifling again 
And every woman she sees looks like the place I came in. 
Looks like the place I came in place I came in.

 

I got my name painted on my shirt 
I ain't no ordinary dude 
I don't have to work 
I don't have to work

[PastaJoe]

In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long ways from home
And I missed my loved one so

In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big seven o seven set to go
Well I'm stuck here on the grass
Where the pavement never grows
Now the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast

There she goes my friend
She'll be rolling down at last

 

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines

She'll be flying over my home
In about three hours time

 

This ol' airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
And I'm stuck here on the ground
As cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain

[The Plastic Cup]

It was an early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on

 

Like a king without a castle
Like a queen without a throne
I'm an early morning lover
And I must be moving on

 

Now I believe in what you say
Is the undisputed truth
But I have to have things my own way
To keep me in my youth

 

Like a ship without an anchor
Like a slave without a chain
Just the thought of those sweet ladies
Sends a shiver through my veins

 

And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I'll never look behind me
My troubles will be few

 

Goodbye stranger it's been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true

 

Goodbye Mary, goodbye Jane
Will we ever meet again
Feel no…

[SinceThe70s]

Had a fly girl Flo, called her honey
Next thing she spent up all my money
Had me in debt, you and your girl’s dizzy
Stopped movin’ crack, but you’re still gettin’ pissy
You could call me everyday God sent
Like you was Lois Lane and I was Clark Kent
I spend and I spend and you spent and you spent
Now my house with a mouse is a roach with a tent

“Mary, Mary!” Why ya buggin’?