Wake up in the morning there's a snap around the place Wake up in the morning there's a crackle in your face Wake up in the morning there's a pop that
Well if you call this a life, why must I spend it with you? If the show must go on let it go on without you So sick and tired hanging around with jerks
I know you wanna leave me I refuse to let you go If I have to beg, plead for sympathy I don't mind, 'cause it means that much to me Ain't too proud to
with the hash Me an' all my dogs, drinkin' beers, tokin' buds Workin' on our trucks right under the sun An' when the water cold, we sit an' get stoned
I stand accused of talking But I feel that we are falling In the same old groove The radio is playing Spitting out the same old news It's time to
So now that she is gone You won't be sad for long For maybe just an hour Or just a moment of the day Then blue turns to gray and try as you may You just
I stand accused of talking But I feel like we are falling In the same old groove The radio is playing Spitting out the same old news It's time to get
Round round get around I get around Yeah get around woo, woo, woo...... Get around, get around, I get around
The band's on stage and it's one of those nights, oh yeah The drummer thinks that he is dynamite, oh yeah You lovely ladies in your leather and lace A
You don't really understand How it feels to be your man You're just nice to have around, now But I'll let you guess You can get me If you let me, oh
If you need me Why don't you call me? Said if you need me Why don't you call me? Don't wait too long When things go wrong I'll be there, yeah Where I
Fanfare For The Common Man Written by Aaron Copland Lead vocals by James Young another new day takes up on you a fanfare wakes the land the naked lives
If you really want to be my friend Let me live it up like I used to do If you really want to understand me There's some giving up we got to do I know
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby, Can't buy a thrill. Well, I've been up all night, baby, Leanin' on the window sill. Well, if I die On top of the hill
I live on an apartment An the ninety-ninth floor of my block And I sit at home lookin' out the window Imaginin' the world has stopped Then in flies a
The keys to your love I've got the keys to your love No matter where I go baby, no matter what I do I spend my whole life, honey, just thinking of you