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There's a man
Hanging by his pants-seat
While the moon
Is hanging over 4th street
People stop and look at him
They think they understand
They know that you're loaded
And you're crazy

Oh, way, I`m in love with Betty Jean
Oh yeah...

Oh, way, every time I see her standing there
She`s the toughest girl for seven blocks
Yellow sweater, flourescent socks....Yeah...

Oh, way, I`m in love with Betty Jean,

Birds of a feather
Flock together
Yes they do, yes!
Birds of a feather
Flock together
Yes they do, yes!

My voluptuary bird of paradise

Catch you later, baby,
I've got to split
I've got a habit I just can't quit
Catch you later, baby,
I gotta split
I've got a habit I just can't quit

Oh, oh, (oh, oh)

You can Telex my accountant
Call up Tele-Credit, too
I know they sent a monthly statement
But I never read it through
You say you won't accept my Visa
Or American Express
And the computer is suspicious
'Cause I've got no fixed address

Wow!
Ah yeah!
Calling out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat
Summer's here and the time is right
For dancing in the streets
They're dancing in Chicago
Down in New Orleans

The quickest way to break your heart
Make you depressed and ill
Is to get tangled up inside
The side effects could kill

All passion is a waste of time
A deadly game pour vous
I am your friend, your cher ami

Em'ralds in my bracelets and diamonds in my rings
A Riviera chateau and a lot of other things
And I'm blue, so blue am I
Lots of ready money in seven diff'rent banks
I counted up this morning, it's about a million francs
And I'm blue, so blue, and I know why

I've got Harlem on my mind

I put a spell on you, because you're mine
You'd better stop the things that you do
I ain't lyin'
I just can't stand it babe
The way you always run around
I just can't stand it,
The way you alwys try to put me down
I put a spell on you, because you're mine

On the day I went away... goodbye...
Was all I had to say... now I...
I want to come again and stay... Oh my my...
Smile, and that will mean that I may

Cause I've seen blue skies, through the tears
In my eyes
And I realise.. I'm going home.

Baby woke up nervous
She was sweating from the steam heat
Kicked off the covers
Fever burning bright
Paranoia night
Five alarm alert repeats
This city never beats you
But it buries you so deep

Well this morning on the radio I heard the DJ say
That the temperature is rising
And it's going to be a real hot day

I took the taxi to the studio at 48th and Broadway
But the engineer was late, made me wait
I said, "Hey man, hey!"
C-c-c-catch me now

I lost a lot of things to the wind
I lost a lot of things to my own sin
I lost my heart when I found you
Well you're not just another ticket
Well you're not just another bum rap
You're live baby, you ain't no alley cat

And I am out of pawn

I went down to the Paradise Garage
And took my place in line
The cashier said
"Are you alright?," I said "I'm feeling fine"
I'm a stranger to Nirvana
I don't box outside my weight
But when I stepped out of the taxi
I did not anticipate this feeling

Look at me
In waters so deep
Much too far from shore
To see the light of reason anymore
And I'm sinking slowly to the bottom
No emotions to save me
I ain't got 'em anymore

I try every way I know to tell you
I run down all my clever ways
Every smart forever phrase
How am I going get a, heck of another love letter
But you deserve better babe
The hardest thing for me
Is true simplicity
But it's the only thing that's good enough for you

Ich war jung, Gott, erst sechzehn Jahre –
Du kamest von Burma herauf
Du sagtest, ich solle mit dir gehen
Du kämest für alles auf!
Du sagtest in deiner Stellung
Du sagtest, so wahr ich hier steh'
Du hättest zu tun mit der Eisenbahn
Und nicht zu tun mit der See!

How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because when you knocked
He thought you were the candyman.
Don't get strung out by the way that I look,
Don't judge a book by its cover
I'm not much of a man by the light of day,
But by night I'm one hell of a lover

I've come across the desert
To greet you with a smile
My camel looks so tired
It's hardly worth my while
To tell you of my travels
Across the golden East
I see your preparations

Mmm, sludge
Mmm, filth
Aah, fumes
Oooh, cack

Oil and grime, poison sludge
Diesel clouds and noxious muck
Slime beneath me, slime up above

Nicodemus the slave was of African birth and was bought for a bag full of gold
He was reckoned to be of the salt of the earth, but he died years ago very old
Twas his last sad request, so we laid him to rest in the trunk of an old hollow tree
Wake me up was his charge at the first break of day, wake me up for the great jubilee

He was known as a prophet, at least was as wise, for he told of the battles to come
And we trembled with dread when he rolled up his eyes, and we heeded the shake of his thumb.
Though he clothed us with fear, yet the garments he wore were in patches at elbow and knee

Nikki's at the campsite in the caravan
On the Riviera.
Every night the bugs bite.
Catch her if they can.
But she don't hear of it.
She say, "I'm working on my tan. Oh man. Working on my tan. Oh man.
Working on my tan."
Harvey sing Calypso in the hotel band