Charades pop skill, water hyacinth Named by a poet, imitation of life Like a coy in a frozen pond, like a goldfish in a bowl I don't want to hear you
drugs Battle ships crowd the sea Sixteen year olds in the army Our jails are filled to the max Discrimination against the blacks Planet Earth 1988 Planet Earth 1988
Hi, this is "weird al" yankovic. remember, if you have one or two of those traditional blueberry daiquiris this holiday season, please, let
I've watched the stars fall silent from your eyes All the sights that I have seen I can't believe that I believed I wished that you could see There's
TNT pass it around Give it to me 'Cause I believe I'm gonna need help Defending my streets Your guns won't win the wild west My weapon won't fail when
A man is walking alone A woman cries at home They could be anyone Without each other, how Could they live through all of the lies? Intentions don't provide
Rivin' up your engine Listen to her howling row. Metall under tension Beggin you to touch and go Highway to the dangerzone Going rigth into the dangerzone
So quickly time will come And time will go It runs on by It steals your hopes and dreams And one last chance You never know I can see it now I can feel
I'm alone Sitting with my empty glass My 4 walls Follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain And you were waiting there
You were nothing to me in that one waking moment. I realized the good choice would be to leave tonight. Dye your hair. You can't hide who you are.
When the day is long and the night The night is yours alone When you're sure you've had enough Of this life, well hang on Don't let yourself go, 'cause
A public service announcement followed me home The other day, I paid it never mind, go away Shits so thick you can stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed
Listen homeboys, don't mean to bust your bubble But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble So next time a girl gives you the play Just remember
whip you've got to jump into the deep end you've got to swim to the other side blame for the weekend trapped by the rising tide --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Released as a single November 1988
Mott the Hoople and the game of life Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, twenty one, checkers
Life is bigger It's bigger than you and you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no, I've said too much I set it up
Humming, all the way to Reno Dusted the non-believers And challenged the laws of chance Now, sweet, you're so sugar sweet You may as well have had kicked
I've found a way to make you I've found a way A way to make you smile I read bad poetry into your machine I save your messages just to hear your voice