She's got her ear to the walls and she's tappin' the calls If you've got a secret boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a Hotel Detective my little Hotel
32 footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesn't want to dry 32 footsteps running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky 32 feathers in
This song is dedicated to all you modern-day troubadors out there And I think I know who you are I got to get a job Got to get some pay My son's gotta
Daddy'll sing bass Daddy'll sing bass Daddy'll sing bass Daddy'll sing bass I took my boat for a car I took that car for a ride I was trying to get
What's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face There go I but for my face All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face I don't
tag along I know monkey see, but monkey's dead, for you it would be wrong Put a dime in my jukebox, you'll only hear this song And it won't be fun for
how you get around No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful They want what they're not and I wish they
get ya (someone's gonna get ya) Someone's gonna get ya Hide away folk family Better hide away Better hide away Tippy toe to the flatbed, Father Because they
Everything right is wrong again Just like in the long long trailer All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving And nobody would stop to save her
a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope And I wonder why this hasn't happened Why why why And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for
some denim pants And a silver guitar But I politely told the ladies "You'll still have to call me Sir Because I have to keep my self-respect I'll never be
All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin But every little thing's a domino
s a pig we all know what he wants Is just to please somebody else If the pu-pu-puppet head Was only bu-bu-busted in It would be a better thing for everyone
Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day "Hammer down" and "rabbit ears" are the only words they
a long way to the bank Do you sing like Olive Oyl on purpose You guys must be into the Eurythmics For every one with dollar signs in his eyes There must be
throw your body off a building? Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead Calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things I heard they had a space program When they
The day Marvin Gaye and Phil Ochs got married The trees all waved their giant arms And happiness bled from every streetcorner And biplanes bombed with
In the mornin' sun 'round seven o'clock The parking lot fills around Toys-R-Us And my little girl, she will get away Ride her bike down Toddler Hiway