Memorial Day

Memorial Day


Hey sister, whatcha doing
Hey sister, barbecuing
Hey sister, it's Memorial Day

Hey brother, whatcha doing
Hey brother, barbecuing
Hey brother, it's Memorial Day

Everybody, whatcha doing
Everybody, barbecuing
Everybody, it's Memorial Day



This Is My Life Without You


I, I have really tried, I've tried to convince you
That since you've walked out I have almost died
And you, you're still avoiding me
I can't really blame you, I know I've been acting irrationally

But those stupid birds no longer sing
And winter never turns to spring
I know you don't believe me but it's true
This is my life without you

I, I see you out with him
He's so handsome and healthy
So young and so wealthy
He's born to win

And me, I've been around the block
As you pass on the street
I just stare at my feet
In a state of shock

Then I lose my head and turn my back
The sun is red, the sky is black
And everything I touch is turning blue
This is my life without you

And there may be no paradise up in the sky
There may be no tears for me after I die
It won't be as bad as you're making me feel right now
Oh no

The radio is broken down
The television's only sound
I'm lying hear with nothing else to do
This is my life without you

It's horrible
This is my life without you



Entertainment!


Chorus
Entertainment, entertainment
Well, that's why we're here tonight
Entertaiment, entertainment
I'm gonna make you feel alright

We're going to have a million laughs -- HA HA!
We'll have tons of fun
And then I'll saw a girl in half
There'll be drinks for everyone

Chorus

I'll grab a tiger by the claws
Stick my head into it's mouth
And then I'll bask in your applause
So put your hands together now

Chorus

There's people sleeping in the streets
There's sadness, hate and pain
Some folks don't have enough to eat
But who cares as long as we're entertained

Chorus



Trigger Happy


Bang bang bang, children die
Bang bang bang, their mothers cry
In the playgroud, children die
In the parking lot, children die
In the crossfire, children die
Oh, we're so trigger happy
Bang bang

Bang bang bang, people die
Bang bang bang, don't know why
In the convenience store, people die
In the fast food restaurant, people die
In the bedroom, people die
In heated moments, people die
In the crossfire, people die
Oh, we're so trigger happy
Bang bang

Bang bang bang, children die
Bang bang bang, their mothers cry
In the playground, children die
Oh, we're so trigger happy
Bang bang



I'm Artistic


I don't need money, I don't need friends
I don't need a woman, well, maybe now and then
And I don't have to act like regular people do
I don't wear shoes, 'cause....

Chorus
I'm artistic
I'm an artist
And I'm much better than you

When I was a baby, my mama said to me
"Oh little baby, you're a genius" and I beleived
And she said, "I'll protect you from the nasty old world outside
Give you a place to hide

Cause you're artistic
You're an artist
You're artistic, through and through"

Chorus

And the feelings that I feel are felt with much more feeling
And the thoughts that I think are thought with much deeper thinking
And when I say "Fuck you" I don't necessarily mean it
No, I really mean it

I'm filled with torment and I'm wracked with pain
At all the downtown discos they think I'm half insane
And you probably won't appreciate the wonderful things I've said
Until I'm dead, 'cause....

Chorus

I'm so much hipper than you
I wear more earrings than you
My clothes are blacker than yours
My expression is much more reticent than yours

My attitude is much more sullen than yours
There are more shaved portions on my head than yours
I was mentioned more times in Andy Worhol's diaries than you
I know more hip places to go before you do

I'm so much better than you



Mr. And Mrs. Money


They had a great big house on top a hill
He was on the move and she was on the pill
They had twin Mercedes in their garage
And a big career in arbitrage
Meet Mr. & Mrs Money

They're filthy rich but they're sqeaky clean
They talk to each other through an answering machine
They've got more possessions then they can use
Hi-tech junk in every room
That's Mr. & Mrs. Money

Green is their favorite color
White is their favorite line
They don't have a favorite dollar
'Cept for yours and mine

He robs from the rich and gives to himself
He bought up a luxery hotel
Spent private nights in suite 306
Tied his secretary up just to get his kicks
That's Mr. & Mrs. Money

She slept with the man who trims the shrubs
She slept with the massuese at the fitness clus
If there's three things that she enjoys
It's a bottle of wine and two teenage boys
Mr. & Mrs. Money, Mr. & Mrs. Money

Green is their favorite color
More is their favorite word
Don't have a favorite dollar
Oh, but have you heard?

That yesterday there was a change in plans
Mr. Money got caught in an investment scam
He jumped out the window of the stock exchange
Left his wife with nothing but pocket change
Mr. & Mrs. Money

Here they come



Oh Penelope


Oh Penelope
She would not lie, not lie to me
Oh Penelope
She would not walk, walk out on me
She would no rest until I sleep
She would not dream until I dream
She's all I need
Penelope

Oh Penelope
I know not where, where she may be
Oh Penelope
The only thing I ever see
The only arms that call to me
She comes and goes so suddenly
Where can she be
Penelope

Oh Penelope
She would not walk, walk out on me
Oh Penelope
I know not where, where she may be
Oh Penelope



Finger On The Pulse


I got my finger on the pulse of America
I got my hand up Europe's dress
But my mind is somewhere in China
At the place where east meets west
I got my finger on the pulse of America
And I know what's going on
I know what's going on

I got my finger on the pulse of the universe
I got my head up in outer space
And my sex is somehwere in Texas
But my heart is in a safer place
I got the finger on the pulse of the universe
In the backseat of my car
I know just who you are

Chorus
I can hear your heart beat
I can read your mind
I can feel your lips move close to mine

I got my finger on the pulse of America
I got my hand up Europe's dress
I'm the heart of this whole planet
Fairly beating in it's breast
I got the finger on the pulse of America
I know what's going on

Chorus



Mobile Home


Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
We'll suck up a case of PBR

Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
We'll party all night long

We've got Elvis on the stereo

Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
We'll slid underneath my four wheel drive

Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
We'll party all night long

We've got Jesus on the radio

Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
We've got black velvet paintings of dogs playing cards

Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
We'll party all night long

We've got porno on the video

Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
We'll make love by the light of my lavender lava lamp

Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
Come on down to my mobile home
We'll party all night long

We'll party all night long

We've got Elvis on the stereo
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We Can't Get Along


I can live with your make-up and you cotton balls
Your perfume and your underwear
Your cigarettes and your Final Net
No, I don't mind sticky hair

I can live with compulsive uncleanliness
The funny smells and the cobwebs, too
But I have to admit, I don't care anymore
I just can't get along with you

I can't stand waking up with your hair in my nose
And your toenails sticking in my legs
Your lukewarm coffee and your cold black toast
And your runny green scrambled eggs

Chorus
We fight but it's never resolved
Our problems never get solved
We go on and on
Like scum on a pond
Like radioactive waste in dump
We go on but we can't get along

You can live with my friends spilling beer on the floor
And the Penthouse magazines
The bats and balls that clutter the halls
And the frequent drunken scenes

You can live with the fact that I'm a selfish child
And the infidelity
But you have to admit you no longer give a shit
You just can't get along with me

You can't stand all the times that I say I will call
Of course, I forget you and then
Later on in the bedroom I stagger and fall
And leave you frustrated again

Chorus



Rich Young Pretty and Tan

guitar tab
Well, all little girls want a dreamboat boy
Rich young pretty & tan
And all the little boys want a sweet little thing
Rich young pretty & tan

Don't you know it's a proven fact
We all want sex in a Caddilac
Once in front and twice in back
We want it to be like on TV

Rich young pretty & tan

Well, all of my friends can't wait to be
Rich young pretty & tan
Personally, I would hate to be
Rich young pretty & tan

You spend a fortune on your clothes
You dress up right so that no one knows
About that itch that comes and goes
Woe is he that wants to be

Rich young pretty & tan

East and west and north and south
Rich young pretty & tan
With pouting lips and open mouth
Rich young pretty and tan

Life's rewards can be so sweet
Unless you get too indiscreet
With what you pick up off the street
Why can't it be like on TV

Rich young pretty & tan



Paris When It Burns


Last summer I was bored
I had a restless soul
I needed a change of scenery

And so I went to France
Thought I might find romance
On every boulevard and street

Next thing I knew I was way off of the ground
The nightmare started when my plane touched down

Chorus
I want to be there
I want to be there to see
I want to be there to see Paris when it burns

I wore a French beret
I lived on wine and cheese
Slept in an attic full of rats

I ate their crazy food
I acted twice as rude
I used perfume made out of cats

I tried and tried but I just could not fit in
I was the ugliest American

Chorus

Down to the ground
The Eifel Tower is falling down
While an accordian plays
The Marseilles

I met this mademoiselle
Told me to go to Hell
Didn't understand a word she said

I tried to storm her beach
But she was out of reach
Dumped her Chablis upon my head

And as I stumbled down the Champ Elysees
I swore that I'd be home by Labor Day

Chorus



Nobody In My Neighborhood

guitar tab
Nobody in my neighborhood
Sees me sleeping in the bushes in my yellow hat
And my big black boots made of Indian rubber
And my heart in a shopping bag

And nobody in my neighborhood
Hears my private conversations with the little people
Who live in a house inside my head
Me and the Seven Dwarfs

Nobody in my neighborhood
Wants to know that I'm alive
They see me standing on the corner
And walk on by

And nobody in my neighborhood
Knows I'm watching what they're doing
And writing it down on tablets of stone
They don't believe I'm Jesus Christ, King of kings

No, nobody in my neighborhood
Wants to know that I'm alive
They see me standing on the corner and walk on by
They hear me howling at the moon and they know that I am

Nobody in my neighborhood
I don't exist in a traditional way
My voice is the wind, my body's a tree
My clothes are yesterday's news

And nobody in my neighborhood
Sees me sleeping in the bushes in my yellow hat
And my big black boots made of Indian rubber
And my heart in a shopping bag

Nobody in my neighborhood
Wants to know that I'm alive
They see me standing on a corner and walk on by
They hear my howling at the moon and they walk on by
They see my laying in the street and they walk on by

But I remember a time
Seems so long ago
When we sat in the moonlight
And somebody sang
They sang a song so sweet
It was just for me
They sang:

Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?


Will You Love Me Tomorrow? Copyright Goffin & King



What's Gonna Happen?


Chorus
What's gonna happen?
What's gonna happen?
Believe me I'll get by somehow
Just tell me what's gonna happen now

I can't eat, I can't sleep
I'm so sad but I can't weep
I can't feel no pain
No, I can't feel anything

I can't get no love
I can't give no love to you
I'm so scared, so scared
And I wish I knew, I wish I knew

Chorus

I can't think, think straight
Something's coming but I can't wait
I can't hear, I can't see
The suspense is killing me

No hearth, no home
No place left for me to go
Well, I've been around
And I still don't know, I may never know

Chorus



Memorial Day (reprise)






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