Here comes Johnny singing Oldies, Goldies Be-bop-a-lula, baby, what I say Here comes Johnny singing I gotta woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay He got the action, he got the motion Oh yeah, the boy can play Dedication, devotion Turning all the night time into the day He do the song…
I want my MTV Now look at them yo-yo’s that’s the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain’t workin’, that’s the way you do it Money for nothin’ and chicks for free Now that ain’t workin’, that’s the way you do it Lemme tell ya, them guys ain’t dumb…
It’s a mystery to me, the game commences For the usual fee, plus expenses Confidential information, it’s in a diary This is my investigation, it’s not a public inquiry I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt You get to meet all sorts in this line of work Treachery and treason, there’s always…
You get a shiver in the dark It’s raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear that music ring Well, now you step inside but you don’t see too many faces Coming in…
Getting crazy on the waltzers But it’s the life that i choose Hey, sing about the six blade Sing about the switchback And a torture tattoo And i’ve been riding on a ghost train Where the cars they scream and slam And i don’t know where i’ll be tonight But i’d always tell you where…
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Someday you’ll return to Your valleys and your farms And you’ll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptism of fire I’ve witnessed your suffering As the battles raged…
