She sat all alone on a bus out of Beaumont
The courage of just eighteen years
A penny and quarter taped to a letter
And mamma’s goodbye in her ears


She watched as her high-school faded behind her
And the house with the white picket fence
Then she read the note that her mamma had wrote
Wrapped up with twenty-six cents


CHORUS:
When you get lonely, call me, anytime at all
I’ll be there with you, always, anywhere at all
There’s nothing I got that I wouldn’t give
And money is never enough
Here’s a penny for your thoughts, a quarter for the call
And all o’ your mamma’s love


A penny and quarter buys a whole lotta nothing
Taped to an old wrinkled note
But when she didn’t have much, she had all mamma’s love
Inside that old envelope


REPEAT CHORUS


Oh it’s been years since mamma’s been gone
But when she hold the coins she feels her love
Just as strong…


REPEAT CHORUS


Here’s a penny for your thoughts, a quarter for the call
And all o’ your mamma’s love

Cut and clipped to make you sleek
Whipped and brushed from stall to track
Laden down with heavy pack
Or carrying rider on your back
And finally your neck is broken
Pushed too hard at Beeches Brook
I’ll bet, I’ll bet
Thirteen to one
Thirteen to one
And the damage done

That golden era
That golden era
David Bedford, Georgie Best
Olga Korbutt, Eddie Mercx
Tony Jacklin, Jochen Rindt
Ille Nastase, Rachael Flint
Gary Player, Clive Lloyd
Bobby Fischer, Virginia Wade
Eusabio, Alan Knott
Valeri Borzov, Lillian Bord
Lasse Viren, Barry Sheene
Alan Pascoe, Billy Jean King
Franz Klammer, Johann Cruyff
Rivelino, Brian Clough?
That golden era
That golden era
That golden era

28 days till I see you
I know it seems to long but listen
I gotta do what I gotta do
and the wheels on the bus go round
and it makes me wonder, what kinda spell we’re under
what would Jack and Diane do?
hey sharona I don’t understand
why we gotta argue all the time
you got your life and I got mine
I think its time I press rewind
stop when the red lights flashes
oopsey daisy, my whole world crashes
whats a wanna be rock star to do?
all I wanna do is be with you
every single time I turn away
you say “that’s it! I’m never coming back till you say your sorry”

28 days til I see you
I know it seems to long, but listen
I gotta do what I gotta do
and the wheels on the bus go round.
and it makes me wonder, what kinda spell we’re under
what would Jack and Fiane do?

Gimme the microphone and I’m a get buck wild
Gimme the microphone I kick my kungfu style

Hey Sharona c’mon hold my hand
talk to me and help me understand
tell me how my eye got black and blue
can I spend another night with you
sippin on purple passion
laugh at me cuz I ain’t in fashion
sometimes u do what U gotta do
all I wanna do is be with you
every single time I turn away
you say “that’s it! I’m never coming back till you say your sorry”

28 days til I see you
I know it seems to long, but listen
I gotta do what I gotta do
and the wheels on the bus go round.
and it makes me wonder, what kinda spell we’re under
what would jack and Diane do?

Engine engine number 9
On the metro transit line
If our love goes off the track
pick it up pick it up pick it up
yeah

Please tell her to leave my things out front
By the porch
and of course there’s no need for remorse
would u please keep the fish
I’ll come back after this
but I can’t. that’s a lie
I just won’t say good bye
I’m sorry

28 days til I see you
I know it seems to long but listen
I gotta do what I gotta do
and the wheels on the bus go round
and it makes me wonder, what kinda spell we’re under
what would jack and Diane do?

It’s all about getting the ball in the back of the net, Brian
I’m as sick as a parrot, Brian
I’m over the moon, Brian
Well, I think the lads were well worth a point, Brian
At the end of the day, Brian
It was a game of two halves, Brian

Come on baby to my sex party
Willkomen to my sex party
New Year’s Eve time for a sex party
German porn’s my only sex party

Come a little closer
I got you something to see
Come a little closer
Come on closer to me
Come to my sex party

Wiener Schnitzel und a sex party
Health tonic it oughta fuck you up
Sauerkraut und a sex party
It’ll be just like in Germany
Farfergnhugen und a sex party
Adolph Hitler oughta fuck you up
In my pants it’s a sex party
In my pants and everyone comes

Come a little closer
I got you something to see
Come a little closer
We’ll watch it there on TV
Come a little closer
Hear the music play
Come a little closer
It’s all cabaret

Come little closer
It’s all German porn
Come little closer
Before the pages get torn

Volkswagen und a sex party
Adolph Hitler oughta fuck you up

Shut his eyes at 23, god only knows
Doctors say it’s a mystery, god only knows

It’s not your place to be questioning, god only knows

Why I am so shaken

Cross that bridge when the time comes? it’s in my face

Cross that bridge when the time comes? it’s in my face and if that’s the case

Bury me into the ground

Don’t make a scene, no, don’t make a sound

These roads are separated, we’ve thrown out yesterday

But don’t let tomorrow throw this all away

Will his feet again embrace the street, god only knows

Will this infection turn and retreat, god only knows

It’s not your place to be questioning, god only knows

Why I am so broken

Seedlings brainwashed, deprived

Notions that they’ve all contrived

Feel this, yeah, I’m still alive

But I’m barely holding off

The little leagues, the spare-time sports
Works teams and pub teams
Sandwiches for the darts competition
Oranges at half time
Spare time tennis, scrambling on fields
Hustle and bustle for the love of the game
Jack high for the local bowls match
Winners and losers, all much the same
But there’s a bloke been hanging around
Technical improvements, capital gains
Investment plans, advertising space
He’s come to put an end to the fun and games
Come to put an end to the fun and games
Come to put an end to the fun and games

so it’s not loaded stadiums or ballparks
and we’re not kids on swingsets on the blacktop
and i thought at fifteen that i’d have it down by sixteen
and twenty-four keeps breathing in my face
like a mad whore
and twenty-four keeps pounding at my door
like a friend you don’t want to see
oldness comes with a smile
to every love given child
oldness comes to rile
the youth who dream suicide

Strikin’ through the deuce wit the 40 in ma mouth
The nigga wit the rep of athiest-a-mistik doubt
rippin’ the label off the 4-0…based on the fact
I got respect fo ma dead folks…prop fo ma nigga loccs
187 in the hood I can’t say shit
one time thinking it was premeditate it
I can eat a view from the deuce 4 blocc
40 in ma mind thinkin I’m gonna get shot
In deuce 24 deep the nigga wit the siccness
A nigga wit a hella enimies always cool and they be siccs
Niggas from the hood ended up proven they was a snitch
Fucc it…created it x-rated now I’m tryin to get rich
Ain’t that a bitch, that snitch…none-a-nay
Motherfuckers mad cause they can’t make tapes
and I gotta get paid so I can buy ma 4-0
to live the athiest life I was brain-washed to know
Niggas run up everyday wantin to get sum
I told them who runs the motherfucker flow and then sum
win sum… lose sum like a nightmare
I got enough shit on ma mind I just can’t care
I’m on the run…runnin from whos ever gun is aimin
I’m all up in the middle of shit aint even claimin
Tryin to survive in the hood is tough enough cause them niggas already thinkin
I’m claimin crete-ma..trippin on gettin snuffed by the view