When you've had enough of trouble Had it up to here, Your mind can't help but wandering To some place gonna get you clear You've had enough of misery
Think of the summer when I held you here Everything was right All the years we spent in love Just to end one night A lot of things are closin' in on
Rock it and roll You know it's easy to say Get out and go your own way But baby, why don't you just stay all night? You're such a sweet young roller
Whatever it is you need Better take what you can to feed it In a world of hunger and greed Lives a heart thats truly bleedin' Now the question of me
Oh baby, say now you, you talk about the things I do But baby, I yeah I'll try an' explain the reasons why 'Cause I've been thinkin' 'bout the things
My mama don't understand She's impossible to the core Now she says that she's gettin' married He's a friend of a friend of the boy next door He's got
Well, I gotta catch a plane Check on out of L.A. Somewhere I've never traveled I'm on my way, yeah, I'm ready So , sit back in your chair 'Cause I'll
Baby Come Back (John C. Crowley/Peter Becke) Spending all my nights. all my money going out of the town Doing anything just to get you off of my mind
Oh, what's the matter baby? Is the truth too hard to hear? Well, I think you know I'm not the one who lied And now it's all behind us and we both play
I've waited twice as long as any man should To tell you how I feel You gathered in my chosen words And ground them underneath your heel I asked you for
I'm 'bout ready for Camarillo My head is goin' fast I'm like some ship out on the ragin' sea That's losin' its mainmast Can't find my direction My thoughts
But if you can want love, you can hide All the memories inside And it won't take more than you can give Just to find a way to live And as soon as you
It's a fine time to be askin' for charity We've got babies cryin' The well's run dry Hardly make enough to make ends meet or keep on the heat And you
"Schau, da liegt a Leich im Rinnsal, 's Bluat rinnt in' Kanal!" "Heast, des is makaber: Da liegt ja a Kadaver!" "Wer is denn des, kennst du den?" "Bei
Du bist die Blume aus dem Gemeindebau, ich wei? ganz genau, du bist die richt'ge Frau fur mich, du Blume aus dem Gemeindebau. Ohne dich war' dieser Bau
Am Freitog auf'd Nocht montier' i die Schi auf mei Auto, und donn begib' i mi in's Stubeitoi oder noch Zoll am See, weu durt auf die Berg' ob'n ham's
I hob ma nix dabei gedocht, wie's plotzlich mitt'n in da Nocht laut', und i den Horer nimm, und a sonore Mannerstimm sogt: "T'schuidig
Butzi heast, wia manst denn des, wo ich heit so lang woa? Na, i wa ned wo des herkommt auf mein Sakko, des blonde Hoa. Des kann doch