Well he lived on the best side of opportunity street Adobe villa built along the golden mile Money's in the garage, there ain't nothin' to eat Just gonna
I said-a beau-tiful people They've got a Robert Palmer t'shirt in their travel bag Beau-tiful people They've got a price upon their hea-ea-ead I said-
Too many poeple need a pseudonym Cut their hair and pout like anything So worried that the real them might get in And paranoid about their skin They usually
Your smile was so disarming You'd better mind your own affair Picking up the pieces of a life that shone in tatters You're gonna come back if you dare
I left my heart back in the orient Down on bali bays It's not the way that i should feel But it's the way i'm going to stay Lonely, lonely Chasing you
Convict state It just don't rate He want to get higher Apple Isle, the inbred smile He's going to get by'a His mother's hand He could not stand He left
He was doing fine just right Allright I know Built a thriving little business Fixing all the taps, making all the water flow But he's going out at night
Everyday i see you wearing things that have never been worn before While the children at the government schools send money for the poor And all you buy
If I could walk across the water Catch a star in my hand Sail the Spanish Armada on dry land Feed the starving millions in an African land Be as bold
Shirt tails falpping in the wind waiting for my train to come in Ticket reads like a faithful friend Run the gamut back again Rounds completed there's
Once you realise the mess you know you're in it Once you realise you know your time has come Don't come back don't even try it You'll be wasting all of
Wanna tell you 'bout my Frenda He got hit by a Fender But he'll soon be on the menda He's of the male genda Glad to see that he's on his way He's not
I said, hey, do you remember Where we used to sit? All them summer rubber-necks kept coming To panel-van street We just yacht club dancing, city girls
You know who calls them The tattooed love boys No losing sleep over the love boys Living hardy and looking seedy I'm no match, I'm pale and seedy Lean
Could never walk away from that girl She's the only one in the world She's the ruler of the table-top She's no persnickety, She's real persimmon She's
Ain't nothing like the windy city Where the station-wagon died Where the wild dogs meet the fences And the horsemen, fences ride Where the flatlands become
Daughters of the park are giggling On the council wall too right It's a holiday-rabid kiosk food Watch a hot dog bite Rolling in the sand cause it felt
I stood at the door of a country motel A young entering married hell A Toyota truck is a young marrieds dream With "Just married" written in shaving cream
