Elton John Tribute EP

I Want Love

I want love, but it's impossible a man like me, so irresponsible
A man like me is dead in places other men feel liberated
I can't love, shot full of holes don't feel nothing, I just feel cold
Don't feel nothing, just old scars toughening up around my heart
But I want love, just a different kind I want love, won't break me down
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in I want a love, that don't mean a thing
That's the love I want, I want love

I want love on my own terms after everything I've ever learned
Me, I carry too much baggage I've seen so much traffic
But I want love, just a different kind I want love, won't break me down
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in I want a love, that don't mean a thing
That's the love I want, I want love

So bring it on, I've been bruised don't give me love that's clean and smooth
I'm ready for the rougher stuff no sweet romance, I've had enough
A man like me is dead in places other men feel liberated
But I want love, just a different kind I want love, won't break me down
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in I want a love, that don't mean a thing
That's the love I want, I want love
I want love, just a different kind I want love, won't break me down
Won't brick me up, won't fence me in I want a love, that don't mean a thing
That's the love I want, I want love

This Train Don't Stop There Anymore

You may not believe it but I don't believe in miracles anymore

And when I think about it I don't believe I ever did for sure

All the things I've said in songs all the purple prose you bought from me

Reality's just black and white the sentimental things I'd write never meant that much to me

I used to be the main express all steam and whistles heading west

Picking up my pain from door to door

Riding on the storyline furnace burning overtime

But this train don't stop this train don't stop,

This train don't stop there anymore

But this train don't stop this train don't stop,

This train don't stop there anymore

You don't need to hear it but I'm dried up and sick to death of love

If you need to know it I never really understood that stuff

All the stars and bleeding hearts all the tears that welled up in my eyes

Never meant a thing to me read them as they say and weep I've never felt enough to cry

When I said that I don't care it really means my engine's breaking down

The chisel chips my heart again the granite cracks beneath my skin I crumble into pieces on the ground

When I said that I don't care it really means my engine's breaking down

The chisel chips my heart again the granite cracks beneath my skin I crumble into pieces on the ground

Tiny Dancer

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street handing tickets out for God

Turning back she just laughs the boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand in the auditorium

Looking on she sings the songs the words she knows the tune she hums

But how it feels so real lying here with no one near

Only you and you can hear me when I say softly slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer count the headlights on the highway

Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

The Bitch Is Back

I was justified when I was five

Raising Cain, I spit in your eye

Times are changing, now the poor get fat

But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back

Eat meat on Friday that's alright

Even like steak on a Saturday night

I can bitch the best at your social do's

I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue

I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch  the bitch is back

Stone cold sober as a matter of fact

I can bitch, I can bitch because I'm better than you

It's the way that I move the things that I do

I entertain by picking brains

Sell my soul by dropping names

I don't like those, my God, what's that

It's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back

Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting

It's getting late have you seen my mates Ma tell me when the boys get here

It's seven o'clock and I want to rock want to get a belly full of beer

My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys and my old lady she don't care

My sister looks cute in her braces and boots a handful of grease in her hair

Don't give us none of your aggravation we had it with your discipline

Saturday night's alright for fighting get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train gonna set this dance alight

Because Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright

Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right

I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out, "She's with me!"

A couple of the sounds that I really like are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike

I'm a juvenile product of the working class whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass

Don't give us none of your aggravation we had it with your discipline

Saturday night's alright for fighting get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train gonna set this dance alight

Because Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright

Saturday night's alright

Saturday night's alright

Saturday night's alright

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

When are you gonna come down when are you going to land

I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you

I'm not a present for your friends to open this boy's too young to be singing the blues

So goodbye yellow brick road where the dogs of society howl

You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods hunting the horny back toad

I've finally decided my future lies beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you'll do then I bet that'll shoot down your plane

It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics to set you on your feet again

Maybe you'll get a replacement there's plenty like me to be found

Mongrels who ain't got a penny sniffing for titbits like you on the ground