Sultans Of Swing
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 out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places but the horns, they're blowing that sound
Way on down south, way on down south London town
You check out guitar, George he knows all the chords
Mind it's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
Left-handed old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans, with the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys, they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet-playing band
It ain't what they call Rock And Roll and the Sultans the Sultans, they play Creole, Creole
And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings goodnight, now it's time to go home
Then he makes it fast with one more thing We are the Sultans, we are the Sultans of Swing
Walk Of Life
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 the boy can play
Dedication, devotion turning all the night time into the day
He do the song about the sweet loving woman he do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life he do the walk of life
Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story hand me down my walking shoes
Here comes Johnny with the power and the glory backbeat the talking blues
He got the action, he got the motion the boy can play
Dedication, devotion turning all the night time into the day
He do the song about the sweet loving woman he do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life he do the walk of life
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 the boy can play
Dedication, devotion turning all the night time into the day
And after all the violence and double talk there's just a song in all the trouble and the strife
You do the walk you do the walk of life you do the walk of life
Money For Nothing
I want my I want my MTV
Now look at them yo-yos, that's the way you do it you play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't working that's the way you do it money for nothing and your chicks for free
Now that ain't working that's the way you do it lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger maybe get a blister on your thumb
We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators we got to move these colour TVs
See the little faggot with the earring and the make-up buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane that little faggot he's a millionaire
We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchens deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators we got to move these colour TVs
I shoulda learned to play the guitar I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it sticking in the camera man we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee
That ain't working that's the way you do it get your money for nothing and get your chicks for free
We got to install microwave ovens custom kitchens deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators we got to move these colour TVs
The Man's Too Strong
I am just an aging drummer boy and in the wars I used to play
And I've called the tune to too many a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal and I'm fading away Father, please hear my confession
I have legalised robbery called it belief I have a run with the money I have hid like a thief
Re-written history with my armies and my crooks invented memories I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song
The man's too big the man's too strong
Well, I tried to be meek I have tried to be mild but I spat like a woman and I sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls that have made me alone striven for peace which I never have known
And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song
The man's too big the man's too strong
Well, the sun rose on the courtyard and they all did hear him say
'You always was a Judas but I got you anyway
You may have got your silver but I swear upon my life
Your sister gave me diamonds and I give them to your wife'
Father, please help me for I have done wrong
The man's too big the man's too strong
Calling Elvis
Calling Elvis is anybody home
Calling Elvis I'm here all alone
Did he leave the building or can he come to the phone
Calling Elvis I'm here all alone
Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well
Let me leave my number heartbreak hotel
Love me tender don't be cruel
Return to sender treat me like a fool
Why don't you go get him I'm his biggest fan
You gotta tell him he's still the man
Long distance so far from home
Don't you think maybe you could put him on
Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well
Let me leave my number heartbreak hotel
Love me tender don't be cruel
Return to sender treat me like a fool
Private Investigations
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 an excuse for it
And when I find the reason I still can't get used to it
And what have you got at the end of the day?
What have you got to take away?
A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
Blinds on a window and a pain behind the eyes
Scarred for life no compensation private investigations
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