summer's here and the time is right For fighting in the street, boy Well, what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock n' roll band? 'Cause in sleepy
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and fate I was 'round
Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged There's a pain where there once was a heart It's sleepin, it's a beatin' Can't ya please tear it out, and preserve
Waitin' for a girl she's got curlers in her hair Waitin' for a girl we have no money anywhere She gets buses everywhere Waitin' for a factory girl Waitin
There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep Tryin' to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He's a walking clothesline And here comes the Bishop's daughter
heart is like a diamond You throw your pearls at swine And as I watch you leaving me You pack my peace of mind Our love was like the water That splashes on a stone
Parachute woman, land on me tonight Parachute woman, land on me tonight Yeah, I'll break big in New Orleans And I'll overspill in Caroline Parachute
Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road Started down the road Took all he had and started down the road Going out in this
Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the earth
I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs I know you're no scare-eyed honey There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it's no hanging
is like a diamond You throw your pearls at swine And as I watch you leaving me You pack my peace of mind Our love was like the water That splashes on a stone
: Parachute woman, land on me tonight Parachute woman, land on me tonight I'll break big in New Orleans And I'll overspill in Caroline Parachute
: Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road Started down the road Took all he had and started down the road Going out in this
: I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs I know you're no scare-eyed honey. There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it's no hanging
: Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere We get buses everywhere Waiting for a factory girl
: There's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep Tryin' to waste his time With his methylated sandwich He's a walking clothesline And here comes the bishop
: Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink to the salt of the
: Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged There's a pain where there once was a heart It's sleepin, it's a beatin' Can't ya please tear it out, and
