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Opening Montage (Tom's Piano Intro/Once Upon a Town/The Wages of Love) |
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I can clearly see nothing as clear
I keep falling apart every year
Let's take a hammer to it
There's no glamour in it
Is there any way out of this dream?
I'm as blue as I can possibly be
Is there someone else out there for me
Summer is dragging its feet
I feel so incomplete
Is there any way out of this dream?
Summer is dragging its feet
I feel so incomplete
Is there any way out of this dream?
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Here comes the bride
And there goes the groom
Looks like a hurricane
Went thru this room
Smells like a poolhall
Where's my other shoe
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
Looks like you spent the nite in a trench
And tell me,
How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench
Blue roses are dead
And the violets are too
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
Well, I've told you before
I won't tell you again
You don't defrost the icebox
With a ball point pen
This railroad apartment
Is held together with glue
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
Because I know
I been swindled
I never bargained for this
Once more you never cared about me
Why don't you get your own place
So you can live like you do
And I'm sick and tired of pickin' up after you
Take all your relatives
And all of your shoes
Believe me I'll really swing
When you're gone
I'll be living on chicken and wine
After we're thru
With someone I pick up after you
With someone I'll pick up after you
With someone I'll pick up after you
With someone I'll pick up after you
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Old boyfriends,
Lost in the pocket of your overcoat,
Like burned out lite bulbs on a ferris wheel.
Old boy friends,
You remember the kinds of cars they drove,
Parking in an orange grove.
He fell in love you see,
With someone that I used to be.
Tho I very seldom think of him,
Nevertheless sometimes a mannequin's
Blue satin dress can make the window
Like a dream
Ah but now those dreams belong to someone else,
Now they talk endlessly
In a drawer where I keep
All my
Old boyfriends
Remember when you were burning for them?
Why do you keep turning them into
Old boyfriends?
They look you up when they're in town
To see if they can still burn you down
You fell in love you see
With someone that I used to be
Old boyfriends
Turn up every time it rains,
Fall out of the pages in a magazine
Old boyfriends.
Girls fill up the bars every spring,
Not places for remembering.
Old boyfriends
All my old boyfriends
Old boyfriends
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Broken bicycles,
Old busted chains,
Rusted handle bars
Out in the rain.
Somebody must
Have an orphanage for
these things that nobody
Wants any more
September's reminding July
It's time to be saying ... good-bye.
Summer is gone,
But our love will remain.
Like old broken bicycles
Left out in the rain.
(tearful music...)
Broken Bicycles,
Don't tell my folks;
There's all those playing cards
Pinned to the spokes,
Laid down like skeletons
out on the lawn.
One wheel won't turn
While the other has gone.
The seasons can turn on a dime,
Somehow I forget every time;
These things you've given me
They always will stay
They're broken... but I'll never throw them away
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I'm just a scarecrow
With out you
Baby please don't disappear
I beg your pardon dear
I gotta a bottle full of trumpet
A hatbox full of drum
I beg your pardon dear
I got upset
I lost my head
I didn't mean
The things I said
You are the landscape
Of my dreams
Darlin' I beg your pardon
I'd give your boardwalk
And park place
And all of my hotels
I beg your pardon dear
Please don't go back to st. louis
Can't you tell that I'm sincere
I beg your pardon dear
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Little boy blue
The dish ran away with the spoon
Home again home again
Saturday morn
Never gets up before noon
She used to render
You legal and tender
When you used to
Send her your promises boy
A dill or a dollar
Unbutton your collar
Out all of your noise
Little boy blue
Cut it rite down to the quick
Don't sit home and cry
On the fourth of july
Around now you're hittin' bricks
So abracadabra
Now she disappeared
Now everything's canada dry
So watch your behavior
And rattle your cane
With a bottle of bourbon
Good-bye
Little boy blow
Lost little bo peep
She fell thru a hole in the nest
Now ain't it peculiar
That she's finally cooled your
Big wheels just like all of the rest
Whenever it rains
They're always gettin' played for a chump
So mark and strike it
She's history now
And you're hangin' out at the pump
Little boy blue...
She used to render...
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Instrumental Montage (The Tango/Circus Girl) |
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You can't unring a bell, junior
It'll cost ya to get out of this one, junior
Cause he's got big plans
That don't include you
take it like a man
cause you, you can't unring a bell, sucker
you'll need an attorney for this journey, junior
how's it feel
how do you like it in the slam
you're a little man in a great big town
perhaps you were a little hasty
heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
you can't take back the things you said, man
Cause you can't unring a bell, Junior
aaghhhh
hurts don't it
take it like a man
get it thru your head
suffer
heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
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I should go out and honk the horn
it's Independence Day
instead I just pour
myself a drink
it's got to be love
I've never felt this way
oh baby
this one's from the heart
The shadows on the wall
look like a railroad track
I wonder if he's ever coming back
The moon is a yellow stain
across the sky
oh baby
this one's from the heart
Maybe I'll go down to the corner
and get a racing form
but I should probably wait here
by the phone
and the brakes need adjustment
on the convertible
oh baby
this one's from the heart
The worm is climbing
the avocado tree
rubbing its back against the wall
I pour myself a double sympathy
oh baby
this one's from the heart
Blondes brunettes and redheads
put the hammer down
To pound a cold chisel
through my heart.
but they were nothing but apostrophes
oh baby
this one's from the heart
I can't tell
is that a siren or a saxophone
but the roads get so slippery when it rains
I love you more than all these words can ever say
oh baby
this one's from the heart
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You've got to take me home
You silly girl
Put your arms around me
You've got to take me home
You silly girl
All the world's not round without you
I'm so sorry
That I broke your heart
Please don't leave my side
Oh take me home
You silly girl
'Cause I'm still in love with you...
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