| Excerpt | Name |
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| He was working in a night club / That's where he played the saxophone | |
| [He's] driving through the city tonight / Through the lights in a hot new rent-a-car | |
| His honor is pure and his courage as well / He's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell | |
| Will you ever change? / When will you write your masterpiece? | |
| [He] will get you high tonight / And take you to your special island | |
| I was your lover but I though I was your friend / I loved you but I thought I was your friend | |
| You ought to know by now / You can pay [him] with the overtime | |
| I cruise from Houston to Canal Street / A misfit and a rebel | |
| [They] were still going steady in the summer of '75 / When they decided the marriage would be at the end of July | |
| [He] dances and the audience applauds / Though he's bathed in sweat he hasn't lost his style | |
| Of all the people in the world that I know / You're the best place to go / When I cry, when I cry | |
| He never had a sweetheart and he never had a home / But the cowboy and the rancher knew his name | |
| He's quick with a joke / Or to light up your smoke / But there's someplace that he'd rather be | |
| [He's] taking care of things for a while / And his style is so right for troubadors | |
| They sent a carrier out from Norfolk / To pick [them] up for free | |
| We had the Midas touch / Until we met [them] / And they exhausted our supplies | |
| [He] was born in the spring of '44 / And never saw his father anymore | |
| | Excerpt | Name |
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| There's nothing else I can do / 'Cause I'm doing it all for [her] | |
| When she smiles she gives everything to me / When she's all alone she cries | |
| I'm her machine / She can punch all the keys / She can push any button / I was programmed through | |
| You say you know me / But I see only what you're paid to show me | |
| [She] left a note on the door / She said, ''Sonny, move out to the country'' | |
| Save a place for me / ... / Turn your transistor on and let the music play | |
| Her eyes are saying, ''Talk to me, talk to me'' / But her attitude is ''Don't waste my time'' | |
| [They] all come from somewhere / It's so familiar, their foreign faces | |
| It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday / And [he] gives me a smile | |
| [He] is a friend of mine / we get some money and we buy cheap wine | |
| So if you see [her] / And if you work with the rod and the reel | |
| They're sharing a drink they call loneliness / But it's better than drinking alone | |
| We wore matador boots / Only [they] had them / With the Cuban heel | |
| She didn't need another lover / All she wanted was the sax | |
| When I pressed her for a reason, she refused to even answer / It was then I felt [him] kick me right between the eyes | |
| [He] is a real estate novelist / Who never had time for a wife | |
| She's waiting out in Shantytown / She's gonna pull the curtains down for me… | |
| | Excerpt | Name |
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| Never sang on stages / Needs no orchestration / Melody comes easy | |
| [He] works in a grocery store / Saving his pennies for someday | |
| [She] is practicing politics / As the businessmen slowly get stoned | |
| She's been living in her white bread world / As long as anyone with hot blood can | |
| He says, ''Son, can you play me a melody? / I'm not really sure how it goes'' | |
| You had the Dom Perignon in your hand and the spoon up your nose | |
| I'd like to spend a day or two / But I can't stay that long | |
| He knows he's such a credit to the game / But the Yankees grab the headlines every time | |
| Now you're in trouble, maybe she's an intellectual / ... / Or maybe she's the quiet type who's into heavy metal | |
| [He's] still in the Navy / And probably will be for life | |
| You got a nice white dress and a party on your Confirmation | |
| They sit at the bar and put bread in [his] jar / And say, ''Man, what are you doing here?'' | |
| And if he can't drive with a broken back / At least he can polish the fenders | |
| Remember [them] / They left their childhood on every acre | |
| I thought I was the Duke of Earl / When I made it with [her] in the Chevrolet | |
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'The' Bands
Musician by Picture
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
