Rockin' Years
Want to know all of you
Tell me the secret of your soul
Tell me more.
I want to taste your tears
And all that is in between
I'll give you all that I am
And all that I have been
I want to see you frightened
And I want to feel you strong
Watch your eyes
open for the morning
And close to cry when I am gone
What are we doing here
Naked on the floor
Cause I want more
So much more
So many hands were lost
In the valleys of my spine
So many arms have sworn to love
But given time have said no more
The Worst Band In The World
It's one thing to know it but another to admit
We're the worst band in the world
But we don't give a....
If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the drums
Then we'd be nothing more than a bunch of darma bums
So tune up, tune up
Well we've never done a days work in our life
And our records sell in zillions
It irrigates my heart with greed
To know that you adore me
Up yours, up mine
But up everybody's that takes time -
But we're working on it
Working on it (Ooh)
We never seen the van - leave it to the roadies -
Never met the roadies - leave them in the van
All because of circumstances way beyond control
We became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, ooh
Here I am a record on a jukebox
A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh
Play me
Buy me and you play me then my plastic turns to gold
Here we are together on your hi fi
A little piece of plastic with a hole, oh
Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me.....