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You got a fast carWell you can’t sleep in my bed no more
Well you can’t ride in my car
I won’t let you cook for me baby
It’s never gonna get that far
I'm gonna send you back to wherever the hell
It was you came
Then I’m gonna get this tattoo
Changed to another girls name
Oh it ain’t no fun no more
I don’t know what to say
The honeymoon is over baby
It’s never gonna be that way again
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we can make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Starting from zero, got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove
What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?She is my tattooed rock ‘n’ roll dancer
What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing?
Can't you tell that your tie's too wide?
Maybe I should buy some old tab collars?
Welcome back to the age of jive
Where have you been hidin' out lately, honey?
You can't dress trashy 'til you spend a lot of money
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound
Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me
I'm sittin' in the railway stationI dig doin' one night stands
I'm sittin' in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one-night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escapin'
Home where my music's playin'
Home where my love lies waitin'
Silently for me
Now down in Georgia they got a dance that's newWell you ask me 'bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair
And you ask me why I'm in a band
I dig doin' one night stands
And you want to see me do my thing
All you gotta do is plug me into high
I said high
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage rock 'n' roll
High voltage, high voltage
High voltage rock 'n' roll
In this world, if you read the papers, darlingI'm sittin' in the railway station
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one-night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one-man band
Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home where my thought's escapin'
Home where my music's playin'
Home where my love lies waitin'
Silently for me
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hairIf you think it's easy doin' one night stands
Try playin' in a rock roll band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
Hotel, motel
Make you wanna cry
Ladies do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin' old
Gettin' grey
Gettin' ripped off
Underpaid
Gettin' sold
Second hand
That's how it goes
Playin' in a band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
In this world, if you read the papers, darling
You know everybody's fighting on with each other
You got no one you can count on, dear
Not even your own brother
So if someone comes along
He's gonna give you some love and affection
I'd say get it while you can, yeah
Honey, get it while you can yeah
Hey, hey, get it while you can
Don't you turn your back on love, no, no
Baby come as you are with just your heartMother doesn't go out anymore
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside
If you want to know 'bout the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know 'bout the stains on the mattress
You can read it in the Sunday papers
Sunday papers
Now down in Georgia they got a dance that's new
There ain't nothing to it, it's easy to do
They call it shake that thing, aww, shake that thing
I'm getting sick 'n' tired of telling you to shake that thing
Now the old folks like it, the young folks too
The old folks showing the young folks how to do
They call it shake that thing, aww, shake that thing
I'm getting sick 'n' tired of telling you to shake that thing
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell
And I was thinkin' to myself, "This could be heaven or this could be hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say
"Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find it here"
I don't need your crying lies
I don't need stupid alibis
I don't need convertible cars
And don't think that you can push me too far
You got the money, and I got the time
Nothing better to do, so you might just change my mind
You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need
You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need
I don't want to see you again, oh no
I don't want you for a friend
I don't want you hanging around
I don't mind just putting you down
You got the money and I got the time
Nothing better to do, so you might just change my mind
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
You gotta have something if you wanna be with me
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
You gotta have something if you wanna be with me
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, babyAnd nothing else matters
No time, no time for you.I don't need your crying lies
I don't need stupid alibis
I don't need convertible cars
And don't think that you can push me too far
You got the money, and I got the time
Nothing better to do, so you might just change my mind
You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need
You got nothing I want
You got nothing I need
I don't want to see you again, oh no
I don't want you for a friend
I don't want you hanging around
I don't mind just putting you down
You got the money and I got the time
Nothing better to do, so you might just change my mind
Reverie says that space and time,No time, no time for you.
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Runnin' from the risin' heat
To find a place to hide,
The grass is always greener
Growin' on the other side.
No time, no time for you
I got no time, baby,
Got lots of better things to do.
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me