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| 1. |
| 5:19 | 
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Streetlife serenader
Never sang on stages Needs no orchestration Melody comes easy Midnight masquerader Shoppin' center heroes Child of Eisenhower New world celebrator Streetlife serenaders Have such understanding How the words are spoken How to make the motions Streetlife serenaders Have no obligations Hold no grand illusions Need no stimulation Midnight masqueraders Workin' hard for wages Need no vast arrangements To do their harmonizing |
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| 2. |
| 3:42 |
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Los Angelenos
All come from somewhere To live in sunshine Their funky exile Midwestern ladies High-heeled and faded Driving sleek new sports cars With their New York cowboys Hiding up in the mountains Laying low in the canyons Going nowhere on the streets with the Spanish names Making love with the natives In their Hollywood places Making up for all the time gone by Los Angelenos All come from somewhere 'Cause it's all so easy To become acquainted Electric babies Blue-jeaned and jaded Such hot, sweet schoolgirls So educated Tanning out in the beaches With their Mexican reefers No one ever has to feel like a refugee Going into garages For exotic massages Making up for all the time gone by Hiding up in the mountains Laying low in the canyons Going nowhere on the streets with the Spanish names Making love with the natives In their Hollywood places Making up for all the time gone by Los Angelenos All come from somewhere It's so familiar Their foreign faces |
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| 3. |
| 3:46 |
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Flyin' east on a plane
Drinkin' all that free champagne I guess I saw this comin' down the line And I know it should be fun But I think I should've packed my gun Got that old suburban showdown in my mind Sit around with the folks Tell the same old tired jokes Bored to death on Sunday afternoon Mom and Dad, me and you And the outdoor barbecue Think I'm gonna hide out in my room I've been gone for a while Made some changes in my style And they say you can't go home anymore Well the streets all look the same And I'll have to play the game We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs With the TV on and the neighbors there Out in the yard Where my Daddy worked so hard He never lets the crab grass grow too high Oh, the place hasn't changed And that's why I'm gonna feel so strange But I'll have to face the music by and by I've been gone for a while Made some changes in my style And they say you can't go home anymore Well the streets all look the same And I'll have to play the game We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs With the TV on and the neighbors there Drive into town When this big bird touches down I'm only comin' home to say goodbye Then I'm gone with the wind And I won't be seen again Till that great suburban showdown in the sky Till that great suburban showdown in the sky |
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| 4. |
| 3:03 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:35 |
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Roberta, you say you know me
But I see only what you're paid to show me Oh, I wish you had the time Oh, I wish you had the time Oh, Roberta, I understand you I know you need to move in other circles too It's tough for me, it's tough for you Roberta, how I've adored you I'd ask you over but I can't afford you Oh, I wish you'd take the time Oh, I wish you'd take the time Oh, Roberta, the night goes slowly I know you're workin' but you must get lonely too It's tough for me, ah, it's tough for you And I'm in a bad way and wanna make love to you, ooh, ooh Oh, I wish you had the time Oh, I wish you had the time Oh, Roberta, I really need you But I suppose that my small change won't see you through It's tough for me, ah, it's tough for you |
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| 6. |
| 3:41 |
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I am the entertainer, and I know just where I stand,
Another serenader and another long-haired band Today I am your champion, I may have won your hearts But I know the game you''ll forget my name And I won''t be here in another year If I don''t stay on the charts I am the entertainer and I''ve had to pay my price, The things I did not know at first I learned by doing twice But still they come to haunt me, Still they want their say, So I''ve learned to dance with a hand in my pants I let ''em rub my neck and I write ''em a check And they go their merry way I am the entertainer, been all around the world, I''ve played all kinds of palaces and laid all kinds of girls I can''t remember faces, I don''t remember names, But what the hell, you know it''s just as well ''Cause after a while and a thousand miles It all becomes the same I am the entertainer, I bring to you my songs, I''d like to spend a day or two, but I can''t stay that long I got to meet expenses, I got to stay in line, Got to get those fees to the agencies And I''d love to stay but there''s bills to pay So I just don''t have the time I am the entertainer, I''ve come to do my show, You''ve heard my latest record spin on the radio It took me years to write it, they were the best years of my life, It was a beautiful song, but it ran too long If you''re gonna have a hit you gotta make it fit So they cut it down to 3:05 I am the entertainer, the idol of my age, I make all kinds of money when I go on the stage You see me in the papers, I''ve been in the magazines, But if I go cold, I won''t get sold, I get put in the back in a discount rack Like another can of beans I am the entertainer and I know just where I stand, Another serenader and another long-haired band Today I am your champion, I may have won your hearts, But I know the game, you''ll forget my name, I won''t be here in another year If I don''t stay on the charts |
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| 7. |
| 4:35 |
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Well, if money makes a rich man
Then I might never make the grade I'll be a small time operator If I just get the landlord paid But if time is an indication Of the wealth that I never knew Then I'm the last of the big time spenders 'Cause I've been spending time on you, woo oo oo woo It takes time to appreciate Lord knows that you can learn to hate it I believe, 'cause I've been there too When it gets down to desperation You make the best of the situation I can tell, I've seen it through, oh, oh, oh Though it seems like the day is wasted And the nights have been overdue Well, I'm the last of the big time spenders And I've been spendin' time on you, woo oo oo woo It's been so long since we got together In between it seems to take forever But I'm a dreamer, I'll be there soon It takes time to appreciate All of those that you can learn to hate I believe, I've seen it thru, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You can call me the Great Pretender And in a way it might be true But I'm the last of the big time spenders And I've been spendin' time on you, woo oo oo woo |
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| 8. |
| 3:31 |
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This back-breakin', bone-shakin', belly-achin', hard-workin'
Two more hours to go Yes, it's keeping me alive doin' nine to five And I ain't got nothin' to show Pretty soon I'll be leavin' with the wages I'm receivin' But I know it's gonna be all right Come on, babe and take me away We got some money to spend tonight Pick me up at the station Meet me at the train Have a meal and a shower and a change of clothes I can't afford a vacation But I can take the strain Long as I can be with you Find a way to burn it as quickly as I earn it Yes, it's back-breakin', bone-shakin', belly-achin', hard-workin' Two more hours to go Seven long years for the same corporation And I ain't got nothin' to show And tonight when I'm leavin' I'll be just breakin' even But I know it's gonna be all right Oh, I shake off my blues when you put on your shoes We got some money to spend tonight Oh, I don't wanna stand here and sound accusin' Everybody does their share of losin' If I'm gonna lose it I might as well be doin' it right Pick me up at the station Meet me at the train Have a meal and a shower and a change of clothes I can't afford a vacation But I can take the strain Long as I can be with you Find a way to burn it as quickly as I earn it Yes, it's back-breakin', bone-shakin', belly-achin', hard-workin' Two more hours to go Yes, it's keepin' me alive doin' nine to five And I ain't got nothin' to show And tonight when I'm leavin' I'll be just breakin' even But I know it's gonna be all right Come on, babe and take me away We got some money to spend tonight Come on, babe, take me away We got some money to spend tonight |
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| 9. |
| 2:00 |
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A picture postcard, a folded stub
A program of the play File away your photographs Of your holiday And your mementos will turn to dust But that's the price you pay For every year's a souvenir That slowly fades away Every year's a souvenir That slowly fades away |
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| 10. |
| 3:37 |
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