Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Good Old Boys

A light shines on the goatherd
And the snow lingers yet on the ground
In the forest deep where the grey wolf sleeps
Comes a wonderful, wonderful sound
Albania, Albania
We pledge our faith in thee
Albania, Albania...

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason
To live

They got little hands
Little eyes
They walk around
Tellin' great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet

Well, I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
`Round here

Short People are just the same
As you and I
(A Fool Such As I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It's A Wonderful World)

Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
Short People got nobody
To love

They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick 'em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
Don't want no Short People
'Round here

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

Sittin' with the fat man
Tryin' to get a loan
Talkin' about the horses
And the women that we've known

Spittin' on the sidewalk
Squintin' into the sun
Greetin' all the people
Smilin' at everyone

I said "Hey, listen, Fat Man
I just can't get a break
Must I pay my whole life long
For just one mistake?

"My brother's in the armed forces
My sister is in jail,
Won't you give me fifty dollars
So I can pay her bail?"

He said "You Can't Fool The Fat Man
No, you can't fool me
You're just a two-bit grifter
And that's all you'll ever be"

"You Can't Fool The Fat Man
No, you can't fool me
You're just a two-bit grifter
And that's all you'll ever be"

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

What you wanna come back here for?
Thought you're with your uptown friends
Don't need none of your junkie business
You gonna screw us up again

Get your blackjack off my table
Get your coat out of my rack
We don't need you 'round here, jerk-off
Chuck, I want you off my back

'Cause we've almost made it
We've almost made it
We've almost made it to the top

Got a gun from Uncle Freddy
Got a station all picked out
Got a plan and now we're ready
Gonna take that station out

So you go on about your business
You just leave use folks alone
We don't need no two-bit junkie
Screwin' up our happy home

'Cause we've almost made it
We've almost made it
We've almost made it to the top

We've almost made it
We've almost made it
We've almost made it to the top

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

Here I am lost in the wind
'Round in circles sailing
Like a ship that never comes in
Standing by myself

Sing a sad song for a good man
Sing a sad song for me
Sing a sad song for the sailor
A thousand miles from the sea

Here I am alone on the plain
Sun's going down
It's starting to rain
Papa, we'll go sailing

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

They're comin' down the street
They're comin' right down the middle
Look how they keep the beat
Why they're as blue as the ocean
How the sun shines down
How their feet hardly touch the ground
Jolly Coppers On Parade

Here come the black-and-whites
Here come the motorcycles
Listen to those engines roar
Now they're doin' tricks for the children
Oh, they look so nice
Looks like angels have come down from Paradise
Jolly Coppers On Parade

Oh, mama
That's the life for me
When I'm grown
That's what I want to be

They're comin' down the street
They're comin' right down the middle
Look how they keep the beat
Coming through the heart of the city
Oh, it's all so nice
Looks like angels have come down from Paradise
Jolly Coppers On Parade

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

In Germany Before The War
There was a man who owned a store
In nineteen hundred thirty-four
In Dusseldorf
And every night at fine-o-nine
He'd cross the park down to the Rhine
And he'd sit there by the shore

I'm looking at the river
But I'm thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
I'm looking at the river
But I'm thinking of the sea

A little girl has lost her way
With hair of gold and eyes of gray
Reflected in his glasses
As he watches her
A little girl has lost her way
With hair of gold and eyes of gray

I'm looking at the river
But I'm thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea
Thinking of the sea

We lie beneath the autumn sky
My little golden girl and I
And she lies very still

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

The world of science is my game
And Albert Einstein is my name
I was born in Germany
And I'm happy to be
Here in the land of the brave and the free
Yes, I'm happy to be
Here in the land of the brave and the free

In the year of nineteen five
Merely trying to survive
Took my knapsack in my hand
Caught a train for Switzerland

America, America
God shed his grace on Thee
You have whipped the Filipino
Now you rule the Western Sea

Americans dream of gypsies, I have found
Gypsy knives and gypsy thighs
That pound and pound and pound and pound
And African appendages that almost reach the ground
And little boys playing baseball in the rain

America, America
Step out into the light
You're the best dream man has ever dreamed
And may all your Christmases be white

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere

Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't nowhere to run to
There ain't nothin' here for free

Hooker on the corner
Waitin' for a train
Drunk lyin' on the sidewalk
Sleepin' in the rain

And they hide their faces
And they hide their eyes
'Cause the city's dyin'
And they don't know why

Oh, Baltimore
Man, it's hard just to live
Oh, Baltimore
Man, it's hard just to live, just to live

Get my sister Sandy
And my little brother Ray
Buy a big old wagon
Gonna haul us all away

Livin' in the country
Where the mountain's high
Never comin' back here
'Til the day I die

Oh, Baltimore
Man, it's hard just to live
Oh, Baltimore
Man, it's hard just to live, just to live

Oh, Baltimore
Man, it's hard just to live
Oh, Baltimore
Man, it's hard just to live, just to live

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

I'll be home
I'll be home
When your nights are troubled
And you're all alone
When you're feeling down
And need some sympathy
There's no one else around
To keep you company
Remember baby, you can always count on me

I'll be home
I'll be home
I'll be home

I'll be home
I'll be home
Wherever you may wander
Wherever you may roam
You come back and I'll be waiting here for you
No one else will ever love you the way I do
I'll be here to comfort you
And see you through

I'll be home
I'll be home
I'll be home

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

Got a gun in my holster
Got a horse between my knees
And I'm goin' to Arizona
Pardon me, boys, if you please

I have been a desperado
Raped and pillaged 'cross the plain
Now, I'm goin' to Arizona
Just a Rider In The Rain

He's a Rider In The Rain
He's a Rider In The Rain
And I'm goin' to Arizona
He's a Rider In The Rain

Oh, my mother's in St. Louis
And my bride's in Tennessee
So, I'm goin' to Arizona
With a banjo on my knee

He's a Rider In The Rain
He's a Rider In The Rain
And I'm goin' to Arizona
He's a Rider In The Rain

Used to work in Uncle's feed store
While he was fightin' in the war
Now I'm goin' to Arizona
Ain't gonna work for him no more

I'm the son of the prairie
And the wind that sweeps the plain
So, I'm goin' to Arizona
Just a Rider In The Rain

I'm a Rider In The Rain
I'm a Rider In The Rain
And he's goin' to Arizona
Just a Rider In The Rain

He's a Rider In The Rain
He's a Rider In The Rain
And I'm goin' to Arizona
Just a Rider In The Rain

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

There is a courtyard here in Chicago
Down by the river where no one goes
We could be married there in the courtyard
By this old Spanish priest that no one knows
And he'll say
"Nel blu, dipinto
Dipinto di blu
Felice de stare
Di stare lassu"
That means you love him
And he loves you
"Piu bel ci sono
Ci sei tu"

Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen
The best one in the world
Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen
I've always been crazy about Irish girls
I've always been crazy about Irish girls

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey,
Come what may
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm gonna take you away, away

Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen
I've searched through all the world
I dream of you, Kathleen
I've always been crazy about Irish girls
I've always been crazy about Irish girls

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Little Criminals

He's waitin' for some rain to fall
He's waitin' for some mail to come
He's waitin' for the dawn again
Old Man On The Farm

Milk the cow - slop the pigs
Sweeping out the chicken-house
Drinking whiskey in the barn

Goodnight ladies
Sorry if I stayed too long
So long it's been good to know you
I love the way I sing that song
So long it's been good to know you
I love the way I sing that song

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

I don't love the mountains
And I don't love the sea
And I don't love Jesus
He never done a thing for me
I ain't pretty like my sister
Or smart like my dad
Or good like my mama

It's Money That I Love
It's Money That I Love

They say that money
Can't buy love in this world
But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine
And a sixteen-year old girl
And a great big long limousine
On a hot September night
Now that may not be love
But it is all right

One, two
It's Money That I Love
Wanna kiss you
Three, four
It's Money That I Love

Used to worry about the poor
But I don't worry anymore
Used to worry about the black man
Now I don't worry about the black man
Used to worry about the starving children of India
You know what I say now about the starving children of India?
I say, "Oh mama"

It's Money That I Love
It's Money That I Love
It's Money That I Love

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

They were six fine English boys
Who knew each other in Birmingham
They bought a drum and guitar
Started a rock-roll band

And Johnny played little violin
And Bobby Joe played the big violin
The one that stands on the floor
They were all in the rock-roll band

Their first song sounded like this
Please get me a witness
Please get me a witness

Right off, they needed a name
Someone said, "How 'bout the Renegades ?"
Johnny said, "Well I don't know.
I prefer E.L.O."

I love their "Mr. Blue Skies"
Almost my favorite is "Turn to Stone"
And how 'bout "Telephone Line"?
I love that E.L.O.

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

Have we got a tough guy here?
Have we got a tough guy from the street?
And he looks just like that dancing wop
In those movies that we've seen
With his cute little chicken shit boots on
And his cute little chicken shit hat
And his cute little chicken shit girlfriends
Ridin' along in back

What's been happening with you boys?
Are you having a nice time on your trip?
All the way from Jersey City
And you look pretty as a picture
Please don't hurt no one tonight
Please don't break no woman's heart
How 'bout it, you little prick?
How 'bout it?

Hope we're gonna get the chance
To show you 'round
Hope we're gonna get the chance
To show you 'round
Talk tough to me, Pretty Boy
Tell us all about the mean streets of home
Talk tough to me

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

Golly, Mister, where you going?
You'll be late for work
Careful or you'll drop your briefcase
Jesus, what a jerk
There he goes down to the subway
Off to catch the train
Too bad for him
He forgot his umbrella

Poor Mr. Sheep
You're wet Mr. Sheep
Walk on, Mr. Sheep
Walk on

Tell me, how's your little family?
How's your little wife?
Are you going to live with those monsters
For the rest of your life?
Maybe you got a little girlfriend
Stashed somewhere in town
Maybe you ain't got a little girlfriend
Ha ha ha ha ha

Poor Mr. Sheep
He's a lonely guy too
Walk on Mr. Sheep
Walk on

Dance, Mister!

Hey, he's doin' OK
Oh, oh
Oh, he'll be all right
Let him get up by himself

Now I don't want to be too rough
And I don't want to be too mean
You're right - This world is awful tough
I know exactly what you mean
But I want you to know
Exactly how I feel
And to tell you the truth
Right now I feel like going
I feel like going
I feel like going

Baa

Baa Mr. Sheep
Careful, you're walking all over your own self now
Walk on, Mr. Sheep
Walk on, Mr. Sheep
Walk on, Mr. Sheep
Walk on

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

Stay with me for a little while
You've nowhere to go
I've nowhere to go
It makes me so happy
When you smile
At me

Work all your life
And you end up with nothing
Live in one room like a bum
Once I flew in a plane
And I fought in a war
We lived in a castle
And slept on the floor
And I don't want to be
All alone anymore
I'm sorry

Out in the street
There's little colored kids playing
Where my own little boy used to play
So I sit in this chair
And I ache with the gout
And I talk to myself
'Cause I'm scared to go out
And I just want to know
What was it all about
I'm sorry

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

Here's an old, old story
'Bout a man and a woman
Gone off to California
'Cause they just got married

All their friends in Boston
Are so very happy
They're dancing in the doorways
'Cause their friends got married

He gets a job
Working in a car wash up in Santa Cruz
She gets a job
Teaching at a nursery school

Oh, she's so nice
What's gonna happen to 'em?

Soon they have a little white-haired baby
Looks just like his daddy
And they're all real happy

A couple of years go by
She's going to see the doctor
It's just a regular checkup (oh no)
Plus she thinks she might be pregnant

Anyway, she dies
And he moves down to Los Angeles
Meets a foolish young girl with lots of money
Now they're getting married

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

Little mama
From Japan
Sent by her Masters
To a foreign land
"Go out with the sailors
Hang 'round the dock
Get out of the way
When the bombs start to drop"
You know she's a...
Spy
Be careful what you say, boys
Spy
She looks just like a schoolgirl

Big fat Russian
Looks like a buffalo
Check into a dude ranch
In New Mexico
Nearby in the desert
Great scientific minds
Struggle with questions
Of Space and Time
Watch out for him

Spy
You can tell he ain't no cowboy
Spy
Vhoaaa!

If you love this country
And I hope you do
Then listen closely
To what I say to you
They're in the shipyard
They're in the factory
And they might look just like you
Or they might look just like me
But they're...

Spies
Everywhere you go see 'em
Spies
They even got 'em in Chicago

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

Was a little girl
Maybe five-foot-two
Had the cutest little feet
Made my heart go tweet-tweet
Quite a pleasant disposition

Then came a pretty young French girl, mmm
Whom I met in Las Vegas
When I was there with my parents
Oh my
Had a real nice conversation

Met a girl at the bakery
She wanted to borrow my car from me
I said, "Take it, baby"
She took it down
To Mexico
Ran over a man named Juan

Then I went to college
Met a college girl
She lived in the sorority house
Across from the school
Got a real fine education
Had seven women on my mind

Now I'm married
Have a very lovely wife
Three cute little boys
It's so nice
And that's just half the story
Of the girls in my life

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

This big old queen was standing
On the corner of the street
He waved his hanky at me
As I went rolling by
I pulled the truck up on the sidewalk
And I climbed down from the cab
With my tire-chain and my knife

As I approached him
He was trembling like a bird
I raised the chain above my head
He said, "Please, before you kill me
Might I have one final word?"
And this is what he said:
"I am but Half A Man, Half A Man
I'd like to be a dancer
But I'm much too large
Half A Man, Half A Man
I'm an object for your pity
Not your rage"

Oh, the strangest feeling's sweeping over me
Both my speech and manner have become much more refined
I said, "Oh, what is this feeling?
What is wrong with me?"
She said, "Girl, it happens all the time

"Now you are Half A Man, Half A Man
Look, you're walking and you're talking
Like a fag."
Half A Man, I am Half A Man
Holy Jesus, what a drag

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

William Brown, a tobacco man
Left North Carolina when he sold his land
He took a train to Omaha
Stayed there with some friends he had

And he didn't mind the dust
And he didn't mind the wind
And he didn't mind the cold
And he didn't miss home

And he liked the people
And he liked the town
So he built himself a house beside the river
And he sent for his children
And he sent for his cars
And he bought a little business that would
Run itself

And he didn't mind the dust
And he didn't mind the wind
And he didn't mind the cold
And he didn't miss home

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Born Again

Gonna take off my pants
Gonna take off my pants
Gonna take off my pants
Gonna take off my pants

And your mama can't stop me
And your papa can't stop me
And the police can't stop me
No one can stop me

Gonna do it right now
Gonna do it right now
I'm gonna take off my pants
Gonna take off my pants

And your teachers can't stop me
And your priests can't stop me
And your firemen can't stop me
And the President can't stop me

Will you take off my pants?
Will you take off my pants?

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

Hate New York City
It's cold and it's damp
And all the people dressed like monkeys
Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos
That town's a little too rugged
For you and me, you bad girl

Rollin' down the Imperial Highway
With a big nasty redhead at my side
Santa Ana winds blowin' hot from the north
And we was born to ride

Roll down the window, put down the top
Crank up the Beach Boys, baby
Don't let the music stop
We're gonna ride it till we just can't ride it no more

From the South Bay to the Valley
From the West Side to the East Side
Everybody's very happy
'Cause the sun is shining all the time
Looks like another perfect day

I love L.A. (We love it)
I love L.A. (We love it)

Look at that mountain
Look at those trees
Look at that bum over there, man
He's down on his knees
Look at these women
There ain't nothin' like em nowhere

Century Boulevard (We love it)
Victory Boulevard (We love it)
Santa Monica Boulevard (We love it)
Sixth Street (We love it, we love it)
We love L.A.

I love L.A. (We love it)
I love L.A. (We love it)
I love L.A. (We love it)

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

Every night
In Jungletown
All the boogies in the street
Radios turned up very loud
Playin' Dancing Queen
They love our music

This English girl from the North somewhere
Is stayin' with me at my place
Drinkin' up all my beer
Talkin' about the poor niggers all the time
It's a real disgrace, she says
I tell her, Darling, don't talk about things
You don't understand
I tell her, Darling, don't talk about something
You don't know anything about
I tell her, Darling, if you don't like it here
Go back to your own miserable country

It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same
Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin'
And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around

You know my little brother, babe
Well, he works out at the diamond mine
I drove him out there at five this mornin'
The niggers were waitin' in a big long line
You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man
With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side
They were starin' at us real hard with
Their big ugly yellow eyes
You could feel it
You could feel it

It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same
The stores are open all the time
And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd
And the Christmas lights still shine
Myself, I don't like to drink the way
I used to, man, you know
It don't seem to get me high
And the beer don't taste the way it
Ought to taste somehow
And I don't know why

Don't talk to me about the planes
Man, I've heard it
Just take a look around
What are we gonna do, blow up
The whole damn country?
I don't know

It's Christmas in Cape Town
It's Christmas in Cape Town
It's Christmas in Cape Town

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
Hustlin' down the city streets
And selling his ass for a dollar bag
He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines
And a sailor
Oh

He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He's got the blues, this boy
He's got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it

When I was nine years old
My daddy ran away
With a woman he met on a train, oh
His little boy
Ran to the room
Where his piano
Lay in wait for him
He played and he played
He played and he played

He's got the blues, this boy
Has got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
He's got the blues, this boy
Has got the blues

A year ago, I met a girl
I thought we'd hit a massive groove
But she dumped me
And all we'd hit were the blues

He's got the blues, this boy
Has got the blues
You can hear it in his music
He's got the blues, this boy
He's really got the blues

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

You're still the same girl you always were
You're still the same girl you always were

A few more nights on the street, that's all
A few more holes in your arm
A few more years with me, that's all

You're still the same girl

With the same sweet smile that you always had
And the same blue eyes like the sun
And the same clear voice that I always

You're still the same girl

That I love

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

Have you seen my Marie?
She's gone off somewhere
Unexpectedly
If she wanders in here, babe
Tell her I'm lookin' for her
I ain't mad or nothing
I just wanna talk

You know, Mikey
We've been friends for a long time
You tell me all your troubles
And I've always told you mine
North Beach has changed though
Since we were growin' up
Didn't used to be any spades here, now you got 'em
Didn't used to be any Mexicans here, now you got 'em
Didn't used to be any Chinamen here
Didn't used to be this ugly music playing all the time
Where are we, on the moon?
Whatever happened to the old songs, Mikey?
Like the Duke of Earl
Mikey, whatever happened to the fucking Duke of Earl?

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

A couple of weeks ago
My wife and I
Took a little trip down to
Mexico
Met this young girl there
We brought her back with us
Now she lives with us
In Our Home
She cleans the hallway
She cleans the stair
She cleans the livingroom
She wipes the baby's ass
She drives the kids to school
She does the laundry too
She wrote this song for me
Listen
Yeah

The other afternoon
My wife and I
Took a little ride into
Beverly Hills
Went to the private school
Our oldest child attends
Many famous people send their children there
This teacher says to us
"We have a problem here
This child just will not do
A thing I tell him to
And he's such a big old thing
He hurts the other children
All the games they play, he plays so rough
Hold it teacher
Wait a minute
Maybe my hears are clogged or somethin'
Maybe I'm not understanding
The English language
Dear, you don't seem to realize

My Life Is Good
My Life Is Good
My Life Is Good, you old bag
My Life, My Life

Just this evening
Some young associates of ours
Are flying in to see us from
New York City
They're gonna stay with us
Oh, a couple of weeks or so
I'm gonna take 'em to
Restaurants and everything
Gonna get'em some
Real good cocaine
They don't get much
Where they come from
And this one's guy wife
Is such a pretty little brown thing
That I'm liable to give her a poke or two
Whaddaya think of that?

Teacher, let me tell you a little story
Just this morning
My wife and I
Went to this hotel in the hills
That's right
The Bel-Air Hotel
Where a very good friend of ours
Happens to be staying
And the name of this young man
Is Mr. Bruce Springsteen
That's right, yeah
Oh, we talked about some kind of
Woodblock or something
And this new guitar we like
And you know what he said to me
I'll tell you what he said to me
He said, "Rand, I'm tired
How would you like to be the Boss for awhile?"
Well, yeah
Blow, Big Man, blow

My Life Is Good
My Life Is Good
My Life Is Good
My Life, My Life Is Good

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

There's a girl over there
With the rhythm everywhere
She's a very fine girl
And she's been awfully nice to me

When we walk as we sometimes do
All the way out to Collins Avenue
Well it's very, very fine
Very, very special
Very

Gee, I love Miami
It's so nice and hot
And every building's so pretty and white
And I always get into so much trouble
When I'm down here
I know these two old stiffs
Live on the Waterway
That's where I like to stay
When I'm down
In

Miami
Blue Day
Best dope in the world
And it's free
Miami
Blue day
Put on your shortie shorts
And your Hawaiian shirt
And come down!

There's a man over there
With the conk in his hair
He's a very bad man
Don't look now
He's really very bad
And his name is Medina
And he comes from Argentina
See that little dog there with him
Well, he treats it just like it was his little boy

Oh, I love Miami
It's so hot
And the women down here
Are so impure
I love to hang around
The big hotels
And sleep in the sun all day

I know this double jointed guy
With the circus in St. Pete
He's with me now
He says hello
From Fourteenth Street
In

Miami
Blue day
Best dope in the world
And it's free
Miami
Blue day
Put on your shortie shorts
And your Hawaiian shirt
And come down!

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

She's a real emotional girl
She wears her heart on her sleeve
Every little thing you tell her
She'll believe
She really will
She even cries in her sleep
I've heard her
Many times before
I never had a girl who loved me
Half as much as this girl loves me
She's real emotional
For eighteen years she lived at home
She was Daddy's little girl
And Daddy helped her move out on her own
She met a boy
He broke her heart
And now she lives alone
And she's very, very careful
Yes she is

She's a real emotional girl
Lives down deep inside her herself
She turns on easy
It's like a hurricane
You would not believe it
You gotta hold on tight to her
She's a real emotional girl

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

Everyone tells me
I was dealt a losing hand
The way that I look
And the way that I act
It's not hard to understand
Sure I got troubles
Maybe you got'em too
I'd like to explain what has happened to me
So it doesn't happen to you

I was born in Los Angeles
Many, many, many years ago
We lived out in North Hollywood then
In a steamy little bungalow
My mother, my father
My baby brother and me
Playin' cowboys all day
Out there in the valley
What a perfect family

Hey, hey
Get 'em up, get 'em up
Come a ti yi
Hey

Went off to high school
When I was thirteen
I was kind of advanced
If you know what I mean
Ran into some trouble
Drinkin' heavy with my friends in the hills
My daddy had to come down to the station to get me
He said, "Where is my angry young man?"

Take me back
Baby, please take me back
I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport
In this greasy little shack
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
Just give me a chance and we'll start all over again

Now that young girl
Was just a summertime thing
She went back to school
When the school bell rang
Now I do my laundry by myself
Every night I eat alone
Baby please, please, please
Won't you let me come back home

Goin' off to college
Passed every test
They said, "Let's send this boy to Palo Alto
He could be one of the best"
Four years at Stanford
Worked very hard
A lot of good it did me, little tramp,
Your're ruining my life

Take me back
Baby, please take me back
I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport
In this greasy little shack
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
Just give me a chance
And we'll start all over again
Just give me a chance
And we'll start all over

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

There's a party at my house tonight
Everybody's wound up nice and tight
They'll be rockin' and rollin' till the mornin' light
There's a party at my house tonight

Tell everyone you see
To come along with me
We're gonna have some fun
We're gonna rock the night away
Still be rockin' when the mornin' come

Stand back baby
Don't get excited
Didn't I tell you, mama
Everyone's invited
There's a party at my house
There's a party at my house
There's a party at my house tonight

Don't forget to bring that little red-haired girl along
You know the one
Love to watch her jumpin' up and down
Seem like her face gets all red and spotty
Like she's been out too long in the sun

And that little blue vein right beneath her breast
Man, those nipples
Pink as a rosebud
Hey Bobby, get the rope
All right
There's a party at my house tonight

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

I'm different and I don't care who knows it
Somethin' about me
It's not the same, yeah
I'm different and that's how it goes
Ain't gonna play your goddamn game

Got a different way a walkin'
I got a different kind of smile
I got a different way a talkin'
Drives the women kind of wild
(Kind of wild)

(He's different)
And I don't care who knows it
(Somethin' about him)
It's not the same
(He's different)
And that's how it goes
(And he's not gonna play your gosh darn game)

I ain't sayin' I'm better than you are
But maybe I am
I only know that when I look in the mirror
I like the man
(We like the man)

I'm different and I don't care who knows it
Somethin' about me
Not the same
I'm different and that's how it goes
Ain't gonna play your goddamn game

When I walk down the street in the mornin'
Blue birds are singin' in the tall oak tree
They sing a little song for the people
And they sing a little song for me

(He's different and he don't care who knows it
Somethin' about him
Not the same
He's different and that's how it goes
Ain't gonna play your gosh darn game)

I'm different and I don't care who knows it
Somethin' about me
Not the same
I'm different and that's how it goes
Ain't gonna play no boss man's game

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Trouble In Paradise

Deep in the field
A lone soldier stands
With mud on his boot
And blood on his hands
They left him behind
To bury the dead
And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership

Pardon me, boys
If I sleep off my pack
And sit for a while with you
I'd like to explain
Why you fine young men had to be blown apart
To defend this mud hole

Now our country, boys
Though it's quite far away
Found itself jeopardized
Endangered, boys
By these very gooks
Who lie here beside you
Forever near
Forever

We'd like to express
Our deep admiration
For your courage under fire
And your willingness to die
For your country, boys
We won't forget
We won't forget

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

I was born right here, November '43
My dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the Germans in Sicily.
My poor little momma
Didn't know a soul in L.A.
So we went down to the Union Station and made our getaway.

Got on the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams.
On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams.

Her own mother came to meet us at the station,
Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine
She cried when her little girl got off the train.
Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi
In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew.
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat
Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do
Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too.
Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you?
An American Christian, God damn!

On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams
On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams
Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams.

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

Don't remember much about my baby days,
But I been told
We used to live on Willow near the Garden District
Next to the Sugar Bowl
Momma used to wheel me past an ice cream wagon
One side for White and one side for Colored
I remember trash cans floatin' down Canal Street
It rained every day one summer
Momma used to take me to Audubon Park
Show me the ways of the world
She said, "here comes a white boy, there goes a black one,
That one's an octoroon
This little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's
A red balloon
And the paper down here's called the Picayune
And here's a New Orleans tune"

In 1948 my Daddy came to the city
Told the people that they'd won the war
Maybe they'd heard it, maybe not
Probably they'd heard it and just forgot
'Cause they built him a platform there in Jackson Square
And the people came to hear him from everywhere
They started to party and they partied some more
'Cause New Orleans had won the war
(We knew we'd do it, we done whipped the Yankees)

Daddy said, "I'm gonna get this boy out of this place
Bound to sap his strength
People have fun here, and I think that they should
But nobody from here every come to no good
They're gonna pickle him in brandy and tell him he's saved
Then throw fireworks all 'round his grave"

So he took us down to the airport, and flew us back to L.A.
That was the end of my baby days
Blue blue morning, blue blue day
All your bad dreams drift away
It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day
Lose those bad dreams
Those gray clouds above you, what you want them around
With you for?
You got someone to love you
Who could ask for more?
It's a blue blue morning, of a blue blue day
All your bad dreams drift away

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

One September morning when I was five
My daddy said, "Son, rise from your bed."
I thought, I must be dreaming, it's still dark outside
He said, "Son if you fall behind you'll never get ahead
Here's your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on
Here's your little brown cowboy pants, put 'em on
Here's your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself?
Get into the car, we're gone!"

We drove, it seemed like forever,
Further than I'd ever been away from home
Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me
He said, "Son it's time to make us proud of you,
It's time to do what's right
Gonna have to learn to work hard"
I said, "Work? What are you talking about?
You're not gonna leave me here, are you?"
He said "Yes I am!"
And drove off into the morning light

For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk
A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand
Then I heard sweet children's voices calling
And I began to understand
They said, "Four eyes! Look like you're still sleeping!"
"Four eyes! Look like you're dead!"
"Four eyes! Where have you been keeping yourself?"
"Look like you been whupped upside the head."

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

Your eyelids are gettin' heavy
Hard to lift
Your mind begins to wander
Things start to drift
Your arms are getting heavy
Hard to lift
You sink down a little deeper
You're feeling wonderful

Maybe you're falling in love
Maybe you're falling in love
Maybe you're falling, falling, falling, falling in love

You stare across the harbor
At the lights along the bay
Your arms have got so heavy, now
They're just getting in your way
Look
Now you're walkin' in the holy land
Yeah, that's you there, walkin' with the king
You ask "What have I done to deserve this?"
Why, you haven't done a thing

Maybe you're falling in love
Maybe you're falling in love
Maybe you're falling, falling, falling, falling in love

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

All dressed up, nowhere to go
Looks so easy but it isn't you know
Hard to find what you're dreamin' of
But there's something special about our love

Different people, different worlds
You just call me, and I'll be there for you
We belong together you know it's true
'Cause there's something special about me and you
Something special about our love

It's all right,
Baby, it's ok
We're gonna make it no matter what they say
Sure as the stars shine in the sky above
There is something special about our love

People change as time goes by
Others come between
But I'll love you 'til the day I die
'Cause there's something special 'bout you and me
Something special about our love

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

High on a cliff in Mexico
Staring down at the rocks and the sea below
I can hear the church bells ring
I can hear the choir

I remember the night she left
I drove to the station in the pouring rain
Sat all night behind my big iron desk
The oil on the water made a rainbow

At the end of this bone-white gravel road
They both lie sleeping on a feather bed
And her hair is black as the sky at night
But her eyes are gray like the moon
You can run but you can't hide
You can run but you can't hide
You said you love me but I know you lied
You said you love me but I know you lied

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

They say that people are livin' in the street
No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet
Six black children livin' in a burned-up room
One bare light bulb swinging
Little black kid come home from school
Put his key in the door
Mr. Rat's on the stairway, Mr. Junkie's lyin' in his
Own vomit on the floor
You gotta roll with the punches, little black boy
That's what you got to do
You got to roll with the punches
Tap it baby

There's all these boring people, you see 'em on the TV
And they're making up all these boring stories
About how bad things have come to be
They say "You got to, got to, got to feed the hungry"
"You got to, got to, got to heal the sick"
I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody
'Cause they won't work a lick, you know
They just gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will
Gonna have to roll with them
They gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will
It don't matter whether you're white, black or brown
You won't get nowhere putting down
The old Red, White and Blue
Tap it baby. Alright.
Look at those little shorts he's got on, ladies and
Gentlemen
You can see all the way to Argentina
Get it
So pretty

Let 'em go to Belgium, let 'em go to France
Let 'em go to Russia
Well at least they ought to have the chance to go there
We have talked about the red, we have talked about the blue
Now we gonna talk about the white
That's what we're gonna have to do
Now we had to roll with the punches, yes we did
We had to roll with 'em
We had to roll with the punches
Yes we did
We had to roll with 'em
I don't care what you say
You're livin' in the greatest country in the world
When you're livin' in the USA
Tap it out baby, all right

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

People tell me that I brag a lot 'cause I call myself the Masterman
Always talkin' 'bout how I got dynamite in every hand
Hit it
Me and my brother we live alone, got no television, got no telephone
But when we walk down the street people get out of the way
They say "Here come the Masterman and Baby J"
"Here come the Masterman and Baby J"
Hit it--hit it

When we get on the mike we'll be number one
Even top D.M.C. and Run
Everybody's gonna have some fun
'Cause we're takin' 'em all the way down
We're takin' 'em all the way down
Gonna rap about this, gonna rap about that
Gonna tell everybody where it's at
All over the world people gonna say
You got to dig the Masterman and Baby J
You got to dig the Masterman and Baby J
Hit it

People tell me "Man you live in a dump"
"You won't never be nothin' but a pumped-up chump"
You got no money--you got no sense
You won't never be nothing, you won't never be nothing
I say well-well-well-well

When I look out my window, you know what I see
I don't see no whores in the stinkin' street
I don't see no drunks and junkies dying
I don't see no bums or garbage flyin'
I see me and J in the L.A. Coliseum
100,000 people on their feet
And they're laughin' and bumpin' and screamin' and cryin'
And jumpin' up on their seat

And then the band begins to play and then they hush up
And then the band begins to play and then they hush up
And it gets real quiet in the Coliseum with the stage all dark and bare
Maybe a little rain begins to fall - yeah
But the people stayin' right there
Then you can hear that announcer say
Please welcome! (the crowd roars)
Please welcome! (the crowd roars)
L.A.'s own, the number one
The biggest, the best, the number one band in the USA
The Masterman and Baby J!
The Masterman and Baby J!

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

Left Los Angeles a short while ago
Flew 'cross the country back to Buffalo
Walked around through the sleet and the snow
With a red bandana on my head
Saw my momma on 12th and Grand
Standing in the alley with the junkyard man
They were both so loaded they could hardly stand
Talkin' 'bout going to Mexico
I said "Momma I was born
Out there I was born again
Been clear to California and back
Was out there so long many times I thought I was dead"
She said, "Sonny what's that you got wrapped around your head?"

It's a Red Bandana
It's a Red Bandana
It's a Red Bandana
It's from Hollywood USA

Looked for the woman I used to love
Seen her in a bar off the Harlem road
Talking in a booth with Charley Hobbs
And this ugly little dude whom I didn't know

She said "Honey you're back I'm so glad
When you was gone I was so sad
You come in here lookin' so bad
With that red bandana on your head
With that red bandana on your head"

Yes! It's a Red Bandana
It's a Red Bandana
It's a Red Bandana
And it's red just like your blood is

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

You can stand alone
Or with somebody else
Or stand with all of us, together
If you can believe
In something bigger than yourself
You can follow the flag forever

They say it's just a dream
That dreamers dreamed
That it's an empty thing that really has no meaning
They say it's all a lie
But it's not a lie
I'm going to follow the flag 'til I die

Into every life a little rain must fall
But it's not gonna rain forever
You can rise above--you can rise above it all
We will follow the flag together
We will follow the flag forever

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

Of all of the people that I used to know
Most never adjusted to the great big world
I see them lurking in book stores
Working for the Public Radio
Carrying their babies around in a sack on their back
Moving careful and slow

It's money that matters
Hear what I say
It's money that matters
In the USA

All of these people are much brighter than I
In any fair system they would flourish and thrive
But they barely survive
They eke out a living and they barely survive

When I was a young boy, maybe thirteen
I took a hard look around me and asked what does it mean?
So I talked to my father, and he didn't know
And I talked to my friend and he didn't know
And I talked to my brother and he didn't know
And I talked to everybody that I knew

It's money that matters
Now you know that it's true
It's money that matters
Whatever you do

Then I talked to a man lived up on the county line
I was washing his car with a friend of mine
He was a little fat guy in a red jumpsuit
I said "You look kind of funny"
He said "I know that I do"

"But I got a great big house on the hill here
And a great big blonde wife inside it
And a great big pool in my backyard and another great big pool beside it
Sonny it's money that matters, hear what I say
It's money that matters in the USA
It's money that matters
Now you know that it's true
It's money that matters whatever you do"

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Land Of Dreams

I ran out on my children
And I ran out on my wife
Gonna run out on you too, baby
I've done it all my life
Everybody cried the night I left
Well, almost everybody did
My little boy just hung his head
And I put my arm, put my arm around his little shoulder
And this is what I said:
"Sonny I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do"

If I had one wish
One dream I knew would come true
I'd want to speak to all the people of the world
I'd get up there, I'd get up there on that platform
First I'd sing a song or two you know I would
Then I'll tell you what I'd do
I'd talk to the people and I'd say
"It's a rough rough world, it's a tough tough world
Well, you know
And things don't always, things don't always go the way we plan
But there's one thing, one thing we all have in common
And it's something everyone can understand
All over the world sing along

I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
I just want you to hurt like I do
Honest I do, honest I do, honest I do"

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Faust

[Lord:] Will you pass on over?
[Angels:] Yes, Lord
[L:] Will you all pass over?
[A:] Yes, Lord
[L:] Will you pass on over, and join the Lord?

[L:] Have you been redeemed?
[A:] Yes we have
[L:] Have you been redeemed?
[A:] Yes we have
[L:] Then you can pass on over, you can join the Lord

I see some hard times coming
Fire and wind and rain
Billions of people, all scared of each other
Hearts full of envy and anger and pain

There on the edge of darkness
People come together again
Standing on the platform
Waiting for the glory train
Get on the glory train
Get on the glory train
They'll be standing on the platform
Waiting for the glory train

Lift up your head and stand tall
Let faith be your only guide
With all that love inside you
Salvation cannot be denied
Just when the storm is breaking
Just when no hope remains
Rollin' into the station
Here comes the glory train

Get on the glory train
Get on the glory train
It's rollin' into the station
Bound for glory, bound for glory
Get on the glory train

[Devil:] If I might intrude
Just for a moment
If only to inject a note of reality
On this festive occasion

In all my life
I don't believe I've ever heard such bullshit
Even from you
A master of bullshit
You know it
I know it
It's bullshit
Bullshit

All of the faith and prayer in the world
All of your dumb show and circuses
You know it's a lie
It'll always be a lie
The invention of an animal
Who knows he's going to die

Some fools in the desert
With nothing else to do
So scared of the dark
They didn't know if they were coming or going
So they invented me
And they invented you
And other fools will keep it all going
And growing

Everybody
We're a figment of their imagination
A beautiful dream, it is true
A figment of their imagination
Me and you
And you know it
Me and you

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Faust

Everybody, gather 'round me
I got somethin' I wanna tell you
Listen to me
When you're on the bottom like I am today
And those around you are losing faith in what you're tryin' to do
There is only one thing a man can say
You can't keep a good man down

There've been mistakes and I've made a few
But oh, what a price I had to pay
Yet still they try to push me around
But they can't keep a good man down

There may be times when I'm feelin' low
I lose sight of the dream
But that's alright 'cause soon I know
I'll be back on top again, runnin' things
Hey hey

Treat a man like dirt. Give him no respect for who he is
Expect something dirty in return
Oh they're flyin' high up there
But they've got a lot to learn
Because you can't keep a good man down

They shame me, blame me. They're tryin' to frame me
But they can't keep a good man
They can't keep a good man
They can't keep a good man down .
Whoa, whoa, whoa
They can't keep a good man...down

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Faust

[Angels:] He isn't in the garden
Nor on the golden stair
We searched beside the campground
But we couldn't find him there

You know He's very busy
For he listens to every prayer
Almost every prayer
Almost, almost

When He's gone, we miss him
We miss our Lord

[The Lord enters.]

Whoa Lord
Whoa

[Lord:] Sorry ladies, to make you wait
There's a couple of Buddhists at the Pearly Gate
They asked permission to come on board
[A:] What'd you do Lord?
[L:] I had 'em put out with the trash
Sing it!

[A:] Whoa Lord!
How great our Lord
Whoa Lord!
How great!
H ow great our Lord

[L:] Ladies. Ladies!
Why does the earth, glide by below
Like a great big rubber ball?

[Angel:] We don't know Lord

[L:] Why does the bird, fly through the sky
Why does the apple fall?
[Angels:] We don't know.

[L:] Folks up here, they ask me why
Things go so badly down below
I tell them when they ask me why
I really do not know

[Angel:] But you do know, don't you Lord?

[L:] 'Course I do! Sing it!

[Angels:] Whoa Lord!
H ow great our Lord.
[L:] Sing it ladies!
[A:] Oh Lord!
How great!
So great
So great
Whoa Lord!
How great our Lord
Whoa Lord!
How great our Lord

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Faust

[Devil:] Once knew a girl
Her name was Barbara
Cutest little muffin you have ever seen
Livin' in St. Louis
Chase Hotel
[Lord:] I know the place
[D:] And she lived there
With her mommy and her daddy
And her little brother Skipper
Who was just thirteen
[Backup Devilettes:] Just thirteen

[D:] Went to Church every morning
Said their Prayers real loud every night
She was the best little girl
In the whole damn town

[Lord:] Watch it, Devil

[Devil:] Sorry, Lord
But you know I'm right
You know I'm right

One morning in the lobby
I whispered in her ear
"Honey it's too hot today to go to school
Whyn't you call up
that cute little lifeguard?
He's out by the hotel pool"

They drank all her daddy's whisky
And they took all her mama's pills
They were found the next day
Drowned in their own vomit
[Angels gasp]
Poor little fool
Poor little fool

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Artist : NEWMAN, RANDY
Album : Faust

[Lord:] In Ottawa, there is a custom
Before the boy becomes the man
He takes a drop of Northern courage
And swears he'll do the best he can
He swears he'll do the best he can

[Devil:] Oh Northern boy
As thick as a tree
As dull as a butterknife

[L:] Oh, Northern boy
Clean of limb, clear of eye
Unfettered he lives, unfettered he'll die
The Northern boy
Oh Northern boy Northern boy

Saskatchewan
Thy endless prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam

[D:] Only a man
Half blind on whisky

Would choose to make
This land his home
Would choose to make
This land his home

[L:] Oh Northern boy
As strong as an oak
As quick as thunderbolt
To adventure he'll rise
The Northern boy
Can be as gentle as a lamb

[D:] And just like a sheep he will follow you
Whenever he can
The Northern boy

[L:] The Northern boy
Oh Northern boy

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[Henry Faust on Easter Eve in South Bend, playing an electric guitar:]

[Faust:] Sometimes you know that I think that I
Will surely go insane

Got suicide and murder
Runnin' in and out my brain

I dream of love, I dream of hate
I dream of death and pain

But no matter how I try
The dream remains the same
The same

Four little piggies
Up against the wall
Four little piggies 'gainst the wall
[Backup Faustettes:] 'Gainst the wall
[F:] One little piggie
Catch a bullet and he falls
Now there's three little piggie 'gainst the wall
[BF:] 'Gainst the wall
[F:] Second little piggie
Gets a bullet in the eye
[BF:] Bullet in the eye
[F:] Last little piggie
Falls to his knees and cries
'Cause he's blown away blown away
Blown away

[Henry moves to the front of the stage and plays an acoustic guitar]
Bless the children of the world
Give us all a chance to grow and live
Give us all you've got to give
Bless the children of the world

Bless the children of the world
We're the one's who'll have to carry on
Even though all hope is gone
Bless the children of the world

All we need is understanding
A sign to show us that you care
It isn't love that we're demanding
Just be there

Bless the children of the world
All we want is just to live our life
All we ask is to be free
Let it be
And bless the children of the world
Bless us bless us
Please bless us
Bless the children of the world

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I was born in Gainesville, Florida
And my father was a tailor
And my mother ran a cafe near the university

I've a brother died a'borning
And another who's a sailor
I've a sister who is older, and living on her own
I have tried all my life to be kind to others
Even when others were unkind to me
I've been told all my life when I found someone
He would look at me and I'd know

Are you really mine?
Are you really mine?
Does your heart glow
When you see me walkin' down the street, boy?
Do your eyes shine
When you know that we're about to meet?
I don't think they do

I was born in Gainesville, Florida
And my father was a tailor
And my mother ran a cafe near the university
And she didn't raise a fool when she raised me

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[Lord (taking some kids on a Nature tour, including a little Chinese girl, who is standing apart from the rest):]
Relax, enjoy yourself
You know it's only a glorious game
They've fruit trees growin' in an open field
And wild roses bloomin' down a country lane
Look around, old chum
Slow it down, old chum
Or you never will succeed
You never will succeed

[The Devil is still pretty unhappy]

Relax, enjoy yourself
It's all such a wonderful game
There are rivers and forests,
And mountains high
There are deep green oceans
And the pale blue sky

Let it go and then, you will know, old friend
That you never will succeed
You never will succeed

[Chinese Angel Child (to the Devil):]
It must be very trying to be bad all the time
Vicious and cruel and mean
(you get used to it)
When there's so much beauty
All round us to be seen
And so very little time in which to see it all
And feel it all
So little time
(you should know)
Perhaps when you were little
No one held you in their arms
And told you that they loved you very much
Perhaps you were embittered
By your fall from Grace

[Devil:] How long have you been dead?

[Angel Child:] Two Months

[D:] Do you miss your friends?

[AC:] Yes, I miss them
I've tried to make friends here, but it's hard

[D:] Yes, they resent you

[AC:] Perhaps

[D:] They know you're smarter than they are

[AC:] Perhaps

[D:] Yes

[AC:] Perhaps

[D:] Yes

[AC:] Yes

[D:] Your parents, do you miss them?
Do you wish that you were with them?

[AC:] Yes, I miss them
I do miss them

[D:] The man who shot you in the head
In that Burger King in Tucson
Well, he never will be punished you know
He will move to Big Pine, California
Become the richest man in Mono County
While that may not be much, it's enough
When he dies
Sixty-five years from today
With his loved ones all around him
He'll be whisked right up to heaven
He won't pass go or have to wait
He'll just march right through the God-damned gate

Why
you may ask yourself why
For thousands and thousands of years
I have asked myself why

[Lord:] Faith

[Angels:] Contrition

[L:] Sincere contrition.
Confession.

[A:] Yes Lord

L: Sincere confession

A: Yes Lord. Yes Lord

L: Redemption.
Absolution
Those who seek Me shall find Me
In the case of this man,
Predestination

A: Predestination

L: My ways are mysterious
Sometimes even to myself
My ways are mysterious

Devil: Relax, old chum, relax
It's all just a beautiful game that we're playing
And in a few more years
When I move up here
Things will never be the same
Same
Same
Same

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[Martha (scaring the Devil a bit):]
Life has been good to me
Got very few complaints so far

Life has been good to me
Hope you're as happy wherever you are

I got the blue sky every mornin'
Big yella' moon at night
I always do whatever I want to
And everything I do
it always turns out right

Hey, Hey. Hey, Hey. Hey, Hey.

Life has been good to me
Man, I would not change a thing

Life has been good to me
Can't wait to see what tomorrow will bring

In every life a little rain must surely fall
I'm here to say that there's a rainbow
Just around every corner

Life has been good to me

Life has been good to me
I admit I've had a ball

Life has been good to me
I've never worried 'bout nothin' at all

I've got some good friends
They adore me
Know how to treat me right
I got a good man waitin' for me
I've won every fight I've been
and it's always turned out that I was right

Hey, Hey. Hey

Life has been good to me

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[Angel Rick, a British angel who always wears a flight jacket, in the Lord's office alone with pictures of
prosperous Germans and Japanese and their cities rising to the sky]

[Angel Rick:] In two long wars, my country bled
To spare the world the fearsome Hun
As through the years, the fight we'd led
Too long, we stood alone, too long alone
Little Island

And when at last, battle's won
We asked for no reward and no reward was received
The empire gone
Two generations turned to blood and dust
Only the best were lost
Only the best

And now, the years have passed
The times have changed
The foe is risen up
He stands
Astride the world
His dreams of conquest all fulfilled

Little Island, Little Island
Glory lost in the mists of time
Little Island

They will pay
For what was done
To those of us
Who died so young
They will pay
For what was done
Little Island, Little Island
Little Island

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[Henry, playing on the guitar Hendrix was buried with]
[Faust:] Absolute control
Absolute power
I don't have any power
I need power power power power power
power power yeah
Absolute obedience
To my every command
I want to be the man
I want to be the man
[Devil:] You're the man

[F:] I want to be the man
[D:] You're the man

[F:] I've got to got to got to got to got to got to got to got to

Bodyguards
Gonna have bodyguards
When I walk into a club
With my bodyguards
They'll say excuse me
That's Mr. Faust's table you're sitting at
Bodyguards: You can't sit there
[F:] 'Scuse me sir
That's Mr. Faust's chair your big ass is in
[B:] You can't sit there
[F:] 'Scuse me motherfucker
Don't you understand motherfucker?

[D:] He's the man
[F:] What?
[D:] You're the man
[F:] I am?
[D:] Yes, you are
[F:] I'm the man?
[D:] You're the man
[F:] I'm the man!

Women will come
Women will go
Big tits, pretty little tits
I just don't know
Goddamn it I just don't know

Who?

[D:] You
[F:] Who?
[D:] Man, it's you
[F:] Do I have your respect?
[D:] Yes you have it
[F:] Do I have your admiration?
[D:] You know you got it
[F:] Do you get those good vibrations?
[D:] Yes, we do. You're the man!
[F:] I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Money
Power
Control
Equals love

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[Margaret:] There's something in his eyes that I like
And he's got this lazy little smile he stole from a movie he saw
But I like him
He's a momma's boy for sure
It's their lips that give them away you know
So soft, so pink
My hero. My little hero

I believe that in the sky there shines a star for me
Clean and bright and shining like the sun shines

When it seemed that life was hard
Impossible to find your way
I thought about my star and kept on

Listen to your heart
It will tell you everything
Follow it wherever it would go

[Played, not sung] I believe that in the sky there shines a star
My special star
But I like this boy and I hope that he likes me

I like this boy and I hope that he likes me

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Let me be your lover boy
Just wanna hold your hand
Something we might both enjoy
Can you understand

Now I been waitin' for a long time
For you to tell me that you'd be mine
And honey I'm doin' the best I can
But I got to be your man
I got to be your man
I got to

That great big moon that shines
Down in the sky above
Remindin' me of love baby
Whoa, I'm really gonna give it to you
And in our solitude
I hold you in my arms
Captivated by your charms
Whoa
Whoa, now you're gonna get it

When the mornin' sun comes up
I'll be there by your side
Fetch your coffee in your favorite cup
Do anything to keep you satisfied

Now people say this, people say that
People say they know where it's at
But the proof of the pudding is in the pan
And I gotta be your man
I gotta be your man
I gotta be it

There's somethin' you should know
Tell you where I stand
Never gonna let you go
Yours to worship or command

I been waitin' for a long time
For you to tell me that you'd be mine
Honey I'm doin' the best I can
But I gotta be your man
I gotta be your man
I gotta be your man

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Something in your eyes
Makes me want to lose myself
Makes me want to lose myself
In your arms

There's something in your voice
Makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
The rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how low I've felt for so long
If you knew how I wanted someone
To come along
And change my life the way you've done

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks
Down a long dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see
Through the dark there's a light

If you knew how much this moment
Means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
If you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought I'd love anyone so much

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back
Where I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

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[Martha:] Sounds like a real sad song.
[Devil:] Why don't you love me like you used to do?
Are you trying to break my heart?
[M:] Not me, baby
[D:] I know there's somethin' goin' on with you
[M:] Un uh
[D:] Whatever it is, it's tearin' me apart
I walk along the river every night
Tryin' to figure out why we fuss and fight
Is love once again to slip right through my hand?
[M:] I hope not
[D:] Baby, Have you been messin' with another man?
[M:] Ohhh
[D:] Ohhhh

I'm bleedin' all over the place
Bleedin' all over the place
I don't mean to be rude
But I'm in a pretty bad mood
Just take a look at my face
[M:] Yep, you look awful

[D:] I'm bleedin' all over the place
Bleedin' all over
Someone call a doctor
We got a serious case
Of bleedin' all over the place

Why don't you love me like you used to do
[M:] He's startin' to repeat himself, now
[D:] Tell me, what did I do wrong?
Seems like you're through with me
I wasn't through with you
My love for you is still very strong
[M:] Oh, yeah?

[D:] I wander aimlessly, not knowing what to do
I've become quite shameless in my love for you
I'm tryin real hard to understand
Have you been sleeping with another man baby, baby?

I'm bleedin' all over the place
Bleedin' all over
Get me a witness
To record my disgrace
How I've been dishonored
Deceived and debased
Then someone get me a band-aid
Before I fall on my fuckin' face
'Cause I'm bleedin' all over the place

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[Margaret:] Close your eyes now little girl
They don't want to hear you cryin'
You never had a chance,
you never had a chance

It's a great big dirty world
If they say it ain't they're lyin'
Sandman's comin' soon
You know he's comin' soon

Close your eyes and dream
A little dream for you and me
Dream yourself a place where you can go
Baby you never know

Close your eyes now little girl
Go to sleep my little baby
Sandman's comin' soon
You know he's comin' soon

Sandman's comin' soon
You know he's comin' soon

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[Devil:] I feel the hot wind blowin'
From the West to the East
I feel the hot wind blowin'
Can't get no relief
I feel the hot wind blowin'
Ev'ry day and ev'ry night
I feel my confidence growin'
And I know I'm gonna be alright

I see the volcanoes
'Rupting and erupting
Red walls of fire

I got corruption
Seduction
Destruction
Reproduction
I got Las Vegas in my mind
Seem like it's stuck up in there
Like it's been up there for all times
You can take your desert
Goddamn it, give me mine
'Cause I got Las Vegas in my mind

Through these portals
Pass the rich and the famous
Through these portals
Pass the very best at what they do
Man, they're the greatest
It's the land of giant women
But the little man is king
Here in Las Vegas
Man, they got ev'rything
Run with it

They got English girls
With legs so long
You gotta use a stepladder
To lick their love thing
It's a family place too now
So bring the kids along
They're gonna have a real good time here

They got wild women from Borneo
Playin' the piano
In your bungalow
They got monkey women from the Amazon
Or something really funky
From the lands beyond
They're here in Las Vegas
They're here in Las Vegas
Las Vegas
Man, I'm speaking in tongues!

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[Lord:] Will you pass on over?
[Angels:] Yes, Lord
[L:] Will you all pass over?
[A:] Yes, Lord
[L:] Will you pass on over, and join the Lord?

[L:] Will you pass on over?
[A:] Join the Lord
[L:] Will you all pass over?
[A:] Join the Lord
[L:] Will you pass on over, will you join the Lord?

[L:] Have you been redeemed?
[A:] Yes, Lord
[L:] Have you been redeemed?
[A:] Yes, Lord
[L:] Then you can pass on over
You can join the Lord

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[Lord (complaining about his soft, boring, wimpy life):]
The grass is green
The sky is blue

Each perfect day is a dream come true
The days are mellow
And the nights are sweet

Each perfect day is a dream come true
The days are mellow
And the nights are sweet

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[Lord:] Deep within my heart
Still there glows an ember
One golden dream that only I remember
Long ago

Blue, the deepest blue
How it shown within me
Greens and golds delight the darkness in me
Long ago I dream

Long ago I dream
But once I've dreamed
And it was beautiful
It was beautiful, beautiful

Deep within my heart
I dream

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[The Irish:] Oh Easter times are time for eggs
And the time for eggs is Easter time

It's a damn fine day
(It's a damn fine day)
It's a damn fine day
(It's a damn fine day)

It's a damn fine day for the USA
And a damn fine day for the Irish

In spring the golden daffodils
Spread so sweetly o'er the hills

It's a damn fine day
(It's a damn fine day)
It's a damn fine day
(It's a damn fine day)

It's a damn fine day, it's a damn fine day
It's a damn fine, damn fine day

Before the piper's tune is played
A man may woo a pretty maid

It's a damn fine day
(It's a damn fine day)
It's a damn fine day
(It's a damn fine day)

It's a damn fine day
(It's a damn fine day)
It's a damn fine day
(It's a damn fine day)

It's a damn fine day, it's a damn fine day for the USA
And a damn fine day for the Irish

It's a damn fine day for the USA
And a damn fine day for the Irish

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[Marchers (inspiring fear in the crowd):]
Oh, here we come
There's a bold new spirit in the land
Not from Spain, not from Rome
But our own thing

All that we ask
Is the right to worship as we please
No more priests with their stuck-up ways
No nuns

Oh, we are men
And a man of god should marry if he wants to marry

Oh, we're men, men, men, men

But our own thing

Oh, here we go
Will we find the answer, who can say
Won't you all wish us well on our way

[The Doppler effect kicks in as the marchers march away.]

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[Devil:] There is a boulevard
Where lonely people go
When all their dreams have withered and died
This is the place they go

They bring their broken hearts
Hearts that will never mend
They come here for they know
There's nowhere else to go
This really is the end

[Tap dancers make an appearance.]

Along the boulevard
Think of the tears they've shed
They've nothing left to lose
They'll always have the blues
They might as well be dead

[Girl standing on a bridge, looking to jump. She jumps.
Then she enters a little love-land, a little damp. She sees some other girls are there already.]

[Girl:] I never felt this way before
I don't know what to do
You girls look like you know the score
That's why I'm asking you
When he whispers sweet words in my ear
Tell me what I long to hear
Will he try to steal a kiss or two?

[Existing Girls:] Oh he'll do more than that I'm telling you
First he'll kiss your dainty finger tips
And then he'll kiss your ruby lips
Then he'll plant one right on your wazoo
You won't know if the sky is green or blue
You won't know if the sky is green or blue

[Devil (entering with a top hat):] It's love time, whoa baby, it's love time
You drive me crazy
I'd walk a mile just for a smile from you
Dance with me

It's love time let me put my arms around you
Honey I'm so glad I found you

[The Devil exposes himself to the audience.]
[Spoken]
Just take a look at this
Oh, I 'm so excited

Lets spoon a little, croon a little
Moon a little, Tune a little
Pretty soon, in a little while
I'll be all over you

It's love time

Here we are, we're all alone
Lock the door, unplug the phone
Get into bed, we'll turn out the lights
And say goodnight, goodnight
Say goodnight

It's love time
Little honey, it's love time
The days are sunny
What could I do, I'm so in love with you
Say goodnight
Goodnight

[Growling and commotion]
[Girl:] What's the matter?
[D:] Just tired I guess

Love time

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[Night March 17th, Sunday, in South Bend]
[Cupid shoots Faust and the Peasants notice]

[Chorus of South Bend peasants:] When love is in the air
It may strike swiftly
Like a bolt out of the blue
One never knows whom it might fall on
Maybe me, maybe you
Maybe me, maybe you ...

[Faust:] I love you
Those words sound strange in my ear
I've never said them before to anyone
I love you
Now I know I'll always love you
That must sound crazy to you
But girl, I love you
If you knew how lonely I have been
How cold and how lonely my life has been
I need the warm touch
Of someone who loves me like I love you
I love you and I don't know your name

[Margaret (speaking):] It's Margaret.

[Faust:] Margaret, do you love me?

[Margaret:] No

[Faust:] What was that?

[Margaret:] No

[Faust:] What was that you just said?

[Margaret:] No, I don't love you
I don't know you
I don't love you

[Faust:] You little bitch
You whore
The first person I ever love and they don't love me?
Unbelievable!

Forgive me, I didn't know what I was saying

[South Bend Chorus:] Forgive him

[Chorus from above:] Forgive him

[Margaret:] I forgive you

[South Bend Chorus:] When love is in the air
It may strike swiftly
Like a bolt out of the blue
One never knows whom it might fall on
Maybe me, maybe me maybe you, maybe you
Maybe you

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[Margaret:] I was born in Gainesville, Florida
And my father was a tailor
And my mother ran a cafe near the university

I've a brother died aborning
And another who's a sailor
I've a sister who is older, and living on her own
I have tried all my life to be kind to others
Even when others were unkind to me
I've been told all my life when I found someone
He would look at me and I'd know

Are you really mine?
Are you really mine?
Does your heart glow
When you see me walkin' down the street, boy?
Do your eyes shine
When you know that we're about to meet?
I don't think they do

I was born in Gainesville, Florida
And my father was a tailor
And my mother ran a cafe near the university
And she didn't raise a fool when she raised me

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[Martha (at the Costa Rica airport, in posession of Margaret's jewels):]

[Industrialists, the military, peasants are waiting at the airport]
[CHORUS:]
She's coming, she's coming, she's coming
With a great silver bird she's coming
She's coming, she's coming, she's coming
With a great silver bird she's coming

Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha
Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha

[Martha:] When I was poor I hated it
Always the wolf at the door
Now that I'm rich
I'm so happy
I'll never be poor anymore
I'll never be poor anymore

[Chorus:] Heavy industry
A higher standard of living

[Martha:] When I was a kid grandma told me
Girl, now you listen to me
Without any money you're nothing
Without money you'll never be free

[Chorus:] Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha

You might be pretty, forget it, forget it
You might be smart but so what
If you don't have plenty of money
It's plenty of nothing you've got

Heavy industry
A higher standard of living
Hard currency

[An unwritten dance]

[Martha:] I had a friend
I betrayed that friend
Am I an animal or what?
Does not a human heart beat within my breast
Maybe not!

[Chorus:] Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha

[Martha (speaking to the audience):] Goodbye, goodbye everyone! We won't see each other ever again. But in my heart, I'll always be an
American. [Some angry grumbling] A north american. Goodbye and give my regards to broadway!

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