It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word
Oh when I got here back home tonight
Something within me stirred.
Oh it must have been a different kind of play
That touched my theatre of the absurd.
Now I'll be on my way alone
But an interesting thing occurred
See nobody ever shared too much
In my theatre of the absurd.
Nobody loves you when you're down and out,
Nobody sees you when you're on cloud nine,
Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime,
I'll scratch your back and you scratch mine.
If you got the money, honey
I've got the time
We'll go honky-tonkin'
And we're gonna have a time
We'll make all the night spots
Dance to the music, fine
If you got the money, honey
I've got the time
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the MUSIC of the night ...
Baby, youve been going so crazy
Lately nothing seems to be going right
Solo, why do you have to get so low
Youre so...
Youve been waiting in the sun too long
But if you SING, sing, sing, sing, sing
For the love you bring wont mean a thing
Unless you sing, sing, sing
I gotta be cool relax, get hip
Get on my track's
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I'm ready Crazy little thing called love
I'm gonna drive my motorbike to heaven
I'm gonna slice a lemon in two
And when the charcoal's burning bright
We'll be there, in heaven
I'm gonna fly my motorbike to you
