Now this ain't the best number I ever wrote But I wrote it for you And you alone. Now these aren't the best words That I ever spoke But I'll say them
Yeah, yeah I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothin' I'm stumped Here we go On your feet Stand up Everybody hands up Uh, man,
Yeah, yeah I don't know what else to say I can't, I can't think of nothin' I'm stumped Here we go (Here we go) On your feet (On your feet) Stand up (
Nick Lowe/Dave Edmunds/Billy Bremner Plangent Visions Music, Ltd. Now I can remember like it was only yesterday Love was young and foolish like a little
You wait for a silence, I wait for a word Lie next to your frame, girl unobserved You change your position and you are changing me Casting these shadows
In these words that crash my ears I now stomach this in fear With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son Who by fire I would come Through this
Oh, what we once thought we had, we didn't And what we have now will, will never be that way again So we call upon the author to explain Our myxomatoid
It doesn't matter what I say, it could be anything. All that matters is what they hear, and fuck, it can be beautiful Fuck. We'll turn it into something
You don't know a thing about their lives They live where you wouldn't dare to drive You shake as you think of how they sleep But you write as if you all
Ernie is at the typewriter, pecking away. Suddenly-- Ernie: "It's done! It's done! Hey Bert--it's done!" Bert: "What? What's done?" Ernie: "My story
Ernie is watching a movie on TV as Bert walks in Bert: Ernie, what are you watching? Ernie: Oh, it's a great old movie Bert. B: What is it? E: It'
Save face and leave, before she gets mean You know how to act, you scripted the scene This film's more a short, a monologue of sorts Whatever is invalidate
I'm the writer got a front page cover Hot gossip 'bout who's with their latest lover I write all chapters by the second scene I call the shots, don't
I must have got up about twenty to seven Had a shower and had breakfast And had a couple of pieces of toast You know, forced it down Then had a cup of
Thumbtacks all spread out across your hometown state A hollow tree at half mast Wait until wintertime, leaves a paper trail And a licorice plant that'
3:41 AM, make that 3:42 Time just keeps rolling on while I'm here stuck like glue So many things cross my mind But nothing stays awhile, so frustrating