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G. I. Blues
Elvis Presley
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Writers
Roy C. Bennett
Sid Tepper
Themes
Food and Drink
Places
Colours
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Genres
Blues
Rock 'n' Roll
Rock
Year
1960
Lyrics
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
in Texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay
for a slice of Texas cow
We'd like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
And they don't give the Purple Heart
for a fallen arch
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
Cause they're all wearin' signs saying:
'Keepen sie off the grass'
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
in Texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay
for a slice of Texas cow
We'd like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
And they don't give the Purple Heart
for a fallen arch
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
Cause they're all wearin' signs saying:
'Keepen sie off the grass'
I've got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
Get 'Em Out By Friday
Genesis
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Writers
Mike Rutherford
Peter Gabriel
Phil Collins
Steve Hackett
Tony Banks
Themes
Time
Numbers
Money
Genres
Rock
Year
1972
Lyrics
Get em out by friday!
You dont get paid till the last ones well on his way.
Get em out by friday!
Its important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay.
Mark hall of styx enterprises (otherwise known as the winkler)
I represent a firm of gentlemen who recently purchased this
House and all the others in the road,
In the interest of humanity weve found a better place for you
To go, go-woh, go-woh
Mrs. barrow (a tenant)
Oh no, this I cant believe,
Oh mary, theyre asking us to leave.
Mr. pebble
Get em out by friday!
Ive told you before, s good many gone if we let them stay.
And if it isnt easy,
You can squeeze a little grease and our troubles will soon run away.
Mrs. barrow
After all this time, they ask us to leave,
And I told them we could pay double the rent.
I dont know why it seemed so funny,
Seeing as how theyd take more money.
The winkler called again, he came here this morning,
With four hundred pounds and a photograph of the place he has found.
A block of flats with central heating.
I think were going to find it hard.
Mr. pebble
Now weve got them!
Ive always said that cash cash cash can do anything well.
Work can be rewarding
When a flash of intuition is a gift that helps you
Excel-sell-sell-sell.
Mr. hall
Here we are in harlow new town, did you recognise your block
Across the square, over there,
Sadly since last time we spoke, weve found weve had to raise
The rent again,
Just a bit.
Mrs. barrow
Oh no, this I cant believe
Oh mary, and we agreed to leave.
(a passage of time)
18/9/2012 t.v. flash on all dial-a-program services
This is an announcement from genetic control:
It is my sad duty to inform you of a four foot restriction on
Humanoid height.
Extract from coversation of joe ordinary in local puborama
I hear the directors of genetic control have been buying all the
Properties that have recently been sold, taking risks oh so bold.
Its said now that people will be shorter in height,
They can fit twice as many in the same building site.
(they say its alright),
Beginning with the tenants of the town of harlow,
In the interest of humanity, theyve been told they must go,
Told they must go-go-go-go.
Sir john de pebble of united blacksprings international
I think Ive fixed a new deal
A dozen properties - well buy at five and sell at thirty four,
Some are still inhabited,
Its time to send the winkler to see them,
Hell have to work some more.
Memo from satin peter of rock development ltd.
With land in your hand, youll be happy on earth
Then invest in the church for your heaven.
You dont get paid till the last ones well on his way.
Get em out by friday!
Its important that we keep to schedule, there must be no delay.
Mark hall of styx enterprises (otherwise known as the winkler)
I represent a firm of gentlemen who recently purchased this
House and all the others in the road,
In the interest of humanity weve found a better place for you
To go, go-woh, go-woh
Mrs. barrow (a tenant)
Oh no, this I cant believe,
Oh mary, theyre asking us to leave.
Mr. pebble
Get em out by friday!
Ive told you before, s good many gone if we let them stay.
And if it isnt easy,
You can squeeze a little grease and our troubles will soon run away.
Mrs. barrow
After all this time, they ask us to leave,
And I told them we could pay double the rent.
I dont know why it seemed so funny,
Seeing as how theyd take more money.
The winkler called again, he came here this morning,
With four hundred pounds and a photograph of the place he has found.
A block of flats with central heating.
I think were going to find it hard.
Mr. pebble
Now weve got them!
Ive always said that cash cash cash can do anything well.
Work can be rewarding
When a flash of intuition is a gift that helps you
Excel-sell-sell-sell.
Mr. hall
Here we are in harlow new town, did you recognise your block
Across the square, over there,
Sadly since last time we spoke, weve found weve had to raise
The rent again,
Just a bit.
Mrs. barrow
Oh no, this I cant believe
Oh mary, and we agreed to leave.
(a passage of time)
18/9/2012 t.v. flash on all dial-a-program services
This is an announcement from genetic control:
It is my sad duty to inform you of a four foot restriction on
Humanoid height.
Extract from coversation of joe ordinary in local puborama
I hear the directors of genetic control have been buying all the
Properties that have recently been sold, taking risks oh so bold.
Its said now that people will be shorter in height,
They can fit twice as many in the same building site.
(they say its alright),
Beginning with the tenants of the town of harlow,
In the interest of humanity, theyve been told they must go,
Told they must go-go-go-go.
Sir john de pebble of united blacksprings international
I think Ive fixed a new deal
A dozen properties - well buy at five and sell at thirty four,
Some are still inhabited,
Its time to send the winkler to see them,
Hell have to work some more.
Memo from satin peter of rock development ltd.
With land in your hand, youll be happy on earth
Then invest in the church for your heaven.
Get Money
Junior M.A.F.I.A
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Writers
Christopher Wallace
Denise Striplin
James Bedford
Kim Jones
Lamont Porter
Roy Ayers
Themes
Body
Names
Food and Drink
Places
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Genres
Hip Hop
Year
1995
Lyrics
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
[Lil' Kim] Hehehe
[B.I.G.] WHAT?Uhh, sex em up
[Lil' Kim] The fuck?That shit ain't even ?? big boy
[B.I.G.] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit
Uhh, check it out
[Lil' Kim] Bout to 'get money'
[Notorious B.I.G.]
You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, 'Poppa not home'
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin BIG Po-ppa, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
'Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?'
My Mo-sci-no, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin
Lick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was, 'Poppa don't hit me no more'
Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and made her milkbox material
You feel me?Suckin dick, runnin your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh..
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
[B.I.G.] WHAT?I see mad girls like you
[Lil' Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot
[B.I.G.] I'm tellin you though
[Lil' Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me
[B.I.G.] You just frontin, there's people out like that
[Lil' Kim] ??
[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, whoo!Get at me
Whoo, I told you niggaz
Niggaz.. betta grab a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga
Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga
Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave.
Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere
Me shifty?Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
Yeah what nigga?I ain't got time for this
So what nigga?I'm not tryin to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots
Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin, 'I apologize'
Is you wit me?How could you ever decieve me
But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow
Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*)
Lil' Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute
Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine
[B.I.G.] Oh you want my numbers and shit
[Lil' Kim] ??
[B.I.G.] Look, now you wanna ??
[Lil' Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask
You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite
[B.I.G.] Y'all believe that shit?
[Lil' Kim] Just playin with you, worrd
?? daddy is all that, oh word
?? I'm talkin bout some presidents
Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash
[B.I.G.] Whatever you don't think about this
My nickname was Jesus in high school
[Lil' Kim] You don't even believe that shit!
God don't believe that shit!
[B.I.G.] I'm the supreme being baby
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
[Lil' Kim] Hehehe
[B.I.G.] WHAT?Uhh, sex em up
[Lil' Kim] The fuck?That shit ain't even ?? big boy
[B.I.G.] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit
Uhh, check it out
[Lil' Kim] Bout to 'get money'
[Notorious B.I.G.]
You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, 'Poppa not home'
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin BIG Po-ppa, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
'Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?'
My Mo-sci-no, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin
Lick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was, 'Poppa don't hit me no more'
Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and made her milkbox material
You feel me?Suckin dick, runnin your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh..
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
[B.I.G.] WHAT?I see mad girls like you
[Lil' Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot
[B.I.G.] I'm tellin you though
[Lil' Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me
[B.I.G.] You just frontin, there's people out like that
[Lil' Kim] ??
[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, whoo!Get at me
Whoo, I told you niggaz
Niggaz.. betta grab a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga
Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga
Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave.
Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere
Me shifty?Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
Yeah what nigga?I ain't got time for this
So what nigga?I'm not tryin to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots
Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin, 'I apologize'
Is you wit me?How could you ever decieve me
But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow
Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*)
Lil' Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute
Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine
[B.I.G.] Oh you want my numbers and shit
[Lil' Kim] ??
[B.I.G.] Look, now you wanna ??
[Lil' Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask
You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite
[B.I.G.] Y'all believe that shit?
[Lil' Kim] Just playin with you, worrd
?? daddy is all that, oh word
?? I'm talkin bout some presidents
Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash
[B.I.G.] Whatever you don't think about this
My nickname was Jesus in high school
[Lil' Kim] You don't even believe that shit!
God don't believe that shit!
[B.I.G.] I'm the supreme being baby
Getaway
Georgie Fame & The Blue Flame
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Writers
Clive Powell
Themes
Dreams
Weather
Colours
Time
Time
Numbers
Genres
Blues
R&B/Soul
Year
1966
Lyrics
Gotta go
I hope you're ready 'cos
Take a look outside,
Don’t mind the weather, girl
Let’s take a ride
Get away
We’ll leave the city folk
They'll have to stay
Don’t have to pack a thing
Just get away
Gotta go
Get away
Take a look at that deep blue sea
Don't you think it looks great, hm
Not a cloud to be seen in the sky
And the sun won't wait
I believe that the time is right
Don't let it slip away
Instead of dreaming 'bout tomorrow
You can live today
If you get away
I know a little place
Not far from town
Gotta go
A kind of pretty place
Three up, two down
Get away
I think if ever you
Decide to stay
Well I know it’s gonna be
Because we've got away
Got away
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
I know a little place
Not far from town
Gotta go
A kind of pretty place
Three up, two down
Get away
I think if ever you
Decide to stay
Well I know it’s gonna be
Because we've got away
Got away
Yes we got away good
Get away
Got away good
We went and got away good.
Gotta get away.
Gotta got away
Gotta go,
Gotta get away.
Get away.
Go, gotta get away,
Gotta get away and go
Go, go, go go.
You gotta get away
You get away and go go
THE BALLAD OF BONNIE AND CLYDE - 24/01/1968
1 week at #1 - 13 weeks on chart
Bonnie and Clyde were pretty lookin' people
But I can tell you people They were the devil's children
Bonnie and Clyde began their evil doin'
One lazy afternoon down Savannah way
They robbed a store, and high-tailed outa that town
Got clean away in a stolen car
And waited till the heat died down
Bonnie and Clyde advanced their reputation
And made the graduation
Into the banking business
Reach for the sky sweet-talking Clyde would holler
As Bonnie loaded dollars in the dewlap bag
Now one brave man, he tried to take them alone
They left him lyin' in a pool of blood
And laughed about it all the way home
Bonnie and Clyde got to be public enemy number one
Running and hiding from every American lawman's gun
They used to laugh about dyin'
But deep inside 'em they knew
That pretty soon they'd be lyin'
Beneath the ground together
Pushing up daisies to welcome the sun
And the morning dew
Acting upon reliable information
A fed'ral deputation laid a deadly ambush
When Bonnie and Clyde came walking in the sunshine
A half a dozen carbines opened up on them
Bonnie and Clyde, they lived a lot together
And finally together they died
Gotta go
I hope you're ready 'cos
Take a look outside,
Don’t mind the weather, girl
Let’s take a ride
Get away
We’ll leave the city folk
They'll have to stay
Don’t have to pack a thing
Just get away
Gotta go
Get away
Take a look at that deep blue sea
Don't you think it looks great, hm
Not a cloud to be seen in the sky
And the sun won't wait
I believe that the time is right
Don't let it slip away
Instead of dreaming 'bout tomorrow
You can live today
If you get away
I know a little place
Not far from town
Gotta go
A kind of pretty place
Three up, two down
Get away
I think if ever you
Decide to stay
Well I know it’s gonna be
Because we've got away
Got away
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
I know a little place
Not far from town
Gotta go
A kind of pretty place
Three up, two down
Get away
I think if ever you
Decide to stay
Well I know it’s gonna be
Because we've got away
Got away
Yes we got away good
Get away
Got away good
We went and got away good.
Gotta get away.
Gotta got away
Gotta go,
Gotta get away.
Get away.
Go, gotta get away,
Gotta get away and go
Go, go, go go.
You gotta get away
You get away and go go
I hope you're ready 'cos
Take a look outside,
Don’t mind the weather, girl
Let’s take a ride
Get away
We’ll leave the city folk
They'll have to stay
Don’t have to pack a thing
Just get away
Gotta go
Get away
Take a look at that deep blue sea
Don't you think it looks great, hm
Not a cloud to be seen in the sky
And the sun won't wait
I believe that the time is right
Don't let it slip away
Instead of dreaming 'bout tomorrow
You can live today
If you get away
I know a little place
Not far from town
Gotta go
A kind of pretty place
Three up, two down
Get away
I think if ever you
Decide to stay
Well I know it’s gonna be
Because we've got away
Got away
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
I know a little place
Not far from town
Gotta go
A kind of pretty place
Three up, two down
Get away
I think if ever you
Decide to stay
Well I know it’s gonna be
Because we've got away
Got away
Yes we got away good
Get away
Got away good
We went and got away good.
Gotta get away.
Gotta got away
Gotta go,
Gotta get away.
Get away.
Go, gotta get away,
Gotta get away and go
Go, go, go go.
You gotta get away
You get away and go go
THE BALLAD OF BONNIE AND CLYDE - 24/01/1968
1 week at #1 - 13 weeks on chart
Bonnie and Clyde were pretty lookin' people
But I can tell you people They were the devil's children
Bonnie and Clyde began their evil doin'
One lazy afternoon down Savannah way
They robbed a store, and high-tailed outa that town
Got clean away in a stolen car
And waited till the heat died down
Bonnie and Clyde advanced their reputation
And made the graduation
Into the banking business
Reach for the sky sweet-talking Clyde would holler
As Bonnie loaded dollars in the dewlap bag
Now one brave man, he tried to take them alone
They left him lyin' in a pool of blood
And laughed about it all the way home
Bonnie and Clyde got to be public enemy number one
Running and hiding from every American lawman's gun
They used to laugh about dyin'
But deep inside 'em they knew
That pretty soon they'd be lyin'
Beneath the ground together
Pushing up daisies to welcome the sun
And the morning dew
Acting upon reliable information
A fed'ral deputation laid a deadly ambush
When Bonnie and Clyde came walking in the sunshine
A half a dozen carbines opened up on them
Bonnie and Clyde, they lived a lot together
And finally together they died
Gotta go
I hope you're ready 'cos
Take a look outside,
Don’t mind the weather, girl
Let’s take a ride
Get away
We’ll leave the city folk
They'll have to stay
Don’t have to pack a thing
Just get away
Gotta go
Get away
Take a look at that deep blue sea
Don't you think it looks great, hm
Not a cloud to be seen in the sky
And the sun won't wait
I believe that the time is right
Don't let it slip away
Instead of dreaming 'bout tomorrow
You can live today
If you get away
I know a little place
Not far from town
Gotta go
A kind of pretty place
Three up, two down
Get away
I think if ever you
Decide to stay
Well I know it’s gonna be
Because we've got away
Got away
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
Get away
Gotta go
I know a little place
Not far from town
Gotta go
A kind of pretty place
Three up, two down
Get away
I think if ever you
Decide to stay
Well I know it’s gonna be
Because we've got away
Got away
Yes we got away good
Get away
Got away good
We went and got away good.
Gotta get away.
Gotta got away
Gotta go,
Gotta get away.
Get away.
Go, gotta get away,
Gotta get away and go
Go, go, go go.
You gotta get away
You get away and go go
Golden Lights
Twinkle
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Writers
Lynn Ripley
Themes
Names
Love
Colours
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Genres
Pop
Year
1965
Lyrics
Golden lights displaying your name
Golden lights it's a terrible shame
But oh my darling
WHY DID YOU CHANGE ?
Boy in a million, idol, a big star
I didn't tell you how great you were
I didn't grovel and scream
And rip your brand new jacket at the seams
You made a record, they liked your singing
All of a sudden the phone stops ringing
Ah ... I never thought that you would let
The glory make you forget
Golden lights displaying your name
Golden lights it's a terrible shame
But oh my darling
WHY DID YOU CHANGE ?
Top ten idol, king of your age
Who do you turn to when you're backstage ?
Don't you remember you once knew a girl
You loved her more than the world
Is life always like this, brother ?
Good for one side but bad for another
I must put you behind me tonight
'Cause you belong to the lights
Those golden lights displaying your name
Golden lights it's a terrible shame
But oh my darling
WHY DID YOU CHANGE ?
Oh, oh my darling
WHY ?
WHY DID YOU CHANGE ?
Oh ...
Golden lights it's a terrible shame
But oh my darling
WHY DID YOU CHANGE ?
Boy in a million, idol, a big star
I didn't tell you how great you were
I didn't grovel and scream
And rip your brand new jacket at the seams
You made a record, they liked your singing
All of a sudden the phone stops ringing
Ah ... I never thought that you would let
The glory make you forget
Golden lights displaying your name
Golden lights it's a terrible shame
But oh my darling
WHY DID YOU CHANGE ?
Top ten idol, king of your age
Who do you turn to when you're backstage ?
Don't you remember you once knew a girl
You loved her more than the world
Is life always like this, brother ?
Good for one side but bad for another
I must put you behind me tonight
'Cause you belong to the lights
Those golden lights displaying your name
Golden lights it's a terrible shame
But oh my darling
WHY DID YOU CHANGE ?
Oh, oh my darling
WHY ?
WHY DID YOU CHANGE ?
Oh ...
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