Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound I know they're watching, they're watching All the commotion, the kiddie like play Has people talking, talking You, your sex is on fire The dark of the alley, the breaking of day The head while I'm driving, I'm driving Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale Feels like you're dying, you're dying You, your sex is on fire Consumed with what's to transpire Hot as a fever, rattling bones I could just taste it, taste it If it's not forever, if it's just tonight Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest

Everybody seems to think I'm lazy I don't mind, I think they're crazy Running everywhere at such a speed Till they find there's no need.

Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye" Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Josef Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev

There was me and my monkey And with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black Chevrolet He had the soft-top down (he liked the wind in his face) He said 'Son, you ever been to Vegas?' I said 'no' He said 'that's where we're gonna go - you need a change of pace' And we hit the strip with all the wedding chapels and the neon signs He said 'I left my wallet in El Segondo' and proceeded to take two grand of mine We made tracks to The Mandalay Bay Hotel Asked the bell boy if he'd take me and my monkey as well?

If you're leaving close the door. I'm not expecting people anymore. Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor. Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure. I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale. When a blind man cries, lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale. Had a friend once in a room, Had a good time but it ended much too soon. In a cold month in that room We found a reason for the things we had to do. I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold. When a blind man cries, lord, you know he feels it from his soul.