Is it just a mirage? We're all caught in a dream Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh All these Hollywood gods And everything that we've got It's all part of the scene, oh They said, "You can't wear Giamba Baby, you gotta pay."

Oh she's only seventeen Whine whine whine, weep over everything Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street Brothers fighting, when's the baby gonna sleep Heaving ship too sails away Said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session It's a tick of

I will see you again, oh This is not where it ends 'Till I see you again Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I will carry you with me, oh Said goodbye, turned around And you were gone, gone, gone Faded into the setting sun, Slipped away

Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, babe Yeah, I said it (ooh yeah) I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it, uh I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pop it uh And I think I kinda like ya

No matter how far meh go She say she rather be there so She say she nah let go And she nah mek no joke And she nah run no joke Nah let go, no Ooh yeah lemme sing Said I want I want you

Satta Massagana for Jimmy Dread Police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, "he ain't here, but he sure went past Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz" Cut off his ears and chop off his head Police come looking for Jimmy Jazz So if you're gonna take a message

Ooh ooh ooh ooh (get out, get out) Don't let the nights slip through your hands The world is wide from where you stand And I hear your voice as it echoes 'round my head Always that same thing that you said So get out, get out while you still can ooh ooh

Standing by the highway Just waiting in the rain You got me standing here waiting October sun is shining These tears they cause the pain It simply make up Only just to break up, oh baby And that ain't no fun to me I said it ain't no fun to me

The way things are going They're going to crucify me Christ you know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be The newspapers said Standing in the dock at Southampton Trying to get to Holland or France The man in the mac said You've got to go back

But don't ask me what I think of you I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin I might not give the answer that you want me to Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand He said, "Stick by my side and