Bennie and the Jets Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet Oh, Bennie, she’s really keen She’s got electric boots, a mohair suit Hey kid, shake it loose together The spotlight’s hitting something That’s been known to change the weather We’ll kill

Never be enough All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the nightsky Will never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world but it'll

Buy that boy with a pipe Do you slide on all your nights like this? Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might) Empty my bank account And buy that boy with a pipe Put some spotlight on the slide Whatever comes, comes through clear Put some

Never, never All the shine of a thousand spotlights All the stars we steal from the night sky Will never be enough, never be enough Towers of gold are still too little These hands could hold the world, but it'll Never be enough, never be enough for me

Oh no, I've said too much I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try Consider this I set it up That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion

Remember the spotlight was there Remember I told you, I need you? All of the words that I'm saying Are just a fancy way of saying "I care" I don't suppose you have a moment to spare me Do you? Do you? I don't like the way you went ant told me, "Oh well"

Trying to get my way home Driving towards the daylight Running from the spotlight Trying to find the daylight Running from the midnight Trying to get back home Look upon a mountain Waitin' on a train Baby I know what's wrong

You'll just let her go The lights go out The show goes on She leaves town If you know what's good for you Or you'll end up next to me in her sideshow She's a big top ten with bright spotlights That woman sure knows how to shine You almost can't believe

I am the tiger I am behind you, I'll always find you People who fear me never go near me Yellow eyes, the spotlights of the city lights The city is a jungle, you'd better take care Never walk alone after midnight If you don't believe me, you'd better

Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth Hot