I won't act my age, no I won't act my age No, I'll still feel the same around you When I'm fat and old and my kids think I'm a joke No, I'll still feel the same and you will too One, two, three, four 'Cause I move a little slow when I dance I can count

I had this dream where I relished the fray And the screaming filled my head all day It was as though I'd been spit here Settled in, into the pocket Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket Off the coast of France, dear One afternoon, four thousand men died

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine There are ten things you need to know (number one!) We rowed across the Hudson at dawn My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my (number two!) Hamilton arrived with his crew Nathaniel Pendleton and a

Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

Waiting to wake up one day and find That I let all these years go by Oh, I don't wanna keep on wishing, missing The still of the morning, the color of the night I ain't spending no more time Oh, I don't wanna spend my life jaded Standing at the back door

So do I remind you of Someone you never met A lonely sillouette And do I remind you of Somewhere you wanna be Oh I wish you open up for me 'Cause I wanna know you

'Cause I hope one day you'll get the sense to call me I'm hoping that you'll say So I'll keep your number saved 'Cause I hope one day I'll get the pride to call you You're missing me the way I'm missing you To tell you that no one else Is gonna hold you

With plenty of money and you. It's the root of all evil, Of strife and upheaval. But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny Well, baby, what I couldn't do In spite of the worry that money brings. Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things.

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah oh Baby's got a big red gun All I want is a big red gun I'm gonna shoot, shoot, shoot at the setting sun And all I want is a big red gun, I'm gonna shoot, shoot, shoot till the thrill is gone Brothers in arms who share my fears,

Baby, got a bird Honey got a bird, will sing Got a bird, wanna whistle Sure don't mean a natural thing Baby, for I call Honey, for I call your name Baby, you're my hard luck Without Corinna, sure don't mean