Anyone that sees you at all They know, they know They know, they know, they know Just by looking Well it's gonna be a lucky man That gets to take your hand And play house with you a while And anyone that sees you What I should have been told

Shot down in flames To be shot down in flames Ain't it a shame (Yow! One, two) Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Anybody want to hand off me And give me plenty of She was standing alone over by the jukebox

Hey mister businessman She got you by the balls But she won't sacrifice What you want tonight She won't come across Unless there's money in her hand Got you by the balls Head of the company Are you looking for a lady

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go) Look at the cash (look) Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay, you bubblin') Look at you go Bubblin' (go) One in the hand (look), one in the hand (go) Okay, you bubblin' Look, go, go

She's alone in the new pollution She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling

I'll see you there When the daylight comes and I look across the room, I see you're gone. As the morning breaks and I reach to hold your hand I can see, see I'm the only one. Well, your clothes are gone and your bags are packed But the bed's still warm

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see

Gotta love this American ride Both ends of the ozone burnin' Funny how the world keeps turning I love, this American ride That's us, that's right Look ma, no hands Winter gettin' colder, summer gettin' warmer Tidal wave comin' cross the Mexican border

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do