Roller coaster, roller coaster Lonely overseas Only memories Wish I had the key to your heart People come and go Baby, they don’t know What we had before What it felt before our eyes Spinning all around and around for a world baby

We can see where things go naturally Just say the word and I'll part the sea It's alright Just come over here and sit next to me Yeah, it's alright Yeah it's over, it's over I'm circling these vultures Got me praying, man this hunger Feeling something

What were all those dreams we shared Those many years ago? What were all those plans we made now Left beside the road? Behind us in the road More than friends, I always pledged Cause friends they come and go People change, as does everything I wanted to

And let this winter pass on by Peoples, I'm gonna have to go Call my baby You know the little girl fail to come If I call my baby You know the little girl would fail to come Hot spring water Oh, yeah boy, wouldn't help her none I mean, wouldn't help her

Rambling out of the wild west Leaving the towns I love best Thought I'd seen some ups and down 'Till I come into New York town People going down to the ground Building going up to the sky Wintertime in New York town The wind blowing snow around Walk

Singin' hi, singin' hi, Ev'ry day I'm gonna strut that stuff. When the music's loud I can't get enough. Come on feet, teach yourself to move. People shuff'lin' up and down again. Unhappy faces ain't gonna get you in. Come on people, teach yourself to

Used to take people's girl with me (Come here) See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete AP, got it on jet ski (Water) If I take a selfie then it's a wealthy (Rich) Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru) AP, got it on jet

Let me go home But I want to go home A million people I Another summer day Is come and gone away In Paris and Rome Maybe surrounded by Still feel all alone

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go Stop and say "Hello"

Hey Mister D.J. Put a record on I want to dance with my baby Music makes the people come together Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel And when the music starts I never want to stop It's gonna drive me crazy