Clouds and clowns You don't have to come down Tell it like it is You don't have to die before you live Life, woo ooo, life, woo ooo You might get angry sometimes But don't let it turn you around All you gotta do is get your livin' now

I could tell that something wasn't right with you, with you I knew she was trouble from the first kiss (One, two, three, four) I could feel it blowing in the night wind Why don't you come back down so we can turn it around We grow apart just to be on our

Never let them tell you no Turn up your sound Stand up, twirl down No one's around Never let 'em tell you no Stand by the beach And let's get warm by the fire I had started this camp Because I had the desire to spread good vibes

To Las Vegas, turnaround, she's going to Las Vegas (Sara please) Sara's off on a turnaround Flying gambling fools To the holy land, Las Vegas Sometimes she's here and sometimes She can't be found turnaround And Sara's off, half hiding far above the

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

I have been to the edge before, at the end of the world But there is nothing for me so I guess I'll just turn around I will follow my footsteps back home Still the same as before, but there is nothing for me So I guess I'll just turn around Can't you see

I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out What the hell is wrong

'Round midnight Let our love take wing some midnight Let the angels sing For your returning Let our love be safe and sound When old midnight comes around It begins to tell 'round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see