Little man, you've had a busy day It's time to go to sleep now Listen to the jukebox softly play I know why you're crying I know why you're blue Someone took your kiddy car away Time to go to sleep now Someone took your marbles Tell you what we'll do

Tempted and tried we're oft made to wonder why it should be thus all the day long While there are others living about us, never molested, though in the wrong When death has come and taken our loved ones, it leaves our home so lonely and dreary Then do we

Your life's a goddamn fairy tale Oh, it must be nice To spend each day in paradise You wonder why you've ever failed One step, two step, electric slide Red fish, blue fish, blow your mind Engine, engine, number nine Mama gonna let you set the moon on

It's good to live it again Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting? Autumn in New York, it spells the thrill of first-nighting Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel They're making me feel I'm home It's autumn in New York

Don't bring me bad news, no bad news I don't need none of your bad news today You're a sad little boy, anyone can see you're just a sad little boy That's why you're carrying on that way Why don't you burn it all down, burn your own house down, burn your

Ooh Ooh Ooh Everywhere I look I see rain. . . Why am I here if you´re there So far away it´s not fair To be without you - like this I miss you more than you know The nights are long, The days slow Without the warmth of your kiss

It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

You got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah (Your business) Why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? Yeah (Gettin', yeah yeah) Summer's mine, winter time (Winter time) I done put in overtime (Overtime) I been hustlin' like this since back in the day

You belong with me Been here all along so why can't you see Dreaming about the day when you wake up Standing by and waiting at your back door You're on the phone with your girlfriend She's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she

I wish those days could come back once more Why did those days ever have to go Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy