Get your kicks on Route 66 Oklahoma city looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingsman, Barstaw, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly trip Well if you ever plan to motor west Just

You wan'da step into my world It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss You've been delayed in the real world How many times have you hit and missed? Your cat-scan shows disfiguration I want to laugh myself to death With a misfired synapse With a bent

All that I can feel Should be happy to be loved Happy to be I think you're the one Everyone agrees Every time we get close And the wind on my face Last rays of the sun

I am a world before I am a man I was a creature before I could stand I will remember before I forget Before I forget that! Hold your breath And listen! It justifies my means All I have to do is delay

Girl, that night was just like you Unforgettable That mango-rita you were drinkin' And that Coldplay song that you were singin' And I bet right now you're probably thinkin' That it's crazy I remember every detail, but I do From your blue jeans to your

Time isn't working my side Oh oh oh whoa oh Oh oh oh oh oh We're getting all for our time, time, time We may not be hopeless But we're still helpless in the end Just remember you're floating Remember the love that we were in

You say you don't need anyone And wouldn't have it any other way I know you'll never change You haven't heard a damn word I've said, You never believed in anything I did You can't help yourself Oh you made a big mistake, and won't admit it Oh you made a

Good day to you Fat balloon man May you always have air You sing a song everybody can believe Uncle tom cat Out to trick the whole world You carry a tune for nobody but yourself Bonjour a toi Herr policeman

We are the kids from yesterday When we were young we used to say That you only hear the music when your heart begins to break Now we are the kids from yesterday 'Cause you wanna live forever in the lights you make And now this could be the last of all

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