I used to sing for you I remember there was a time When I used to sing for you Do do do, do do do One, two, one, two, three, four Sweet and high at the break of dawn Simple tune that you can hum along too Knew all the words to the popular songs

Standin' on the corner Of Toulouse and Dauphine Waitin' on Marie-Ondine I'm tryin' to place a tune Under a Louisiana moonbeam On the planet of New Orleans In a bar they call The Saturn And in her eyes of green And somethin' that she said in a dream

I'm okay with who I, who I am today Wanna live freely, why isn't it so easy? I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV And I know this lifestyle doesn't really feed me I just tune out to the voice inside that's speaking All my little problems

And right out the other, It goes In One Ear, People talkin' shit but you know we'll never bother, They say that we ain't got the style, We ain't got the class, We ain't got the tunes that's goin to put us on the map And I'm a phony in disguise, Trying to

And don't you know each cloud contains I knew I'd get ya And every time it rains, it rains, pennies from heaven (shoob doobie) Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven (shoob doobie) You'll find your fortune fallin' all over the town Be

Bad luck don't bother me I'm used to misfortune, baby Used to the bitter end I'm used to trial and troubles 'Cause I never had a friend--bad luck Well, well, bad luck Well, I'm used to trial and troubles I'm used to takin' beatings Used to being alone

Redefine yourself See it in your mind This is all a game This is my fortune Well I see, because this is my window Your questions, with every move I make So much time, I filled up with answers To why my feet, will always hold their ground Need to be the

The man's too big, the man's too strong And I can still hear his laughter and I can still hear his song I'm just an aging drummer boy and in the wars I used to play And I've called the tune to many a torching session Now they say I am a war criminal and

I'm drowning, I'm drowning Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you Voices disappear when you are speaking, in sombre tunes I will be the wolf and when you're starving, you'll need it too It isn't you, it isn't You are right, I'll move on But

(Getting in tune to the straight and narrow) Right in on you Right in on you (right in on you) Getting in tune to the straight and narrow Yeh I'm getting in tune to the straight and narrow Right in tune I'm in tune And I'm gonna tune I'm getting in tune