Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

See how they run Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun

The blue lights were shinin' Bringing out the freedom in your eyes I was too busy watching you Going wild child To be worried about going to jail You were thinking that Running for it Would make a good story I was thinking you were crazy as hell

What's the name of the game? Does it mean anything to you? I was an impossible case But I think I can see in your face Can you feel it the way I do? Your smile and the sound of your voice So I wanna know I'm a bashful child willing to grow And you make

Ain't no way I wanna build those castles in the sand Like hen I was a child I wanna build those castles in the sand Like when I was a child I wanna leave My footprints on this earth

My brothers said that I was rotten to the core I was the youngest child, so I got by with more I guess she was tired by the time I came along, she'd laugh until she cried I could do no wrong. She would always save me, because I was her baby I worked a

It's a love without end, amen Let me tell you a secret about a father's love A secret that my daddy said was just between us He said daddies don't just love their children every now and then I got sent home from school one day with a shiner on my eye

We found safety glowing within ourselves Just two children waiting at the window for the rain to stop Everything and anything I ever wanted really never meant And I was over taken, over whelmed and out of control Visitors on parallel trails, unknowingly

I was the last child, just a punk in the street Home sweet home Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up on my feet in the city Got to get back to the real nitty-gritty Yes sir, no sir Don't come

Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those