Playin' with my love and affection That ain't smart, no that ain't smart, oh If you're messin' around in the dark So little girl that's why I'm tellin' you The boogie man is gonna get you The Boogie Man will get ya My mama told me when I was quite young

With a satisfied mind How many times have You heard someone say If I had his money I could do things my way But little they know That it's so hard to find One rich man in ten Once I was waitin'

Little boys with their porno I'm not over it Every man that you know Would have run at the word go Oh, I know they hurt you so You can cry I won't go You can scream, I won't go Makes me feel like something's wrong with me

I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm Better watch out for the scammers, ooh Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm She a pretty little dancer, ooh I might take her to my mansion, hmm Hit her, then I vanish, ooh All

James Dean went out to Hollywood A young man from a small town With a very large imagination Gave way to the sound below And put his picture in a Picture Show. Every time he clicks his Kodak pics He steals a little bit of soul. Lay alone in his room with

And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no no no I'm a rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up there alone She packed my bags last night, pre-flight

Let me, let me love it gone Little barefoot dancing Little kissing in the kitchen romancing And a bottle of wine that's been waiting Whatever's wrong, shake it off your list Girl, I want, I want I wanna get lost in your lipstick Oh, baby, let me love it,

Won't you please look down on me? A little mercy is all I need I say, angel of mercy Angel of mercy Oh, angel of mercy I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya, But you look sick enough

Yeah some kind of gift they're given That makes this life worth livin' And it makes a man a man Somethin' about a woman Yeah some kind sweet little something That I may never understand Oh there's nothing like that She pulled her hair back to sun her

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?) There are many things to talk about Be constructive There are weapons we can use Be constructive with your blues Even when it's only warnings Even when you talk the war games Oh why don't