Something in the way Something in the way, yeah Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling

Can't get with me, now I'm grown Grown now, grown now Don't you know that I'm grown now, grown now Don't you know that I can hold my own, boy you missed the boat I'm sitting back baby watching you burn 'Cause what you think ain't my concern About time

Down with love Take it away, take it away Give it back to the birds To bees and the Viennese Down with eyes romantic and stupid Down with sighs, down with cupid Brother let's stuff that dove With flowers and rice and shoes The root of all midnight blues

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Fools on parade That you would rather be beside than in front of The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing She's just giggling along Fools on parade cavort and carry on For waiting eyes But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the

I don't want to fade away In your heart I want to stay Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you? Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back? Give me one more day, please I'd gladly do it because I'd gladly do it 'cause Give me one more day

Big wheels turning Baby I know Turning, turning... I remember the dead of night A lonely light that shines upon the window I see it all so clear The tenderness, the silent tears Out here in the pouring rain Through cold dark waiting days

Wo bist du, wo bist du Die schönen Mädchen sind nicht schön Die warmen Hände sind so kalt Alle Uhren bleiben stehen Lachen ist nicht mehr gesund und bald So allein will ich nicht sein Ich liebe dich, ich liebe dich nicht Ich liebe dich nicht mehr, ich

Crying lightning And twisted and deranged Your past-times, consisted of the strange And I hate that little game you had called Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On

To the skies See Carolus rise Born to rule I was chosen by heaven Say my name when you pray With the lord my protector Make them bow to my will They thought I was too young to rule the land Just as they failed to understand