Lyrics:
now (what about that?)
I wanna hear some Arthur Conley
Well, what about Edwin Starr?
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
'm
talking to Arthur Conley (?), now, Arthur Conley, I'm talking to ya',
I'm saying Arthur where
are ya, Arthur where are ya, we need you to help us Arthur
A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side, at the end of a weary day.
To sit by his side and listen to him talk and agree with the things he'll say.
[Originally by Arthur Crudup]
Well, that's all right mama
That's all right for you
That's all right now mama
Just any way you do
That's all right
need any help?)
I can handle this job all by myself
Well, I love my baby, she's a little lovin' hugger
Cute as a button and sweet as sugar
I'm gonna
worse than PMS
This job ain't worth the pay
Can't wait 'til the end of the day
Honey, I'm on my way
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Honey, I'm home and I had
A fella needs a girl to sit by his side
At the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
And agree with the things he'll
A fellow needs a girl, to sit by his side
At the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
And agree with the things he'll say!
the one and only one
He grew up and by and by
He came to be a beautiful guy
on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging
A fellow needs a girl, to sit by his side
At the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
And agree with the things he'll say!
Guess I really went and messed it up again
Now, my baby's goner than the Tulsa wind
Judgin' by the stone-sober state I'm in
Need to crack one wide open
all my family from Chatham to Zambia
Treat the demons just like Pam
I mean I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina
I been this way since Arthur was
stress, I must confess
This could be worse than PMS
This job ain't worth the pay
Can't wait 'til the end of the day
H-Hey honey, I'm on my way
Hey
on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging
OBSCENE
AND BY ALL ACCOUNTS INTRUSIVE
MR. WILL TOLD MISS DONNA
YOU CAN SPEND ALL THE TIME
YOU NEED HERE
I KEEP ALL OF MY PRIZED REFLECTIONS
IN GLASS JARS
Where am I going? Do I need any luggage?
I need to leave my past behind.
now filled with builders' trucks
Replacing old with new, making profit for the few
I'm sitting on Arthur's Seat, looking down at the lights of Leith
follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said, this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me?
No, not at all
Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me?
No, not at all
Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I
the morning came
And I, I, I, I said I
'Cause I know by the way I feel
She's got to be real (fa la la la)
Imagine the Mona Lisa mixed with a
Girl from
Would you like to learn to dance? Well, I can show you how
Gotta book here, all you need to know
We can draw the Arthur Murray patterns
Right here
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