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on the bottom, down to my new pair of shoes
Down on the bottom, down to my new pair of shoes
I'm down by the lakeside, thinking 'bout my baby blue

Last night
They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
You're
They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
To the biggest mess in town
Then put on your dressing gown
Screw your head on upside down
Drink yourself into the ground

The bottles by the sink
They're
They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
Complain, express ideas in her brain.
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets,
Built with lives
Remembered in plans
A history of no-ones
For the glory of just one man
Should Smith now fall
Then Taylor takes his place
We're
a million children
Fire and fear in a suicide eye
Golden stairway to a Zeppelin heaven
Rolling thunder under New York sky

Frank 'n' Ella, Ray 'What'd I
married and had a baby
His name was Johnnie

Wait a minute, that's me
Why am I only three years old again
Spinning and spinning and spinning

There
To the biggest mess in town
Then put on your dressing gown
Screw your head on upside down
Drink yourself into the ground

The bottles by the sink
They're
Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys down
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
One day Taylor sent me a picture 
From her Special Olympics race 
And I could tell just by the looks of it 
She was coming in last place 
But she
Yeah, I'm giving it over

Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
which pete had wound tightly with copper wire and called his pick-up and in turn made it louder by what fat-head jokingly called, Pete's Amp. 
Well,
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
sit in this honky tonk livin' proof that whiskey can't sing

I was well on my way to bein' the star that I always knew I'd be
All over the hitparade
together
That night in the gazebo
My Chuck Taylor's 
Got mirrors 
In lieu of patch
So I can see a real star
Out here where 
We're peerless
I feel moved every
move fast, you blink, you could miss it
I just sit back and, think of my last 20 years
6 pack, gunnin my years, jet black, blunt in my ear

Real
And tobacco brunettes
I'll be drinking to forget you
Lite another cigarette
And the band's playing somethin'
By Johnnie Barnett
And the drinks are on me
called Johnnie
He played a little mean guitar

No matter how hard I try
I want to fly like a bird in the sky
I want to fly like a bird in the sky

I
come boy, choose life or death

The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks,
lies)
There they go lying again (you're telling lies)

________________________________________________
*written by Bob Geldof and Johnnie Fingers
*taken
the fairest of maidens
She out shined all others that I'd known by far
I had a friend, a big fella, named big Harlan Taylor
Harlan had a rubber-tired, new
and every one of you straight to hell!
I want my man
Who's done me wrong!".

Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase,
Screamin', "Oh Frankie, don't
and every one of you straight to hell!
I want my man
Who's done me wrong!".

Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase,
Screamin', "Oh Frankie, don't
and every one of you straight to hell!
I want my man
Who's done me wrong!".

Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase,
Screamin', "Oh Frankie, don't