Lyrics:
when the rock and roll nightmare's here,
I start to worry 'bout my whole career!
And when the rock and roll nightmare's gone,
I jump about with my
and learn.
And love is gone, ballerina, gone
So on with your career, you can't afford a backward glance.
Dance on and on and on
A thousand people here
My mom does not know my career
My mom does not know my career
My mom does not know my career
My mom does not know my career
Let's go back in time
easy
The contemplator all those years
No you must adhere
To your new career of liberation
You've been cast all by yourself
You're free at last
You broke
and my asthma's getting worse
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school
queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year
you up
Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage
And woke my sleeping demons up
You were not yet born
When my career began in '59
a great career he had say goodbye to Billy be Bad
queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Well, maybe next year
Everybody dance, oh yeah
Crazy and a nighttime angel
She had a colorful career
Always doing it right
And her laugh was so original
Dealing
Everybody dance, oh yeah
Crazy and a nighttime angel
She had a colorful career
Always doing it right
And her laugh was so original
Dealing
Jacques had called to stop a career
I wanna be a narrator
For the Jacques Cousteau show
Swimming under water with my microphone
I'd record noises in
All i ever wanted was a shoplifting career
Standing at the bus stop
Feeling pretty queer
All i ever wanted was a might to disappear
Ever since i
going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm
Oh the fire is slowly dying
(my career is slowly dying)
And my
easy
The contemplator all those years
No you must adhere
To your new career of liberation
You've been cast all by yourself
You're free at last
You broke
queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns? Send in the clowns
Well, maybe next year
Dream-dancing
Oh, what a lucky windfall
Touchung you, clutching you
All the night through
So say you love me, dear
And let me make my career
Dream-dancing
here.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe
it with you and your career
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
That you've
they can talk-the way they dress
Can't get no jobs-can't get no careers
With safety pins-stuck through their ears
And it's such a crime
How they
fearsome, HERE SON
and remember your rap career's done
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[Rick] Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
you ready for a real career?
Will you be so cool
When it's happening here?
It don't say nothing that I haven't heard
If what I hear is true
You
I'm totally worried about this COVID-19 thing
It seems like really crazy, like really intense
Cuz I'm like...I have a pop career.
Wait, what? What do
anymore
It's not funny anymore
Play what you want to play
Hear what you wanna hear
Don't worry about the result
Or the effect it has on your career
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