What ya gonna do when the angel's come
Ya move on; can't move them
I'm gonna get your kicks from the 911
It's moving; so soothing
Your passions deplete, it's just looking to feed
Your own fantasy
The blind side of you is a bad dream come true
That you can't see
[CHORUS]
From an Angel's Eye
Kiss Your Life Goodbye
From An Angel's Eye
Ain't no place to hide
Tell me what you see through an Angel's Eye
The halo; on fire
You never really know till it's do or die
Your devil's desire
Your running in place like a rat in a race
Going no where
The evil you speaks from the tongue of the freaks
So don't go there
[CHORUS]
[GUITAR SOLO]
What ya gonna do when the angel's come
What ya gonna do when you come undone
I'm gonna get your kicks from the 911
Ya so bad; can't hold them
From an Angel's Eye
Kiss your life goodbye
From an angel angel angel's eye
Ain't no place to hide
Fallen Angel
Fallen Angel
Fallen Angeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel.
(Berry)
Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
It's gotta be rock and roll music
If you wanna dance with me
If you wanna dance with me
I've got no kick against modern jazz
Unless they try to play it too darn fast
And lose the beauty of the melody
Until they sound just like a symphony
That's why I go for that that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
It's gotta be rock and roll music
If you wanna dance with me
If you wanna dance with me
I took my loved one over across the tracks
So she can hear my man awail a sax
I must admit they have a rocking band
Man, they were blowing like a hurricane
That's why I go for that that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
It's gotta be rock and roll music
If you wanna dance with me
If you wanna dance with me
Way down South they had a jubilee
The jokey folks they had a jamboree
They're drinking home brew from a water cup
The folks dancing there are all shook up
And started playing that that rock and roll music
Any old time you use it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
It's gotta be rock and roll music
If you wanna dance with me
If you wanna dance with me
Don't care to hear them play a tango
And In The Mood they take a mambo
It's way to early for a congo
So keep a rocking that piano
That's why I go for that that rock and roll music
Any old time you use it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Gotta be rock and roll music
If you wanna dance with me
If you wanna dance with me
"The Chanuka Song"
"Okay...
This is a song that uhh..
There's a lot of Christmas songs out there and uhh..
not too many Chanukah songs.
So uhh..
I wrote a song for all those nice little Jewish kids who don't get to hear
any Chanukah songs.
Here we go..."
Put on your yarmulke
Here comes Chanukah
So much funukah
To celebrate Chanukah
Chanukah is the festival of lights
Instead of one day of presents, we have eight crazy nights
When you feel like the only kid in town without a Christmas tree
Here's a list of people who are Jewish just like you and me
David Lee Roth lights the menorah
So do James Caan, Kirk Douglas, and the late Dinah Shore-ah
Guess who eats together at the Carnegie Deli
Bowser from Sha Na Na and Arthur Fonzerelli
Paul Newman's half Jewish, Goldie Hawn's half too
Put them together, what a fine lookin' Jew
You don't need "Deck The Halls" or "Jingle Bell Rock"
'Cause you can spin a dreidel with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock- both Jewish
Put on your yarmulke
It's time for Chanukah
The owner of the Seattle Supersonicahs
Celebrates Chanukah
O.J. Simpson, not a Jew
But guess who is? Hall of famer Rod Carew- he converted
We got Ann Landers and her sister Dear Abby
Harrison Ford's a quarter Jewish- not too shabby
Some people think that Ebenezer Scrooge is
Well he's not, but guess who is
All three Stooges
So many Jews are in showbiz
Tom Cruise isn't, but I heard his agent is
Tell your friend Veronica
It's time to celebrate Chanukah
I hope I get a harmonicah
Oh this lovely, lovely Chanukah
So drink your gin and tonicah
And smoke your marijuanikah
If you really, really wannakah
Have a happy, happy, happy, happy Chanukah
Happy Chanukah
ADMIT IT!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
That vaguely set your doctrine of beliefs,
You know nothing of art or sex
That you couldn't read in any
Trendy new york underground fashion magazine...
Proto-typical non-conformist.
You are a vacuous soldier
Of the thrift store gastapo.
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by
An unseen panel of hipster judges
BULLSHIT!!!!
Giving your thumbs up and thumbs down
To incoming and outgoing trends
And styles of music and art.
Go analog baby,
You're so post-modern.
You're diving face forward into an antiquated past,
It's disgusting!
It's offensive!
Go stick your nose in it!
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends,
Partipicating to each other,
Forever competing for that one moment
Of self agrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight,
Holding dominion over the entire SHALLOW....POINTLESS...conversation. Oh we're not worthy.
When you walk by a group
Of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself,
Patting yourself on the back as you scoff.
It's the same superority complex
Shared by the high school jocks
Who made your life a living hell,
Makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life BITCHING about!
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself?
You're free to whine. It will not get you far.
I do just fine, my car and my guitar.
I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done,
Proud of myself and the loner I've become.
Well let me tell you this,
I am shamelessly self involved.
I spend hours in front of the mirror
To make my hair elegantly disheveled.
I worry about how this album will sell because
I believe it will determine the amount of
SEX
I will have in the future.
I self-medicate with drugs and alcohol
To help treat my extreme social anxiety problem.
You are a FAKER!
You are a FRAUD!
You're living a LIE!
You don't impress me!
You don't intimidate me!
ADMIT IT!
Why don't you bow down,
Lie on the ground, then walk this ****ing plank!
I'm proud of my life
And the things that I have done,
Proud of myself and the loner i've become.
You're free to whine.
It will not get you far. I do just fine, my car and my guitar,
And I am done with this.
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city,
My car and my guitar.
You're urgently unfulfilled,
When I'm dead I'll rest.