Today
There used to be a better kind,
of rockin' rolling super stars.
They'd strut around and do their thing,
All I know how to do is sing.
And I don't do that so well,
I never saw many things from hell,
I'm just a regular white guy
who's afraid to...
I guess that I could drink a beer,
and smoke a dobbie to get duced.
But that depleates my energy,
And screws up all my business moves
Gotta make it stonecold clean
Gotta dress up to my name
I'm just a regular white guy,
whos afraid to rock so hard,
Honeymoon Croon
Honeymoon croon tonight
Sew my socks tonight
I say whose on the rare tonight
Lurking lipstick tickle fickle
Marylin's on
Send her by air mail, PAR AVION
Certificate X tacy in my head
Hire out Sybil Vane for my bed
Croon croon tonight
Honeymoon tonight
Sew my sock tonight - tonight
She insists on tying down
After the soldier sailor curfew
All alone in the cathedral bar
She preys in dockland
He asks to see her hidden side
She, the color of his money
Honeymoon croon tonight
Marylin fading fast better get straight
The catch from the sidewalk is in a state
The sound of footstep - mummy's here
I'll be a good boy I'll never fear
Better fix her drink tonight bed time's come
Must blot out this urge to use my gun