I got to go to the studio to see Rocketship 7 live. I spilled my bottle of orange soda on my corduroy pants. ? Then afterwards Dialing for Dollars was on the other side of the studio.
I'm here to please I'm even on my knees Makin' love to whoever I please I gotta do it my way I gotta do it my way And when you came around You tried to tie me down I was such a clown You had to have it your way Well I'm sayin' no way
So why don't you turn me loose Turn me loose Turn me loose I gotta do it my way Or no way at all
Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time Breaking all of the rules that would bend I began to find myself searchin' Searching for shelter again and again
Against the wind A little something against the wind I found myself seeking shelter against the wind
Climbing up on Solsbury HillI could see the city lightWind was blowing, time stood stillEagle flew out of the nightHe was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voiceStanding, stretching every nerveHad to listen, had no choiceI did not believe the informationJust had to trust imaginationMy heart going boom, boom, boom"Son", he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home"
Cinnamon let me in Cinnamon let me in Sha la, la, la, la, la, la Sha la, la, la, la, la, la
One potato, two potato Three potato, four Open up Cinnamon I want more Five potato, six potato Seven potato, eight Sock it to me Cinnamon I can't wait
I left Buffalo for Syracuse in 1970 because of my father’s job. Had stops in Milwaukee, Houston, Tyler, and Albany before coming back to Syracuse. And then my family all moved back to Buffalo, but I’m still in Syracuse.
Candy on the beach, there's nothing better But I like candy when it's wrapped in a sweater Some day soon I'll make you mine Then I'll have candy all the time
I want candy I want candy
It's love, Brother Love sayBrother Love's Travelling Salvation ShowPack up the babiesAnd grab the old ladiesAnd everyone goes'Cause everyone knows'Bout Brother Love's show
Well, bless my soul, what's wrong with me?I'm itching like a man on a fuzzy treeMy friends say I'm actin' ***** as a bugI'm in love, I'm all shook upUh huh huh, oh, hey, yeah, yeah
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesOoh, look out, you rock 'n' rollersCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strangeCh-ch-changesPretty soon now you're gonna get olderTime may change meBut I can't trace timeI said that time may change meBut I can't trace time
But there ain't no doubt girl, down hereWe ain't gonna take what they're handing outWhen I'm out in the streetI walk the way I want to walkWhen I'm out in the streetI talk the way I want to talkBaby, out in the street I don't feel sad or blueBaby, out in the street I'll be waiting for you