PastaJoe

You were born in the city Concrete under your feet It's in your moves, it's in your blood You're a man of the street

To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind

I don’t like Fallon because he overly laughs at anything a guest says. Kimmel has become too commercial, I miss his days on The Man Show. Colbert is still good at political observations and interviews. Seth Myers comes closest to the Letterman humor.

Life is a highway I wanna ride it all night long If you're goin' my way Well, I wanna drive it all night long

She said "I know what it's like to be dead I know what it is to be sad And it's making me feel like I've never been born"

He grabbed down by his ankle / foot.

Well when the game is over, I won't walk out a loser And I know that I'll walk out of here again And I know that someday I'll walk out of here again But now I'm trapped, oh yeah! Trapped, oh yeah yeah! Trapped, oh yeah! Trapped, oh yeah!

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends We're so glad you could attend, Come inside, come inside There behind a glass stands a real blade of grass Be careful as you pass, move along, move along

Can I ask you a question? Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room And every single one of your friends was Making fun of you But 15 seconds later they were clapping too? Then what did you do? Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much? Do you wish you could still touch ...her? It's just a question

In my little town I never meant nothing, I was just my father's son, hmm-hmm Saving my money Dreamin' of glory Twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun Really nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town

Left the house this morning Bells were ringing and filled the air I was wearing the cross of my calling On wheels of fire, I come rolling down here Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight

I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills Man came by to hook up my cable TV We settled in for the night my baby and me We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn: There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house, we're born Into this world, we're thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out on loan Riders on the storm

Rip it up, move down Rip it up, move it down to the ground Rip it up, cool down Rip it up, don't hang me on the borderline Everybody have fun tonight Everybody have fun tonight Everybody Wang Chung tonight Everybody have fun tonight Everybody Wang Chung tonight Everybody have fun

Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder with nothing to show When the judge's constipation go to his head And his wife's aggravation, you're soon enough dead It's the same old story Same old song and dance, my friend It's the same old story Same old song and dance, my friend

Yes, and how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind

I never did believe in miracles But I've a feeling it's time to try I never did believe in the ways of magic But I'm beginning to wonder why

You know that I love the little girl I'm talking about I'm in love with the girl I can't live without I'm in love but it feels like I'm wearin' it out I'm in love but I must have picked a bad time to be in love A bad time to be in love

Oh darling, please believe me I'll never do you no harm Believe me when I tell you I'll never do you no harm Oh darling, if you leave me I'll never make it alone Believe me when I beg you Don't ever leave me alone

Everybody loves a clown, so why don't you? Everybody laughs at the things I say and do They all laugh when they see me comin' But you don't laugh, you just go home runnin' Everybody loves a clown, so why can't you? A clown has feelings, too

Set me free, why don't you babe? Get out my life, why don't you babe? You really don't want me, you just keep me hanging on You really don't need me, you just keep me hanging on

Something feels so strange tonight It's not wrong but it's just not right Some hidden complications, fill me with hesitation and it gets so dark in here I can't see through doubts and fears Walled in by expectation, I need a deviation Change in perspective, alternateive view To help me see clearly, observe something new All I want is a window to look through All I need is a window to look through It's the only thing that I really wanna do anyway

Guess I got what I deserved Kept you waiting there too long, my love All that time, without a word Did you really think that I'd forget And regret The special love I have for you My baby blue

Martha, my dear Though I spend my days in conversation Please, remember me Martha, my love Don't forget me Martha, my dear

He was born on a summer day 1951 And with a slap of a hand He landed as an only son His mother and father said what a lovely boy We'll teach him what we learned Ah yes just what we learned We'll dress him up warmly and We'll send him to school It'll teach him how to fight To be nobody's fool Oh, oh what a lonely boy Oh what a lonely boy Oh what a lonely boy