[Groupie:] "Oh my God, what a fabulous room! "Are all these your guitars?" [Film in background:] "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!" [Groupie:] "God, this place is bigger than our apartment." "Uh, could I get a drink of water?" [Film:] "Let me know when you are entering a room" Yes sir!" [Groupie:] "Ya want some? Huh?" [Film:] "Yes" [Groupie:] "Oh wow! Look at this tub!" "You wanna take a bath?" [Film:] "I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for here main..." [Groupie:] "What're you watching?" [Film:] "If you'll just let me know as soon as you can....Mrs. Bancroft. Mrs. Bancroft..." [Groupie:] "Hello?" [Film:] "I don't understand..." [Groupie:] "Are you feeling ok?"
Day after day Love turns gray Like the skin on the dying man And night after night We pretend it's all right But I have grown older And you have grown colder And nothing is very much fun, anymore And I can feel One of all my turns coming on I feel Cold as a razor blade Tight as a tourniquet Dry as a funeral drum
Run to the bedroom In the suitcase on the left You'll find my favorite axe Don't look so frightened This is just a passing phase One of my bad days Would you like to watch TV? Or get between the sheets? Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? Would ya? Would you like to see me try? Ohh, No...
Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away?
I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats with scarves of red tied ’round their throats to keep their little heads from fallin’ in the snow And I turned ’round and there you go And, Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars
Look at me, look at me hands in the air like it's good to be ALIVE and I'm a famous rapper even when the paths're all crookedy I can show you how to do-si-do I can show you how to scratch a record I can take apart the remote control And I can almost put it back together I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm Proud to be an American" Me and my friend saw a platypus Me and my friend made a comic book And guess how long it took I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
I can keep rhythm with no metronome No metronome No metronome
I can see your face on the telephone On the telephone On the telephone
Look at me Look at me Just called to say that it's good to be ALIVE In such a small world All curled up with a book to read I can make money open up a thrift store I can make a living off a magazine I can design an engine sixty four Miles to a gallon of gasoline I can make new antibiotics I can make computers survive aquatic conditions I know how to run a business And I can make you wanna buy a product Movers shakers and producers Me and my friends understand the future I see the strings that control the systems I can do anything with no assistance I can lead a nation with a microphone With a microphone With a microphone I can split the atoms of a molecule Of a molecule Of a molecule
Look at me Look at me Driving and I won't stop And it feels so good to be Alive and on top My reach is global My tower secure My cause is noble My power is pure I can hand out a million vaccinations Or let'em all die in exasperation Have'em all healed of their lacerations Have'em all killed by assassination I can make anybody go to prison Just because I don't like'em and I can do anything with no permission I have it all under my command I can guide a missile by satellite By satellite By satellite and I can hit a target through a telescope Through a telescope Through a telescope and I can end the planet in a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust In a holocaust
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handle bars No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars.
