jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed,

1: Elton am here to tell you we can

I'm counting on a memory to get me out of hereI'm

looking at a funeral wagon rolling downA two-lane highway

hear you singing, "I Shall Be Released"Like a chainsaw

Why don't ya come on downLet me tell ya what I

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the bandPretty eyed, pirate

Don't, Don't go go breaking my heartI couldn't

jean baby, L.A. lady, she was a seamstress for the

There's a calm surrender to the rush of dayWhen the heat

is a many splendored thingLove lifts us up where we

I'm building a birdFrom the wreck of a storySomething I once

you've been away cavortingMatters here have moved apaceNow I need

Não há muito que eu não dividiCom  você, por onde andeiE 

1: Elton hardly think I'm qualifiedTo come across all

few more days and we'll be home in gloryAlready

Here's a songHere's a little punk rock song for

is my houseThis is where I liveThat is the

I feel too old to workToo young to dieBut

Talk of making loveTake your timeTo bluff your way to stayLet