1: Rhonda been crippled in loveShort changed and hung

I think of those East End lightsMuggy nightsThe curtains

1: saidA fool would say it's overBut insteadThe voice

Elton John, A Tribe Called hear electric music (What

1: kid, shake it loose togetherThe spotlight's hitting somethingThat's

Why's it never light on my lawnWhy does it rain and

1: Bright Light Bright wish we were leavingI wish

my hand and lead the wayOut of the darkness

1: me close, you're just to farOr I can

Wake up in the morning with a head like ‘what ya

The weather man, he looks confusedShakes his fist at the sky

maestro! What's with that music? Eesh, something tells me

is a many splendored thingLove lifts us up where we

it's carnival nightAnd they're stringing the lights around youHanging

story, tale or memoirEvery saga or romanceWhether true or fabricatedWhether

life, one has to face a huge assortmentOf nauseating fads

me in my dreams recurringCheerful as a childhood danceInto one

me for granted, I think that I could stand

if you want a role modelOf a life most blissfully

morning world, it's a brand new dayI'm packing my