Everybody's talking at me I don't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Thru' the pouring rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Backing off of the North East wind Sailing on summer breeze And skipping over the ocean like a stone I'm going where the sun keeps shining Thru' the pouring rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Backing off of the North East wind Sailing on summer breeze And skipping over the ocean like a stone Everybody's talking at me I don't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind I don't want you leave my love behind No, I don't want you leave my love behind I don't want you leave my love behind

People are sayin' That boy is gonna hurt you his kind of love is not for real He's only playin' Foolin' with your heart girl but I know how he makes me feel And I don't need any other proof They just don't understand They don't know the truth Momma says he's bad for me Poppa says I'll be sorry Everybody's talkin' my baby down And all my friends doubt him Tell me I should live without him Everybody's talkin' my baby down He's not like the others Nobody wants to see it they don't even wanna try Judge a book by it's cover And you'll never know the story There's so much more than meets the eye Oh and I know his heart is true I don't need anyone to tell me what to do Momma says he's bad for me Poppa says I'll be sorry Everybody's talkin' my baby down And all my friends doubt him Tell me I should live without him Everybody's talking my baby down My sisters and my brothers Tell me I should find another Everybody's talkin' my baby down Oh, but they can't feel his touch They can't feel his kiss They don't know what it's like to be loved like this I don't care about their point of view 'Cause it's understood When the love is good Nothin' else is gonna do (Momma says he's bad for me) (Poppa says I'll be sorry) Everybody's talkin' my baby down And all my friends doubt him Tell me I should live without him Everybody's talkin' my baby down My baby down, my baby down Baby, baby down Down, baby down Down (Momma says he's bad for me) (Poppa says I'll be sorry) Tell me my baby down No they can't feel, no they don't care My baby down 'Cause it's understood When the love is good Nothin' else is gonna do No they don't care, no need care They don't even wanna try There's so much more than meets the eye

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)

(Ramones) They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop

(Heaton/Rotheray) Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer "anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No-one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be And like the stories that just happened No-one thought of, no-one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone He knows "hello" in eighteen languages "I love you" in only one By the time he's got his phrase-book The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway

Have fun And if you can't have fun Have someone else's fun 'Cause someone sure had mine They came in Now they're having a whale of a time And you should grow a beard A beard to tell a thousand stories never told before A beard to tell you tales, whilst the fireplace roars The closing of relationships and the opening of doors The starting of hostilities and the ending of wars Take care And if you couldn't care Take someone else's care 'Cause someone took my care They went there and then they were not there We should have a baby And then I wouldn't feel quite so sad And then I'd feel like Paul the Saint and not Jack the Lad A baby that'll make me feel so very glad I've had a life of booze, but that's all I've ever had 'Cause I'm the King of Misery The Prince of the torn apart And you're the lighthouse keeper To the owner of a ship-wrecked heart Take heart And if you can't take heart Take someone else's heart Someone took my heart They came in, now I'm torn apart We should grey together Not that pigeon-chested Trafalgar grey The grey that greets you on that first October day The grey of Russian front, whilst wolves bay And the skeleton of life that love decays 'Cause you're the Queen of Sadness The Princess of the House of Pain And you're the final match To the holder of this flickering flame Have fun (Have fun) Have fun