Nazareth - The Mantovani Orchestra

Drinkin' my wine, makes me feel fine Gonna have me a holiday Poor man's party, rich man's daughter Gettin' hotter and hotter She's pushin' way too hard I don't want any part of her way Drinkin' my wine, makes me feel fine Gonna have me a holiday It's a holiday... It's a holiday Mama mama please, no more jaguars I don't want to be a pop star Mama mama please, no more deckhands I don't want to be a sailor man Mama mama please, no more face lifts I just don't know which one you is Mama mama please, no more husbands Drinkin' my wine, wastin' my time Hidin' out in my rented dream Lookin' for attention A cover story mention in Life magazine Ask the chauffeur who he knows Numbers he's got, lots of those Drinkin' my wine, spendin' my time Tryin' to run from this Halloween It's a holiday... It's a holiday Mama mama please, no more jaguars I don't want to be a pop star Mama mama please, no more deckhands I don't want to be a sailor man Mama mama please, no more face lifts I just don't know which one you is Mama mama please, no more husbands (I don't know who my daddy is) It's a holiday... It's a holiday Mama mama please, no more jaguars I don't want to be a pop star Mama mama please, no more deckhands I don't want to be a sailor man Mama mama please, no more face lifts I just don't know which one you is Mama mama please, no more husbands (I don't know who my daddy is)

And I'll see you when the wrath comes Knocking on your bedroom door with money Building you a kingdom Dripping from the open mouth, I'll show you What you look like, from the inside And I'll see you when the wrath comes Around Tonight, tonight Tonight you have the answer Tonight, tonight Tonight you have the answer Let's load the gun Make her eat the tape in the bathroom mirror See if she can guess what A hollow point does to a naked body Let's fuck her up Manifest pain at the core of pleasure I'll see you when the wrath comes Around Tonight, tonight Tonight you have the answer Tonight, tonight Tonight you have the answer Let's load the gun (They won't be missing you) (They won't be missing you) Let's load the gun (They won't be missing you) (They won't be missing you) Let's load the gun (I'll see you when the wrath comes) See you when the wrath comes Let's load the gun (I'll see you when the wrath comes)

I know what I need, I need you I can't see nothing else, all I can see is you I don't care what they say about my state of mind I know what's good for me, and you are just my kind We are animals We are animals We are animals We are animals I know what I want, I want you Shed your clothes forget your codes You know this is nothing new I smell your scent, I taste your sweat I feel this passion too Let's trust our senses, not our minds Let's break all the rules We are animals We are animals We are animals We are animals We are animals We are animals Come with me, run with me, leave this world behind Come to me, come with me, I know that we will find We are animals We are animals We are animals We are animals We are animals We are animals We are animals We are animals

Keep the shadows off, off my back And my melodies on your tracks Seely, cinematic trouble on my mind Lonesome is the road to leave it all behind Remember what you did, and never let it go Keep it all inside, and never say so In your eyes, you're still a child, skin and stones Look into the mirror, see you're getting old Looking at each other, we are getting older We are all famous, we are all golden To anyone these days We are all ageless, we are all chosen To anyone these days To nobody (ooh) To nobody, one day Just like a smiling crescent moon Only a vision, gone so soon I know I'm the worrying kind But, oh, I'm only trying, only trying to find Remember what you did, and never let it go Keep it all inside, and never say so In your eyes, you're still a child, skin and stones Look into the mirror, see you're getting old Looking at each other, we are getting older We are all famous, we are all golden To anyone these days We are all ageless, we are all chosen To anyone these days To nobody (ooh) To nobody, one day

If you want to go out You've got to take her out, cocaine And if you want to get down Down on the ground, cocaine She don't lie She don't lie She don't lie, cocaine Well if you've had bad news You want to kick your blues, cocaine And if your day is done But you just got to run on, cocaine She don't lie She don't lie She don't lie, cocaine Feeling is gone but you just Got to ride on, cocaine But don't forget this fact You just can't get it back, cocaine She don't lie She don't lie She don't lie, cocaine She don't lie She don't lie She don't lie, cocaine (Cale) (Copyright 1979 skyhill publishing company inc.)