Across the river a good woman cried All because a foolish man had lied She gave up all she had to show how much she cared But the man told so many lies, now another man is over there That woman across the river Sweet woman across the river, she was mine Word got around that he had jilted her And men came running came running from near and far That the man, he's got to know, he's a lucky so and so That woman across the river I met her one day, about a week ago She said, "I don't even want to talk to you 'Cause I don't love you any more" That woman across the river

Across the river a good woman cried All because a foolish man lied She gave up everything Everything that money could buy But the man told so many lies There's another man over there That woman across the river Sweet woman across the river, she was mine Word got around that he had jilted her Men came running from near and far Should've never been so foolish Guess I'll never But the man that's got her now He's a lucky so and so That woman across the river Sweet woman across the river, she was mine I remember the other day, about a week ago She said, "I don't even want to talk to you 'Cause I don't love you anymore" That woman across the river Sweet woman across the river, she was mine Across the river a good woman cried All because a foolish man lied She gave up everything, tried to keep him satisfied But the man told so many lies There's another man over there That woman across the river That woman across the river That woman across the river Sweet woman across the river, she was mine

Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals Yes and a girl is there high heeling across the square Wind it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a face she can like. Church bell clinging on just a trying to get a crowd for Evensong Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays They're all in the station praying for trains Congregation late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he give her a fright He's a crazy lion he's a-howling for a fight Strap hanging gunshot sound Doors slamming on the overground Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone Her evening paper is horror torn But there's hope later for Capricorns Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home Then she's reading about a swing to the right But she's a-thinking about a stranger in the night I'm thinking about the lions Thinking about the lions What happened to the lions tonight. Tonight tonight Thinking about the lions

Can't get no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes on my blue guitar I can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues I can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Or somehow I can't find the cure Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues They say it's mostly vanity That writes the plays we act They tell me that's what everybody knows There's no such thing as sanity And that's the sanest fact That's the way the story goes Oh yeah Oh, yeah Blues Can't get no remedy on my TV It's nothing but the same old news Well, they can't find a way to be One world in harmony Can't get no antidote for blues Alright, yeah, blues Blues Oh yeah Blues Alright

I seen a girl on a one-way corridor Stealing down a wrong-way street For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on, on her feet Well, the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl But the roller girl, she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all No fear alone at night She's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight And the music's playing loud Hallelujah, here she comes Queen rollerball And enchanté, what can I say? Don't care at all You know, she used to have to wait around She used to be the lonely one But now that she can skate around town She's the only, only one No fear alone at night She's sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones are tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means And the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long She tortures taxi drivers just for fun She likes to read their lips Says, "Toro, toro, taxi, see ya tomorrow, my son" I swear, she let a big truck grease her hip Aw, she got her own world in the city, yeah You can't intrude on her, no, no, no, no She got her own world in the city The city's been so rude to her No fears alone at night Sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones so tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means But the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long Slippin' and a-slidin' Yeah, life's a rollerball Slippin' and a-slidin' Skateaway, that's all Skateaway Sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway Now, sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey She's singing sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway

We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incummunicado No comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah but in the communiqué You know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade Maybe he can talk about himself Maybe he could talk about the money that he made Maybe he be saying something else But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Well now the rumours are flying Speculation rife They say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Say he's at the station and he's coming home alone Then we get the story The serious piece And a photography a taken in the hall And you don't have to worry with the previous release Right now he's saying nothing at all But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he mean Maybe on a Monday he'll have something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Communication