The World Is Waiting for the Sunrise (Live At the Iridium, June 2010) [feat. Imelda May] - Jeff Beck, Jimmy Page, Ron Wood, Joe Perry, Flea & Metallica

(Doo-bee-doo-bee-do-bah) (Doo-bee-doo-bee-do-bah) (Doo-bee-doo-bee-do-bah) (Doo-bee-doo-bee-do-bah) (Perry) He's a semiaquatic Egg laying mammal of action (Doo-bee-doo-bee-do-bah) (Doo-bee-doo-bee-do-bah) He's a furry little flatfoot Who'll never flinch from a fray He's got more than just mad skill He's got a beaver tail and bill And the women swoon Whenever they hear him say - He's Perry, Perry the Platypus (You can call him Agent P) Perry (I said you can call him Agent P) Agent P

Stars, they come and go They come fast, they come slow They go like the last light of the sun all in a blaze All you see is glory But it gets lonely there When there's no one there to share We can shake it away If we hear a story People lust for fame Like athletes in a game They break they collarbones And come up swinging Some of them are crowned Some of them are downed Some are lost and never found But most have seen it all They live their lives in sad cafés and music halls They always have a story Some make it when they're young Before the world has done its dirty job And later on, someone will say "You've had your day Now you must make way" But you'll never know the pain Of living with a name you never owned The years of forgetting what you know too well But you who gave the crown Have been let down You try to make amends Without defending Perhaps pretending You never saw the eyes Of a young soul of 25 That followed as you walk Asked for autographs Kissed you on the cheek You never quite believe They really loved you, never Some make it when they're old Perhaps they have a soul They're not afraid to bare Or perhaps there's nothing there Only their own story Stars, they come and go They come fast, they come slow They go like the last light of the sun all in a blaze All you see is glory But it gets lonely there Some people play a fine guitar I could listen to them play all day Stars, they come and go They come fast, they come slow They go like the last light of the sun all in a blaze All you see is glory But it gets lonely there When there's no one there to share We can shake it away If you have a story