Well, I don't think I can handle this
A cloudy day in Metropolis
I think I'll talk to my analyst
I got it so bad for this little journalist
It drives me up the wall and through the roof
Lois and Clark an a telephone booth
I think I'm going out of my brain
I got it so bad for little miss Lois Lane
Lois Lane please put me in your plan
Yeah, Lois Lane you don't need no Superman
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I got a pocketful of Kryptonite
He's leaping buildings in a single bound
I'm reading Shakespeare in my place downtown
Come on down town and make love to me
I'm Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see
He's faster than a bullet stronger than a train
He's the one who got lucky, got his cape around miss Lois Lane
I can't believe my dilemma is real
I'm competing with the man of steel.
What time is it?
Four-thirty
It's now late, naw, naw...
Just early, early, early
President, he sweat through his talcum
Newspaper man, he watch like a falcon
"Ah, look ... daddy-o...sorry, Mr. President...where you been?"
Use a little English to doctor the spin.
What time is it?
Four-thirty
It's now late, naw, naw...
Just early, early, early
Ayatollah, he's hopping mad
gibber about some old jihad
Send me back to old Baghdad
Spin doctor, shucks, it's oh so sad
What time is it?
Four-thirty
It's now late, naw, naw...
Just early, early, early
It's my bread and butter
Ain't got no other
It's on the TV
The spins on me
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She hold the shotgun while you dote-se-doe
She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little Miss, Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
CHORUS
Little Miss, Little Miss Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Ain't no body gonna bow no more when you sound your gong
Little Miss, Little Miss Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Whatcha go'n do to get into another one of these here
rock 'n' roll songs?
Other people's thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around
You cook so well, all nice and French
You do your brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench
CHORUS
I hope them cigarettes are gonna make you cough
Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off
I take that back: hope you're doing fine
And if I had a dollar, I might give you ninety-nine
Forty or fifty horses
Lying in a lot
Red raincoats and rifles
An epidemic has been stopped
Scientist speaks what are you wondering about?
He got where he is by turning lab mouse inside out
CHORUS
The things we do and have to do
The things I do for you
And what you do for me too
The "Yeah, but I..."
And any other excuse
And if you take it for given
Then what's the use
All his possessions
Around him in his house
Lying beside him his
Companion and spouse
And in the morning
He dress and go to hell
All activated by
A little timer bell
Your heart is a refrigerator car
It's cold and it never waits
Frozen truth and frostbite
Stacked unopen crates
CHORUS
You never loved your frozen freight
Perishables and bloodless meat
You rolling snowball soul of sleet
You never wait
You roll across the desert
And clack across the sand
Though snakes may fry outside
Flowers crumble petrified in your hand
Your heart's a paid-off porter
You lied to spare your soul
With one arm you blow your brains out
With the other you dig the hole
CHORUS
Grey ice in your hinges
Sliding doors shut frozen locked
Airtight every tiny hole
With hard white putty caucked
One, two Princes kneel before you
(That's what I said now)
Princes, Princes who adore you
(Just go ahead now)
One has diamonds in his pockets
(That's some bread now)
This one, he wants to buy you rockets
(Ain't in his head now)
This one, he got a princely rocket
(That's what I said now)
Got some big seal upon his jacket
(Ain't in his head now)
Marry him, your father will condone you
(How 'bout that now)
Marry me, your father will disown you
(He'll eat his hat, now)
Aww, marry him or marry me
I'm the one that loves you baby, can't you see?
Ain't got no future or a family tree-
But I know what a Prince and lover ought to be
I know what a Prince and lover ought to be
Said, if you want to call me baby
(Just go ahead, now)
An' if you want to tell me maybe
(Just go ahead, now)
If you wanna buy me flowers
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you want to talk for hours
(Just go ahead, now)
I've been thinking lately
How to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it
Feels alright
I've gotten rid of expectations
That I used to have
And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad
Somewhere in between the blue and the red
"This is temporary," is all she said
Someday things mauy be a little better than before
All these memories and thoughts knocking at my door
Alone in my room
I lay awake and dream
The sleeping half awake I got to
Try to explain
That I don't need your love and it
Means this much to me
I don't need your love woman won't you see
Somewhere in between the blue and the red
"This is temporary," is all she said
Someday things may be a little better than before
All these memories and thoughts knocking at my door
She must not realize
What this means to me
I figured out her disguise
Hey, Mama, I'm not dreaming
She's way off reality
I've been thinking lately
How to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it
Feels Alright
I've gotten rid of expectations
That I used to have
And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad
I'm quite contented to take my chances
Against the Guildensterns and Rosencrantses
It's a matter of Cain and Abel
And I can feel your knee underneath the table
CHORUS
He doesn't dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me
See the pigeons peck and peck to pay the dues
They peck a little extra to re-sole their shoes
He's with the pigeons pecking crumbs
I'm on my death bed bleeding with the cherubim
CHORUS
Ferocious angels send us falling stars
But I know just how dangerous wishes are
Ferocious angels watch me come and go
But I'm not too smart to go barging off of roof tops thanx
Sit out September on the windowsill
Cause you can't drink wine from a two dollar bill
Saint Christopher lives on the end of the quill
Leave him a diamond in your last will
Moonlight through the chickenwire humming window pane
Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drane
Big towns in need of mending, streetlights shake toothsome beams
Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams
Different strokes for different folks so
Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes
It's a dumbell curve you're trying to tally
All the way down to Shinbone Alley
Streets are metaccarpal and flesh of asphalt calm
Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm
Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes
Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes
Sullen winter sparrow lands wing to expanse of grey
Six-thirty-two in the morning on Thanksgiving day
And the bums they hit the corners
The thunderkids rub their money
And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zig zagging
Down to the greet Jones
CHORUS
Seventy-two on the sour day, your barefeet sweep the parquet
And the light susprey white slanting past the microwave
Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table
Spend the day gazing from your winter gable
