Big nothing.
He stood in the road outside of town
December 1965 in Caracas
When Arnie LaFlamme(?) took his piece
It's not the way you look that touched my heart.
Baby's got a brand new hairdo, but doesn't she look
Sheep to the slaughter
Oh, this must be love
All
Vain boys are gonna have to swallow their pride this
Now it's just you and me, my blue friend
And
Oh, well, now you're the girl I'm simply mad about.
At last I've awakened to see what you've done.
All
They used to call it Sin City
now it's gone
Everyone agreed that she looked delightful
Except for her sister,
You can take a powder
You can take a drink.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Monday's calling you
This love of mine is packed with stepping stone
These
Do.
Do do do do do.
So young, we've discovered.
She used to be the flirting kind
But the boy
It's a chilly Florentine evening
Two men in evening hats
The stamping ground,
The stamping ground.
All your old gang
You've been taught that this won't do
They put me
Walking on thin ice, I'm paying the price.
I'm throwing
This cruel old country has driven me down, teased me