Lyrics That Are Stuck in Your Head Right Now

Will he take a sailboat ride?
He is very likely to
Will he feel good inside?
He ain't ever likely to
Will he tell you he's alive?
He is always tryin' to
But nothin', no no nothin' does he ever say
In the morning when the day's begun
"Do you think it looks like rain"?
And in the evening or the noonday sun
"You know I nearly missed my train"

(I forgot how good those 3 Supertramp albums were!)

All set luncheonette
Kitchenette to let
I bet I get hamburgerette again
We met in a launderette and kissed beneath the air jet
No sweat no threat
Another one in the back of the net
When I met Jeanette
Substitute Ronette
She said, will you remember
I said, I could never forget her
Au naturalette
Her mom's a millionette
So we shared one last cigarette and swapped false addresses
Jeanette
Jeanette
Dangerous
She's like damp dynamite
Oh boy, enjoy, have a nice night
Won't you promise to write me whenever you can
Make sure that you warn me if you're coming to Birmingham
I get Jeanette
Substitute Ronette
She said, will you remember
I said, I could never forget her
Jeanette
No, no, no I'll never forget you

I love Paddy McAloon 's words.

"The Old Magician"

The old magician takes the stage
His act has not improved with age
Observe the shabby hat and gloves
The tired act that no one loves
There was a time he produced doves

A mirror and a puff of smoke
His mysteries are now a joke
His poor assistant black and blue
She's tired of being sawn in two
She's tired of being sawn in two

Hidden trapdoor, velvet cape
Still from death there's no escape
Words of sympathy and tact
Only underline the fact
Death is a lousy disappearing act

Tip-toes in silence `round my bed
and quiets the raindrops overhead.
With her everlasting smile
She still my fever for a while.
Oh, nursie dear,
I'm glad you're here
to brush away my pain.

"Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates
So don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday
lunch confusion."

Last one tonight.......

"Sharing with me is a man who shot his wife.
And I'm afraid to fall asleep at night.
And I've got to get away from 151....Cell 151"

You know
We’re dealing with
A very critical and crucial time....

Isn't it strange? Oh, it's funny. Working for years, got no money.