: You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay Gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay Got to fight with all your might not to get in
: This love of mine goes on and on Though life is empty since you have gone You?re always on my mind though out of sight It?s lonesome through the day
: Old empty bed, springs hard as lead Something I said made you see red What did I do to feel so lonely and blue? Even the mouse, up and ran from the
while To that magic time You can call it nostalgia, I don?t mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listenin? to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time
: Sold me out for a few shekels and divided up my robes They sold me out It?s the oldest story that?s ever been told They sold me out Didn?t even give
time, the lion this time The lion this time, the lion this time The lion this time, the lion this time The lion this time, the lion this time The lion this time
: Carry on regardless, in spite of the music business scam Carry on regardless, in spite of all the petty minded little women and men Carry on regardless
Some days it gets completely crazy And I feel like howling at the moon Then sometimes it feels so easy Like I was born with a silver spoon Other times
: If I don?t see you through the week See you through the window See you next time that we?re talking on the telephone And if I don?t see you in that
: It?s just the gypsy in my soul Make me pack up my things and go It may seem like I?m on a roll But it?s just the gypsy in my soul Layin? out in the
Carry on regardless, in spite of the music business scam Carry on regardless, in spite of all the petty minded little women and men Carry on regardless
If I don?t see you through the week See you through the window See you next time that we?re talking on the telephone And if I don?t see you in that Indian
bye Don?t cry Don?t sigh When you hear that evening train go by Love to hear that evening train on time Love to hear that evening train on time ?Specially
It?s just the gypsy in my soul Make me pack up my things and go It may seem like I?m on a roll But it?s just the gypsy in my soul Layin? out in the
I?m confessin? that I love you Tell me do you love me too? I?m confessin? that I need you Honest, honest I do, I do, oh yeah In your eyes, your eyes
You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay Gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay Got to fight with all your might not to get in the
a while To that magic time You can call it nostalgia, I don?t mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listenin? to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time