Mrs. Thompson
Composer(s): Dag Kolsrud - P.G. Roness - Karre Slevik Jr.
First performance by: Just 4 Fun - 1991



Undergrunn' er alltid sen og toget ute av rute
Men jobben må du rekke likevel
Sjefen tror på overtid, hvis ikke er du ute
Men klokka er blitt fem, så det er kveld

Og på toget hjem igjen
Når du sovner, kommer drømmen av seg selv

For livet kaller, hjertet slår
Og kan du høre, Mrs. Thompson?
Og tiden bare går og går
Men hva gjør du, Mrs. Thompson?
Kom igjen

Foreldremøte mandag
Og tirsdag foran TV'n
Og onsdag gjør hun yoga for seg selv
Torsdag kommer jentene
På fredag er det huset
Talglys og rødvin lørdag kveld

Hele søndagen i seng
Når hun sover, kommer drømmen om igjen

For livet kaller, hjertet slår
Og kan du høre, Mrs. Thompson?
Og tiden bare går og går
Men hva gjør du, Mrs. Thompson?
Kom igjen

For livet kaller, hjertet slår
Og kan du høre, Mrs. Thompson?
Og tiden bare går og går
Men hva gjør du, Mrs. Thompson?

La meg presentere deg for alle tiders Mrs. Thompson
En hverdagshelt som viser vei
Trå til og gjør det, Mrs. Thompson
Kom igjen

For livet kaller, hjertet slår
Og kan du høre, Mrs. Thompson?
Og tiden bare går og går
Men hva gjør du, Mrs. Thompson?

La meg presentere deg for alle tiders...

Prostíbulo
Composer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



Hay una casa en el barrio
que tiene loco a nuestro vecindario
Duerme de día y abre por las noches
su balcón

Y una lamparita roja
que mueve el viento sobre la ventana
está anunciando que aún quedan camas
por ocupar

Todos sonríen en el gran salón
La de cincuenta y la de veintidós

Bueno, bueno, bueno, bueno...
todos sonríen porque esto va en serio
Al Almirante alguien el ha ocupado
su sillón

Tengo una de catorce
ojitos negros con la piel de bronce
No sabe mucho pero es una buena
adquisición

Todos sonríen en el gran salón
La de catorce su puerta cerró...

Y sube la cerveza 
de los pies a la cabeza
La tristeza que se aleja 
en un vaso de licor
Y en el baño alguien se queja 
y vomita su calor
Cañerías bajo tierra 
que se llevan su dolor

Sube la cerveza 
del salón hacia las piezas
Y en el piano toca y toca
un antiguo profesor
Sólo queda una pareja 
en un cómodo sillón
y un borracho que ahora pide 
"un café para Platón".

Cuando llega la mañana
El sol no trepa por las escaleras
La lavandera baja ropa ajena
para limpiar

Y la lamparita roja
sigue encendida aunque acabó la cosa
La de catorce salió con bufanda
a comprar el pan

Ya nadie ríe en el gran salón
"cambia ese espejo que alguien lo quebró"

Y sube la cerveza 
de los pies a la cabeza
La tristeza que se aleja 
en un vaso de licor
Y en el baño alguien se queja 
y vomita su calor
Cañerías bajo tierra 
que se llevan su dolor

Y sube la cerveza 
del salón hacia las piezas
y en el piano toca y toca 
el antiguo profesor
Sólo queda una pareja 
en el cómodo sillón
El gatito de la casa 
se ha comido su ratón

Somethin' Goin' On
Composer(s): Al Kooper
Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears; Al Kooper



You know I woke up this mornin' people
the first thing I did was to look into your eyes
in that space where I used to find so much truthfulness
there was a stone cold pack of lies

You know that somethin' goin' on
Somethin' goin' on and I don't know what it is
Somethin's goin' on people
All right

I went on down to the mailbox
seems I got the phone bill yesterday
charging me for some hour conversations
from someone in L.A.!

I know that somethin' goin' on
Somethin' goin' on, what is it
Somethin' goin' on, how about that
I better get to the bottom of that

Now wait a minute!
I wanna hear you blow now

Go ahead, go ahead
I want you to blow for all the men whose women don't keep a true love now
I want you to blow for all the people who have to face an empty bed now
Go ahead, blow one for yourself
Blow one for me too
Yeah, listen
You got to love your woman in the morning
You got to love your woman in the night
You got to love your woman all the time, to make her feel all right
You got to give her what she wants
When she wants it, how she wants it, anytime she might think she wants it
ahhhhhhhhhhh
When you're lovin' your woman people
And both of you know the score
You know it makes a long-time man suspicious
To come home, to an unlocked door
Bound to know, somethin' goin' on
Somethin' goin' on, but you don't know what it is
Somethin' goin' on people
I better get to the bottom of this, look out! ...

Prospettiva Nevski
Composer(s): Franco Battiato; Giusto Pio
Performer(s): Franco Battiato; Alice



Un vento a trenta gradi sotto zero
incontrastato sulle piazze vuote e contro i campanili
a tratti come raffiche di mitra
disintegrava i cumuli di neve

E intorno i fuochi delle guardie rosse accesi
per scacciare i lupi e vecchie coi rosari
E intorno i fuochi delle guardie rosse accesi
per scacciare i lupi e vecchie coi rosari

Seduti sui gradini di una chiesa
aspettavamo che finisse messa e uscissero le donne
poi guardavamo con le facce assenti
la grazia innaturale di Nijinsky

E poi di lui si innamorò perdutamente il suo impresario
e dei balletti russi
E poi di lui si innamorò perdutamente il suo impresario
e dei balletti russi

L'inverno con la mia generazione
le donne curve sui telai vicine alle finestre
un giorno sulla prospettiva Nevskij
per caso vi incontrai Igor Stravinsky

E gli orinali messi sotto i letti per la notte
e un film di Ejzenstejn sulla rivoluzione
E gli orinali messi sotto i letti per la notte
e un film di Ejzenstejn sulla rivoluzione

E studiavamo chiusi in una stanza
la luce fioca di candele e lampade a petrolio
e quando si trattava di parlare
aspettavamo sempre con piacere

E il mio maestro mi insegnò com'è difficile trovare
l'alba dentro l'imbrunire
E il mio maestro mi insegnò com'è difficile trovare
l'alba dentro l'imbrunire

Lige Der Hvor Hjertet Slår
Composer(s): Michael Elo
First performance by: Anders Frandsen - 1991



Som en drøm fløj du rundt i mig, listed' dig ind i mit sind
Vendte rundt på min virk'lighed
Fanged' mine tanker, leged' med min selvtillid
Mmm... tvivl og håb og længsel farer ud og ind
Har du det mon li'som jeg? 
Så hør på mig

Mød mig lige der hvor hjertet slår, hvor kærligheden foregår
Der hvor verden ender, der hvor tanken vender rundt
Ta' mig læng're ud end lyset når og hold om mig i tusind år
Ved du at jeg venter? 
Vil du gerne vide hvor?
Lige der hvor hjertet slår

Denne nat blev du virk'lighed, smelted' dig ind i min krop
Fløj af sted i det tomme rum
Svimmel og beruset drak jeg af din kærlighed
Mmm... verden er forandret, ska' vi samme vej?
Oh... har du det mon li'som jeg? Så ta' med mig

Mød mig lige der hvor hjertet slår, hvor kærligheden foregår
Der hvor verden ender, der hvor tanken vender rundt
Ta' mig læng're ud end lyset når og hold om mig i tusind år
Ved du at jeg venter? 
Vil du gerne vide hvor?
Lige der hvor hjertet slår

Oh... lige der hvor hjertet slår, hvor kærligheden foregår
Der hvor verden ender, der hvor tanken vender rundt
Oh... ta' mig læng're ud end lyset når og hold om mig i tusind år
Ved du at jeg venter? 
Vil du gerne vide hvor?
Lige der hvor hjertet slår
Lige der hvor hjertet slår

Prosper 
Composer(s): Vincent Scotto; Géo Koger; Vincent Telly
Performer(s): Maurice Chevalier;
and various other artists



Quand on voit passer le grand Prosper
Sur la place Pigalle
Avec son beau petit chapeau vert et sa martingale
A son air malabar et sa démarche en canard
Faut pas être bachelier pour deviner son métier

Prosper yop la boum
C'est le chéri de ces dames
Prosper yop la boum
C'est le roi du macadam
Comme il a toujours la flemme
Y n'fait jamais rien lui-même
Il a son "Harem"
Qui de Clichy à Barbés
Le jour et la nuit sans cesse
Fait son petit business
Et le soir, tous les soirs
Dans un coin d'ombre propice
Faut le voir, faut bien l'voir
Encaisser les bénéfices
Il ramasse les billets
Et leur laisse la monnaie
Ah quel sacrifice
En somme c'est leur manager
Et yop la boum, Prosper!
Avec sa belle gueule d'affranchi
Là-haut sur la butte
Ah ! toutes les gonzesses sont folles de lui
Et se le disputent
Y en a qui s'flanquent des gnons
Mais oui ! et se crêpent le chignon
Pendant c'temps voyez-vous
Tranquillement il compte les coups

Prosper yop la boum
C'est le chéri de ces dames
Prosper yop la boum
C'est le roi du macadam
Quand une femme se fait coincer
Par les roussins du quartier
Il la laisse tomber
Et il s'en va carrément
Vers son réassortiment
Dans l'arrondissement
Et quand sur le champ
Elles ne sont pas à la page
Voulant faire comment
Faire leur apprentissage
Dans une ville de garnison
Il les envoie en saison
Faire un petit stage
Il a de la classe et du flair
Et yop la boum, Prosper

Et yop la boum...
Yop la boum...
Dans une ville de garnison
Il les envoie en saison
Faire un petit stage
Il a de la classe et du flair
Et yop la boum, Prosper

Something's Wrong
Composer(s): James Taylor
Performer(s): James Taylor



Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind
Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling, the signs aren't hard to find
Now I'm not saying that you've been mistreated
no one's hurt you, nothing's wrong. A moment's rest was all you needed
So pack your things and kindly move along

Like dust in the wind you're gone forever
You're wind-blown leaves, you're a change in the weather
Just a town like any other, a second brand new start
A third or fourth hand, wife or lover, no, you won't break her heart
Take some bacon, go on and leave your watch chain
She won't count on nothing more
Wrap your hands around that small change and tiptoe barefoot out the door

Yes, something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on my mind
When things get bad I'm bound to pack my bags and just leave them all behind

Proposta
Composer(s): Roberto Carlos; Erasmo Carlos
Performer(s): Roberto Carlos



Eu te proponho
Nós nos amarmos
Nos entregarmos
Neste momento
Tudo lá fora deixar ficar
Eu te proponho
Te dar meu corpo
Depois do amor o meu conforto
E além de tudo
Depois de tudo
Te dar a minha paz
Eu te proponho
Na madrugada
Você cansada
Te dar meu braço
No meu abraço
Fazer você dormir
Eu te proponho
Não dizer nada
Seguirmos juntos a mesma estrada
Que continua
Depois do amor
No amanhecer

Lusitana Paixão
Composer(s): José Da Ponte - Fred Micaelo - Jorge Quintela
First performance by: Dulce Pontes - 1991



Fado
Chorar a tristeza bem
Fado adormecer com a dor
Fado só quando a saudade vem
Arrancar do meu passado
Um grande amor

Mas
Não condeno essa paixão
Essa mágoa das palavras
Que a guitarra vai gemendo também
Eu não, eu não pedirei perdão
Quando gozar o pecado
E voltar a dar a mim
Porque eu quero ser feliz
E a desdita não se diz
Não quero o que o fado quer dizer

Fado
Soluçar recordações
Fado
Reviver uma tal dor
Fado
Só quando a saudade vem
Arrancar do meu passado um grande amor

Mas não conceno essa paixão
Essa mágoa das palavras
Que a guitarra vai gemendo também
Eu não, eu não pedirei perdão
Quando gozar o pecado
E voltar a dar a mim
Eu sei desse lado que há em nós
Cheio de alma lusitana
Como a lenda da Severa
Porque eu quero ser feliz
E a desdita não se diz
O fado
Não me faz arrepender
Porque eu quero ser feliz
E a desdita não se diz
O fado
Não me faz arrepender 

Proper Stranger
Composer(s): Randy Bachman; Burton Cummings
Performer(s): The Guess Who



Dark day, windy city
Raincoat on my shoulder
So take my hand and show me where to go
'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger

Traffic lights, dusty sidewalks
Freeway people on the move
So take my hand and show me where to go
'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger

I'm the proper stranger Nobody knows my face or
Knows my name
Nobody knows where I'm goin' or
How I came

Lost and found, no one claimed me
All alone with a milllion others
So take my hand and show me where to go
'Cause don't you know I'm the proper stranger

Something's Gotta Give
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer
First performance by: Fred Astaire - 1955
Covered by multiple other artists



Something's got to give 
Something's got to give
Something's got to give

When an irresistible force such as you 
Meets an old immovable object like me 
You can bet just as sure as you live 

Something's got to give 
Something's got to give
Something's got to give

When an irrepressible smile such as yours 
Warms an old implacable heart such as mine 
Don't say no, because I insist 
Somewhere, somehow, someone's got to be kissed 

So, en garde, who knows what the fates might have in store? 
From their vast mysterious sky? 
I'll try hard ignoring those lips that I adore 
But how long can anyone try? 

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight it with all of our might 
Chances are some heavenly star-spangled night 
We'll find out just as sure as we live 

Something's got to give 
Something's got to give
Something's got to give

Fight fight fight it with all of your might 
Chances are that some heavenly star-spangled night 
We'll find out just as sure as we live 

Something's got to give 
Something's got to give
Something's got to give

Something's got to give
Something's got to give

Aww, let's tear it up! 

Proper Cup Of Coffee
Composer(s): Aaron Gershunoff; Emanuele Pellegrini
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters



A Sultan sat on his oriental mat
in his harem in downtown Persia
He took a sip of his coffee
just a drip, and he said to his servant Kersia
“Ah, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya
That’s the worst cup of coffee in Persia!”

“‘Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee
made from a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my nut
but I want a proper cup of coffee 
from a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots
they’re no good to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee 
from a proper copper coffee pot
I'll Throw you in the sea

In old Baghdad in old Baghdad, in old Baghdad
Very often I have had cups of coffee by the dozen 
And you all should make my coffee just as good 
and without my blasted cussing 

“Ah, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya
That’s the worst cup of coffee in Persia!” 
Oh All I want is a proper cup of coffee
made from a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my nut
but I want a proper cup of coffee 
from a proper copper pot
Brass coffee pots, glass coffee pots
They’re no good to me 

If I can't have a proper cup of coffee 
>From a proper copper coffee pot
I'll have a cup of tea!”

I’ll have a cup of tea

Could It Be That I'm In Love
Composer(s): Liam O'Reilly
First performance by: Kim Jackson - 1991



I don't know why I want you
The way that I want you
And I don't know why I miss you
The way that I miss you
 
But when I'm in your arms
It makes me feel so good
And I don't know the reason why
I don't know the reason why
 
And I don't understand
Why I feel the way I do
And I don't understand
What I feel when I'm with you
And anyway now, it's no use worrying
Until I find out what it is
 
Could it be that when I'm with you
My fears all go away?
Could it be that when I'm with you
It's like the start of a brand new day?
Or is it just that when I hold you
I can't hold you enough?
Or could it be that I'm in love?
 
Somebody once told me:
"You've gotta trust your heart"
(Gotta trust your heart)
And this I have tried to do
Right from the very start
And when I'm close to you
It makes me feel so good
And I don't know the reason why
 
Could it be that when I'm with you
My fears all go away?
Could it be that when I'm with you
It's like the start of a brand new day?
Or is it just that when I hold you
I can't hold you enough?
Or could it be that I'm in love?
 
Could it be that I'm in love?
Could it be that I'm in love?

Uptown Girl
Performer(s): Leif Garrett



I see you fallin' for that uptown girl

Temptations callin'
it's an uptown girl
No kid from the neighborhood could ever be any good
For an uptown girl
uptown girl
uptown girl
You better face it
she's an uptown girl
Your kiss is wasted on an uptown girl
She'll leave you to wonder why - love is only an easy lie
To an uptown girl
uptown girl
uptown girl

Her style's a cool sophistication

Her smile's a dangerous persuasion
She's fascinating
she's an uptown girl
She'll keep you waiting
she's an uptown girl
You'll never get near enough to ever get serious
With an uptown girl
uptown girl
uptown girl
No chance she means a thing she's saying

Romance is just a game she's playing
you better face it she's an uptown girl ...
Uptown girl
uptown girl

Something's Got A Hold On Me
Composer(s): Etta James - Leroy Kirkland - Pearl Woods
First release by: Etta James - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists



Sometimes I get a good feeling
I get a feeling that I never, never had before
And I got to tell you right now
I believe, I really do believe that

Something's got a hold on me
(Oh, it must be love)
Something's got a hold on me right now child
(Yeah, it must be love)

Let me tell you now
I never felt like this before
Something's got a hold on me that won't let go
I believe I'd die if I only could
I sure feel strange, but I sure feel good
I said, Oh yeah
It must be love
(You know it must be love)

Let me tell you now
Something's got a hold on me
(Oh, it must be love)
Something's got a hold on me right now child
(Yeah, it must be love)

Let me tell you now
I got a feeling, I feel so strange
Everything about me seems to have changed
Step by step, I got a brand new walk
I even sound sweeter when I talk
I said, Oh yeah
It must be love
(You know it must be love)

Let me tell you now
My heart feels heavy, my feet feel light
I shake all over, but I feel alright
I never felt like this before
Something's got a hold on me that won't let go
I never thought it could happen to me
My heart was heavy when in misery
I never thought it could be this way
Love's sure gonna put a hurting on me

I said Oh yeah
It must be love
(You know it must be love)
Yeah he walks like love
(Yeah he walks like love)
And he talks like love
(And he talks like love)
Makes me feel alright
(Makes me feel alright)
In the middle of the night
(In the middle of the night)
Na na na na!

Uptown Top Ranking
Composer(s): Althea Forrest; Donna Reid
Performer(s): Althia & Donna - 1978;
and various other artists



See me in me heels and ting 
Dem check sey we hip and ting 
True them no know and ting 
We have them going and ting 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots 

See me pon the road I hear you call out to me 
True you see mi inna pants and ting 
See mi in a 'alter back 
Sey mi gi' you heart attack 
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist 
Uptown Top Ranking 

See mi in mi Benz and ting 
Drivin' through Constant Spring 
Them check sey me come from cosmo spring 
But a true dem no know and ting 
Dem no know sey we top ranking 
Uptown Top Ranking 

Shoulda see me and the ranking dread 
Check how we jamming and ting 
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots 

Watch how we chuck it and ting 
Inna we khaki suit and ting 
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots 

Love inna you heart dis a bawl out fe me 
When you see me inna pants and ting 
See me inna 'alter back 
Sey me gi' you heart attack 
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist 
Uptown Top Ranking 

See mi pon the road and hear you call out to me 
True you see me in me pants and ting 
See me inna 'alter back 
Sey me gi' you heart attack 
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist 
Gimme likkle bass, make me wine up me waist 
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots 

You shoulda see me and the ranking dread, 
Check how we jamming and ting 
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots 
Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

Le Dernier Qui A Parlé
First performance by: Amina - 1991



C'est le dernier qui a parlé
Qui a raison dans ta maison
C'est celle qui m'a donné un nom
Qui a raison de toutes façons
Fille ou garçon
Tout ces dictons sont des leçons
Ne dit pas non
Le monde n'est ni mauvais ni bon
Tu tournes pas rond
C'est sans raison

Dis-moi au nom de quelle nation
Tu lèves le ton dans ma maison
Le jeune y parle comme un violon
Sans partitions, c'est une leçon
La vérité se cache au fond
Comme un silence qui en dit long
C'est le plus fort qui a parlé
Qui a raison de toutes façons

C'est le dernier qui a parlé
Qui a raison dans ta maison
C'est le dernier qui a parlé
Qui a raison de toutes façons

Toutes les saisons font et défont
Même les passions
Quelle dérision
C'est le dernier qui a parlé
Qui a raison sans conditions
Comme-ci ou comme ça
Ici ou là-bas

Uptown / Don't Say Nothin' Bad (About My Baby) / Da Doo Run Run
Composer(s): Barry Mann; Cynthia Weil; Gerry Goffin;
Carole King; Phil Spector; Ellie Greenwich; Jeff Barry
Performer(s): Bette Middler; Barry Manilow



He gets up each morning and he goes downtown 
Where everyone's his boss
And he's lost in an angry land 
He's a little man 

But then he comes uptown 
Each evening to my tentament
Uptown where folks don't have to pay much rent 
And when he's there with me 
He can see that he's everything
The man is tall 
He don't crawl 
He's a king 

Downtown he's just one of a million guys 
He don't get no breaks 
And he takes all they got to give 
'Cause he's got to live 

But then he comes uptown 
Where he can hold his head up high 
And uptown he knows 
I'm gonna be standing by 
And when I take his hand 
There's no man who can put him down, down, down 
Oh, the world's so sweet at his feet when he's uptown 
Whoa-oo-oh-whoa 
When he's uptown 
Whoa-oo-whoa-oo-whoa-oh-oh 

Don't say nothin' bad about my baby 
Don't say nothin' bad about my baby 
Don't say nothin' bad about my baby 
Don't say nothin' bad about my baby 
Don't say nothin' bad about my baby 
Don't say nothin' bad about my baby 
Don't say nothin' bad about my baby 
Don't 

Met him on a Monday and my heart stood still 
Da doo run run run da doo run run 
Somebody told me that his name was Bill 
Da doo run run run da doo run run 
Whoa, my heart stood still 
Yeah, his name was Bill 
And when he walked me home 
Da doo run run run da doo run run 

He knew what he was doin' when he caught my eye 
Da doo run run run da doo run run 
He looked kind of quiet, but my, oh my 
Da doo run run run da doo run run 
Oh, he caught my eye 
My, my, my, my, oh my 
And when he walked me home 
Da doo run run run da doo run run 

Here we go 
Da doo run run run da doo run run 
Da doo run run run da doo run run 
Da doo run run run da doo run run 
Da do run run, hey! 

Run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run 
Run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run 
Run-a-run-a-run, run-a-run-a-run 
Run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run 

Run-a-run-a-run, run-a-run-a-run 
Run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run-a-run 
Run-a-run-a-run, run-a-run-a-run 
Run-a-run

Something's Coming
Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim
First release by: Larry Kert - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



A Back Yard - 5:30 p.m.
(Tony has been painting a sign for Doc's drugstore where he now works)
Riff talks him into joining the Jets at the dance but Tony's mind is already on other things)

Tony:
Could be!
Who knows?
There's something due any day
I will know, right away
Soon as it shows
It may come connanballing down
Through the sky
Gleam in its eye, bright as rose
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach
Down the block, on a beach
Under a tree
I got a feeling there's a miracle due
Gonna come true, comin' to me...
Could it be, yes, it could
Something's comin', something good
If I can wait!
Something's comin'
I don't know what it is
But it is gonna be great!
With a click, with a shock 
Phone'll jingle, door will knock
Open the latch!
Something's comin'
Don't know when
But it's soon
Catch the moon
One-handed catch!
Around the corner
Or whistlin' down the river
Come on, deliver to me!
Will it be?
Yes, it will!
Maybe just by holding still
It'll be there!
Come on, something
Come on in
Don't be shy
Meet a guy
Pull up a chair!
The air is humming
And something great is coming!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach
Down the block, on a beach
Maybe tonight...
Maybe tonight...
Maybe tonight...!

Urban Guerilla
Composer(s): Dave Brock; Robert Calvert
Performer(s): Hawkwind; Cobra Verde



I'm an urban guerilla
I make bombs in my cellar
I'm a derelict dweller
I'm a potential killer
I'm a street fighting dancer
I'm a revolutionary romancer
I'm society's cancer
I'm a two-tone panther
So let's not talk of love and flowers
And things that don't explode
We've used up all of our magic powers
Trying to do it in the road

I'm a political bandit
And you don't understand it
You took my dream and canned it
It is not the way I planned it
I'm society's destructor
I'm a petrol bomb constructor
I'm a cosmic light conductor
I'm the people's debt collector
So watch out Mr. Business Man
Your empire's about to blow
I think you'd better listen, man
In case you did not know