| I looks here, I looks there, I bin lookins everywhere. Been wearing holes out in my shoes I think I got the 8 bar blues. I wandered down to London town. Gots a Hard Rock Cafe goin down. Buts not the hard rock I once knews. I got the 8 bar blues. But what's this Crazy Horse Saloon? They's one in France, be there by noon! An dancin girls talk "voulez vous"! Mais Madame j’ai des 8 bar blues. Now ever bin down Buff'lo way? Dey's a Hooters there, all nites'n days. M'eyes popped at the fluff'n flooze! But I still got the 8 bar blues. Ah hear'd a place in Hawaii The Zanzabar in Wakiki, But all ma cash ah did lose. Man I got the 8 bar blues. Now dis has got to be the place! The Hog's Breath, in d'Sunshine State! But's jus another bad excuse, I got the 8 bar blues. |
Now off to Fresno, it's dere of course Another called The Crazy Horse! But jus some two step, two bit schmooze. Hey I got the 8 bar blues. I think I finally found the spot! Callahan's Crosstime Saloon is Hot! They serve all kinds, but's still confused. I still got’s those 8 bar blues We's gettin jes a li'l tired outs. Dere's a Last Chance Saloon here abouts Where sweet things in their 30's cruise. But babe I got the 8 bar blues. Those 8 bars ain't doin me good, So gots me out some nails and wood, And banged and sawed and there it stood The bes dam bar in the neighborhood Fer someone jus as smart as I, It stared me right back in the eye I saw at last what I's lookin for, And I ain’t got the blues no more! |
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I get up every morning Just before the dawn. Tumble down the stairs And put the coffee on. I’m off to ride the rocket Got my ticket in my pocket I ain’t got time to eat, In a minute I’ll be gone. (Chorus) Hey Red Rocket I love your rock ‘n roll Hey Red Rocket Your rhythm to my soul Hey Red Rocket You’re jacked into my socket Ain’t nothin could be finer So Red Rocket roll! Hey mr driver won’t you make this rocket shake Hey mr driver hit the gas and hit the brake Hey mr driver I don’t care what it takes We got these cuties and their booties And it makes my body ache. (Chorus) |
Here’s a little secret. You promise not to tell. A little bit of Heaven And a little bit of Hell. Down below and up above It’s my tunnel of love. You want a sensation? You can buy it at the station. (Chorus) To the station I’m a walkin Hey man I hear ya honkin Can’t hear myself a’thinkin And it’s not easy breathin With the stink that you’re makin And I hate to be a whiner But I wouldn’t change you places For all the gas in Chiner (Chorus) |
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Wintertime And it’s way below freezing. Ice so thick On the windowpane. Plumbing’s broke, The radiator is banging. Six in the morning Snow keeps coming down. The kitchen sink Full of last weeks dishes. Ashtrays piled With cigarette butts. My ex is lying On a beach in Bermuda And my credit is falling Like snowflakes to the ground. Boiled up some tea To warm up my fingers. Fried up some eggs To heat up the room. It’s time for work And the sun’s still sleeping The devil is waiting By the office door. |
Stepped outside And the wind was still blowin. Shovel a path To the garage door. Car won’t start The battery’s frozen It’s time to start walkin Down that icy road. Went in a store To wait for the streetcar. Checked my numbers From the lotto sign. Couldn’t believe What my eyeballs were saying. So move over mamma Bermuda here I come. Wintertime And it’s way below freezing. Ice so thick On the windowpane. Plumbing’s broke, The radiator is banging. It’s six in the morning Snow keeps coming down. |
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Early one morning in the drizzling rain I pulled into town on the northbound train Got on the platform and looked all around Couldn’t believe it was Nakina town I’m a city kid of seventeen, This was the furthest north I’d ever been. Flat and scrawny as far as the eye can see, Not sure if this was the place for me. Found the office, walked right in Met my boss, Diamond Jim Told me to go and rake the driveway And hope I don’t get fired before payday. And flies, my God, all sizes and shapes, Surely they must be God’s mistakes. Zillion blackflies you can hardly see And monstrous deerflies chew chunks of me! |
The weather’s lousy like the work It rained so much I went berserk. The cold wind always chilled my spine I thought I was nearing my dying time. On my day off I went to town And met the only white girl around. It wasn’t long before the locals got wind And sent me back to camp again. I paid my dues, I towed the line. I counted up what was left of mine, I hear the train way down the track I bought my ticket, I’m goin back. With a fond goodbye, I say farewell To the town that treated me like Hell. And to ‘ol Jim a special goodbye, May you live in pain and never die. |
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Night trains are for long distance people Sitting in the corners of their seat Going somewhere and no one there to meet. Reading magazines, looking out the window Only to see a darkness all around. Night trains are for long distance people And I know that I'm a night train people too Gazing at the dust upon my shoe Rollin down the track Thinking a while back About the times good and bad That I once knew. |
Night trains are for longtime, lonesome people Living in the memory of sometime past Giving what they got that could not last Of friends near forgotten Of love slowly rotten Maybe just a soulsearch of the past. Night trains are for long distance people And I know that I'm a night train people too Gazing at the dust upon my shoe travelling through the night waiting for the light of some new day to change my tune. |
| Under the cover Under the sheet Three girls beside me Now ain't that sweet! I'm an undercover man I'm an undercover man It's a new occupation But what a sensation I'm an undercover man Early to bed Late to rise All day long I got bedroom eyes! |
I'm an undercover man I'm an undercover man It's a new occupation But what a sensation I'm an undercover man So if you're sad Love's hard to find You got my number Call me anytime! I'm an undercover man I'm an undercover man It's a new occupation But what a sensation I'm an undercover man |
