RockyMusic

I went down to the Paradise Garage
And took my place in line
The cashier said
"Are you alright?," I said "I'm feeling fine"
I'm a stranger to Nirvana
I don't box outside my weight
But when I stepped out of the taxi
I did not anticipate this feeling
"Oh, excuse me, sir
No, after you"

Baby's got a dream and she can boogie
Daddy's got a groove that's coming clean
Jemima's got a vision of a permanent position
Me, I'm oiling up my dance machine
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
And it goes like this

I'm from Plainsboro, New Jersey
And I didn't bring a date
I guess, I really wasn't sure
If you'd be boogeying this late
I can't think where I put my wallet
Naive suburban fool
You wouldn't think that I'd spent hours outside
French-polishing my cool and feeling so strange

Baby's got a dream and she can boogie
Daddy's got a groove that's coming clean
Jemima's got a vision of a permanent position
Me, I'm oiling up my dance machine
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
And it goes like this
And it goes like this

I really only stepped inside to vary my routine
You see, I read about this discotheque in New York Magazine
"Hey, Baby,
What's your sign? Haven't we met before?"
I really must suggest
That we've achieved a rare rapport
Hit the ceiling

I try every way I know to tell you
I run down all my clever ways
Every smart forever phrase
How am I going get a, heck of another love letter
But you deserve better babe
The hardest thing for me
Is true simplicity
But it's the only thing that's good enough for you

Every day I wake up later
I'm afraid to face the sun
I want to hide from everyone
Memory is bitter
Tell myself I'm no quitter
But the gold no longer glitters babe
The hardest thing for me
Is true simplicity
But it's the only thing that's good enough for you

Blood in a bucket
No rhyme, mainline, sunshine
And it's the nearest this boy's been to joy
And I do believe
I shall believe
I shall be free
On the day you say you need me
Need me, need me, yeah

I push the doorknob to the booze
I might try out for the blues
Aching and lonely
What does it take to telephone me
I'm much too close to breaking
But I do believe
I shall believe
I shall be free
On the day you say you need me
Need me, need me, yeah
Yeah, yeah

The hardest thing for me
Is true simplicity
It's the only thing that's good enough for you

(repeat twice to fadeout)

Nikki's at the campsite in the caravan
On the Riviera.
Every night the bugs bite.
Catch her if they can.
But she don't hear of it.
She say, "I'm working on my tan. Oh man. Working on my tan. Oh man.
Working on my tan."

Harvey sing Calypso in the hotel band
But it's just financial.
Playing for the "dipsoes" and the also-ran.
But he ain't anxious, man.
He say, "I'm working on my tan. Oh man. Working on my tan. Oh man.
Working on my tan."

Hunt yourself an island.
Hitch down to the beach.
The sun belong to everyone.
In everybody's reach.
If confined to dry land, heal yourself a beach.
Hey c'mon, son of a gun.
Do I have to teach you what to say?

Take a bus, take a truck.
Take a bus, take a truck.
Take a bus, take a truck.
But take along your good look.

Do it in Jamaica.
Do it in Japan.
Do it in Siberia.
Give us all a break And do it in Iran.
Do it in Afghanistan.

Everybody say-ay.
I'm working on my tan. Oh man.
Working on my tan. Oh man.
Working on my tan.

Sunshine, sunshine.
Sunshine, sunshine.

Working, working.
Working on my tan. Oh man.
Working on my tan.
(repeated to fadeout)