Lyrics:
The little girl from Central that all the boys acclaim,
The way she sings and dances, she's gonna build a name.
She turns down romances, but then who could blame,
The little girl from Central, she's got her heart on fame.
Brenda Lee, she's a cutie
Glady as a butterfly
Bobby sock, ponytail
Snuffy to the flirty guys
T'was only one thing on her mind
And that was getting out of Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a sophomore
I never saw her laugh or cry
She's growing up so fast
Studied as the days went by
She's ranking third in our class, in her second year at Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a senior
And brighter than the summer sky
She didn't dance, didn't date
Always had an alibi
But she shook up everybody at the prom dance at Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a beauty
She came in with a handsome guy
She sang songs, she entertained
And waved her alma mater goodbye
And had reporters take some pictures on her walking out of Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a cutie
Glady as a butterfly
Bobby sock, ponytail
Snuffy to the flirty guys
T'was only one thing on her mind
And that was getting out of Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a sophomore
I never saw her laugh or cry
She's growing up so fast
Studied as the days went by
She's ranking third in our class, in her second year at Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a senior
And brighter than the summer sky
She didn't dance, didn't date
Always had an alibi
But she shook up everybody at the prom dance at Central High
Brenda Lee, she's a beauty
She came in with a handsome guy
She sang songs, she entertained
And waved her alma mater goodbye
And had reporters take some pictures on her walking out of Central High
Without love
Well, the Illinois Central
And the Southern Central Freight
Got to keep on pushin' mama
'Cause you know they're runnin' late
Without love
Where would you be now?
Without love
Well the Illinois Central
And the Southern Central Freight
Got to keep on pushin' mama
You know they're running late
Without love, where would you be now?
Rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum
When me went downtown
'Cause now I'm a criminal, criminal, criminal
Oh Lord ah mercy, now I am a criminal, man down
Tell di judge please gimme minimal
Run out a town, none ah dem can see me now, see me now
Oh, mama, mama, mama
I just shot a man down
In central station
In front of a big ol' crowd
Oh, why? Oh, why?
Oh, mama, mama, mama
I just shot a man down
In central station
Without love
Well, the Illinois Central
And the Southern Central Freight
Got to keep on pushin' mama
'Cause you know they're runnin' late
Without love
Where would you be now?
Like a nervous disease
And it's been there all along
It will tumble from the sky
It's been there all along
Project cancelled
Tumbling central
Red money
Can you hear it fall
Can you hear it well
Can you hear it at all
I was really feeling good
Reet petite and how d'ya do
Then I got the small red box
And I didn't know what to do
'Cause my fingers could not grope
And I could not give it away
And I knew I must not drop it
Stop it, take it away
Project cancelled
Tumbling central
Red money
Can you hear it fall
Can you hear it well
Can you hear it at all
Project cancelled
Tumbling central
Red money
Can you hear it fall
Can you hear it well
Can you hear it at all
Can you hear it at all
Can you hear it at all
Red money
Red money
Red money
Red money
Such responsibility
It's up to you and me
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,
You know what time it is. South Central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god damnit.
Rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum
When me went downtown
'Cause now I'm a criminal, criminal, criminal
Oh Lord ah mercy, now I am a criminal, man down
Tell di judge please gimme minimal
Run out a town, none ah dem can see me now, see me now
Oh, mama, mama, mama
I just shot a man down
In central station
In front of a big ol' crowd
Oh, why? Oh, why?
Oh, mama, mama, mama
I just shot a man down
In central station
Wales, certainly in the more central and
Southern parts, it'll be a fine dry day
Good deal of sunshine to begin with
Clouding over somewhat later on.
Don't look down
They're making sorta crazy sounds
Don't look down, no
Don't know who else came to kneel
On this empty battlefield
But when I hear that crazy sound, I don't look down
From Central Park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down, no
I went this morning to the cemetery
To see old Rudy Valentino buried
Lipstick traces on his name
He never looked down
'Cause they were making crazy sounds (sound)
From Central park to shanty town
He always heard that crazy sound
There's always something else
Don't look down (don't look down) no
When I see you standing there
I can't see the clothes you wear
I just hear that crazy sound
And I can't look down
From Central Park to shanty town
I've always heard that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down, no
Don't look down
Don't look, don't look down
No I won't be bored I won't be there
Look at life it's no piece of cake
When I hear that crazy sound
I don't look down
From Central Park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From New York to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down (don't look down, don't look down)
Don't look down, no
Well, don't look, don't look down
Don't look down
Esta es mi canción para América Central
donde todos somos hermanos
dios nos regalo el paraíso terrenal
a los centroamericanos
Somos de sangre caliente, mezcla diferentes razas
la del pirata valiente, indio y español enlazan
a Guatemala y Honduras, el Salvador y Belice
Nicaragua, Costa Rica y Panamá, nuestro señor los bendice
Chapín me dice la gente, seguro por mi bravura
pues hasta hoy y por siempre, combato la dictadura
de antigua voy a Belmopan, de Ajacutla a la Ceiba
Tegucigalpa y Colón que chulas son
las que hay en San Pedro Sula
Esta es mi canción para América Central
donde todos somos hermanos
dios nos regalo el paraíso terrenal
a los centroamericanos
Le dicen el pulgarcito, les hablo del Salvador
pues siendo un país chiquito, es un gigante en valor
los ticos son corazón, Nicaragua siempre lista
con su frente sandinista nacional para la liberación
En estas siete naciones, unidas como cadenas
hemos sufrido erupciones, terremotos y la guerra
luchando contra tiranos, mi Centro América entera
en un futuro cercano, quiera dios levantara su bandera
Esta es mi canción para América Central
donde todos somos hermanos
dios nos regalo el paraíso terrenal
a los centroamericanos
Esta es mi canción para América Central
donde todos somos hermanos
dios nos regalo el paraíso terrenal
a los centroamericanos
(mighty fine something)
I'm going down to the central part of town
I'm going down to the central part of town
I'm going down to the central part of town
I'm going down to the central part of town
(Are you ready?)
Are you ready?
Transformation central
Transformation central
Reformation central
Reformation central
Transmogrification central, can you feel it?
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-knighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel, I'm home
It's autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You'll need no castles in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz,
you know what time it is. South Central ain't no joke.
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers.
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god damnit.
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-knighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They're making me feel, I'm home
It's autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You'll need no castles in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again
Did you ever go down Mobile and K C line
Did you ever go down
On the Mobile and K C line
Just wanna ask you
Did you ever see that girl of mine
I rode the Central
And I hustled the L and N
I rode the Central
And I hustled the L and N
The Alabama women
They look like section men
Don't cry baby
Your papa will be home some day
Don't cry baby
Your papa will be home some day
I went away baby
But I did not go to stay
Don't the clouds look lonesome
Across the deep blue sea
Don't the clouds look lonesome
Across the deep blue sea
Don't my gal look good
When she's coming after me
Well, no matter
Where I wandered
I know I'll always find a welcome
At the end of every journey
There'll be friendly people waitin'
California
Would not hold me
'Though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her central valley
I have driven
Open highway
Through the golden Utah valley
And I watched the rivers
Gently gliding
I wave my hand to friendly people
California
Would not hold me
'Though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her central valley
Folks who know me
Call me a drifter
They don't know I'll stop my ramblin'
They don't know that someday
Somewhere somebody's gonna make me settle down
I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home
I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home
Well, no matter
Where I wandered
I know I'll always find a welcome
At the end of every journey
There'll be friendly people waitin'
California
Would not hold me
'Though I loved her timber mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her central valley
I'm going home!
Cloudy morning, dark as night
Tops of buildings, lost from sight
Sign of spring was nowhere to be seen
The trees in Central Park were anything but green
And then that cloudy morning slowly cleared
Tops of buildings reappear
Then suddenly I saw you come my way
And I knew that this would be a lovely day
And then that cloudy morning slowly cleared
Tops of buildings reappear
Then suddenly I saw you come my way
And I knew that this would be a lovely day
That day in Central Park
That cloudy morning
Then it suddenly cleared
Then you appeared
Spring in Manhattan
Starts after dark
After a lazy afternoon
In Central Park
Washington Square may be where
You'll feel her first warm touch
Down in the village, you'll find
She may be much, too much
Spring in Manhattan
Never stays long
Still if you fall in love
She'll bless you with a song
And if you'll listen to every word
The song she'll sing will bring
Spring in Manhattan
To stay all winter long
New York, to that tall skyline I come, flyin' in from London to your door
New York, lookin' down on Central Park
Where they say you should not wander after dark
New York, like a scene from all those movies
But you're real enough to me, but there's a heart
A heart that lives in New York
A heart in New York, a rose on the street
I write my song to that city heartbeat
A heart in New York, love in her eye, an open door and a friend for the night
New York, you got money on your mind
And my words won't make a dime's worth a difference, so here's to you New York
Got my work clothes on for love, sweat and dirt
All this holy dust upon my face an' shirt
Headin' uptown now, just as the shifts are changin'
To Grand Central Station
I've got my lunch box, got my hard hat in my hand
I ain't no hero, mister, just a workin' man
An' all these voices keep on askin' me to take them
To Grand Central Station, Grand Central Station
Wanna stand beneath the clock just one more time
Wanna wait upon the platform for the Hudson line
I guess you're never really all alone or too far from
The pull of home an' the stars upon that painted dome still shine
I paid my way out on the 42nd Street
I lit a cigarette and stared down at my feet
Imagined all the ones that ever stood here waitin'
At Grand Central Station, Grand Central Station
And now Hercules is starin' down at me
Next to him's Minerva and Mercury
Well, I nod to them and start my crawl
Flyers coverin' every wall, faces of the missing are all I see
Tomorrow, I'll be back there, workin' on the pile
Going in, comin' out, single file
Before my job is done there's one more trip I'm makin'
To Grand Central Station, Grand Central Station
Grand Central Station
Grand Central Station
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