I'm going on the circuitDoing all the clubsAnd I really need a song, boysTo stir those workers upTo get the wife to sing it with meJust like in the pubsWhen I work the good old pubs in StephanieCould you knock a line or twoTogether for a friendSentimental, tear-inducingWith a happy endCause we need a tune to openA season out south andCanCan you help usIt's hard to write a songWith good old friendsSo much to cruise the fieldTo tell you whyThose old diehardsAnd damn dark streetsCan't let me get to keepAll players hollowOr to dieIt seems to meI turned a girlLet me dieI'm sick of childAnd I'm so lighty-darkNo more long daysI can haveStill the garbageWith a fingerSpare the swampI'm sick of childI'm a twin starA twin starA twin starLike a warm blue flameThe hazy heat it bringsIt loosens up the musclesAnd forces you to singYou know it's just another hit and run from the Ten Pine Alley TwinsAnd there's a chance that one day you might ride a stand of liesSo turn them out big and fast, we'll still crack your biteCause we need what we can get to launch a number that doesn't lastOh, oh, oh you're workingIt's hard to write a song with bad love for deathSo much to prove so few to tell you whySo die hard and get my streets rattledAnd let the keyboard players follow on and ISing to me, I can't get through that meetingSing to tall allies and I need thatDon't hold up your side, I'm stuckDon't hold up your side, I'm stuckI think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of starsIt's hard to write a song that I don't think endsSo Mr. Please don't need to tell you whyThough my heart is in my seat, standing outI have to keep my face hollow in front of thatI seem to be a tankI think it's all I lost and now you're goneNo more love, there's nothing more to tellBut now that's clear, I think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of starsOh!I'm goneI'm goneI'm goneIt's hard to write a song that I don't think endsSo Mr. Please don't need to tell you whyThough my heart is in my seat, standing outI have to keep my face hollow in front of thatI seem to be a tankI think it's all I lost and now you're goneNo more love, there's nothing more to tellBut now that's clear, I think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of starsI think it's all I lost and now you're goneBut now that's clear, I think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of starsI think it's all I lost and now you're goneBut now that's clear, I think there's never swamped a swing of stars, swing of starsThank you, a hand of applauseThank you, a hand of applauseWe're gonna do a song called Tell Me When the Whistle BlowsAnd that goes straight into a song called Someone Saved My Life Tonight.And they're both personal songs.One's about Mr. Torbin and the second one's about me.As you've read in the News of the World.One, two, three...