Verse 1. These days, I've been drownin' in a burning room. All these feelings weigh me down like lead balloons. I can't stop my hands from reachin' out for you. It's like my mind knows that you're gon
Ok Fred, now you're a yaga yaga. Ok Fred, bully for you. Ok Fred, now you're a yaga yaga. I wanna be one too. . Ok Fred, now I'm a yaga yaga. Ok Fred, what do I do?. Ok Fred, now I'm a yaga
Ok Fred, now you're a yaga yaga. Ok Fred, bully for you. Ok Fred, now you're a yaga yaga. I wanna be one too. . Ok Fred, now I'm a yaga yaga. Ok Fred, what do I do?. Ok Fred, now I'm a yaga
Nicoderm patch and a Marlboro red. Wild turkey out the bottle gauz covers where the wrists bled. Begged and pled and fled rockin' a hospital gown brain dead. Hitched a ride with a guy named Fred
Doctor, what is happening to me?. Palpitations, my mind's diseased. Even my vision is impaired, I'm losing my hair. 'Cos when I hold her in my arms. I feel like Fred Astaire Lovesick, my
Well I miss you baby. I've been thinking lately. That you don't need me anymore. You'd be better with Fred Astaire. He could take you anywhere. If you ask him to And God knows. That it's a
a man in the front row. Sent down by the mob with a gun. For 'Kid Gloves', 'Kid Gloves', I'm back out on the street. 'Kid Gloves', the master to the beat. 'Kid Gloves', I'll do anything but dive
Intro. (You gotta get yourself together, kid). (Da-da-da). Chorus. You gotta get yourself together, kid. You got to keep it together. Yeah, pull your trousers up, you're hosin' it. You gotta get
He had eyes of the poor wild and hungry. Stood outside of the store shy and clumsy. Saw an electric guitar he got hooked from the start. That's what it did. To the back street kid It's a
