American Music is my private dancer
It dances across the water
And the water holds me down
Letting the days go by
Into the blue again and out of the black
American Music woke me up this morning
And asked me to loan it a dime
to buy some black coffee and cigarettes
While we waited at the crossroads
For the slow train coming by
American Music? Ah um says the preacher
It gonna make you get up – get on up
To seize everything you ever wanted
But first we take Manhattan
Then we take New York, New York
American Music gonna mess your mind
And you’re still a fool time after time
If you listen to the music in a fever
And see white rabbits eight miles high
With some guy in the sky
American Music on Beale Street
On Green Dolphin Street
On the street where you live
Skyscrapers bloom in America
American Music rocks around the clock
In the ghetto and the length of Route 66
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
On the lonely highway perhaps?
Life don’t work out my way……
life don’t work out my way -beatles ? – speaking of which – Ringo has relesed a song the lyrics of which consist entirely of beatle song titles.
Lie as a series of pin badges perhaps ?
That’s from ‘Blue Hotel’, as is the previous line, Spike. Good old Ringo, eh? Still going strong.