Dorothy Chandler Blues versuri

Versuri Jimmy Webb – Dorothy Chandler Blues lyrics

You’re puckin’ the cable
You’re turnin’ the table
You’re sittin’ with your bow tie
Gettin’ kinda cross-eyed
Try’na read the label
Good evenin’, Mister Critic
How many shows did you blow
All by yourself, Mister Critic
All by yourself, Mister Critic
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

But I wanna be a rock ‘n’ roll Christian
I wanna be, deep down in my heart
I’ve got to be
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian, baby, baby
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian, baby

Bad news, no good news
Ice-cold company to cynic on the pop
And they’re right about the blues
Good evenin’, Mister Critic
Tell us what records to choose
‘Cause we need you, Mister Critic
Yeah we need you, so bad
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

But I wanna be a rock ‘n’ roll Christian
I wanna be, deep down in my heart
I’ve got to be
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian, baby, baby
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian, baby
I have got to be a rock ‘n’ roll Christian, baby
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian
A rock ‘n’ roll, ooh, got to, got to be

How many songs of love have you written in your life, sir?
How many have you had to destroy?
Who is the man who doesn’t pay to see the place, sir?
And is angry with his wife
Takes out his knife
And puts the show away, hey, hey
Puts the show away?

And some are spastic, and some are mastic
And some are stillborn, hopes are children
But they’re all made out of plastic
And I’m whole, Mister Critic
Just let the hole in you sew
Good evenin’, Mister Critic
Good evenin’, Mister Critic
Hey, yeah, hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Well I wanna be a rock ‘n’ roll Christian
I wanna be, deep down in my heart
I’ve got to be
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian, baby, baby
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian, baby
I have got to be a rock ‘n’ roll Christian, baby
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian
A rock ‘n’ roll Christian
A rock ‘n’ roll, ooh, got to, got to be