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Thursday, December 8, 2011

19th Nervous Breakdown/The Great Airplane Strike - The Rolling Stones/Paul Revere & The Raiders

19th Nervous Breakdown

You're the kind of person 
You meet at certain dismal dull affairs. 
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud 
Running up and down the stairs. 
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years. 
And though you've tried, you just can't hide 
Your eyes are edged with tears. 

You better stop 
Look around 
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown. 

When you were a child 
You were treated kind 
But you were never brought up right. 
You were always spoiled with a thousand toys 
But still you cried all night. 
Your mother who neglected you 
Owes a million dollars tax. 
And your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax. 

You better stop, look around 
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown. 

Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane. 
Well, nothing I do don't seem to work, 
It only seems to make matters worse. Oh please. 

You were still in school 
When you had that fool 
Who really messed your mind. 
And after that you turned your back 
On treating people kind. 
On our first trip 
I tried so hard to rearrange your mind. 
But after while I realized you were disarranging mine. 

You better stop, look around 
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes 
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown. 
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown 
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown

The Great Airplane Strike

I was down in L.A. town, when our manager said "Jump"
I through my close and my saxophone in a two by four bit trunk
I pushed it to the airport and run to the ticket line
Man said "Son, you could have saves the run, 
Those airplanes just quit flyin'
The flames kept gettin' higher
The janitor come runnin' in, 
So scare his face was white
So, I explained my situation, he said "That's all right"

If I can't leave here, I just might stay
And that L.A. fly way is goin' to be my home

Next day I thought that I would leave, 
So I packed my thing again
Waited 14 hours for a taxi to come in
Spotted one that wasn't full and I threw myself in fast
The driver said "I'm sorry but this taxi's out of gas"

If I can't leave here, I just might stay
And that L.A. fly way is goin' to be my home

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