Текст песни «Max Webster - Hangover»

(Music--Kim Mitchell/Lyrics--Pye DuBois)

tomorrow don't be here today / take a cruise take a holiday
cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window sun

C--i don't feel you but i know you're around
i can feel you cause i feel the sound
cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window sun
alka seltzer, tang and a 50 / it's all over / hangover

it's getting warmer it's controlling my mind
it's coming closer i'm biding my time
double vision when the bars close down
double vision when the bars close down
my legs are weak her arms are strong
the door is open the stairs are steep
the room is near but oh so far
the lights are round but so are the stars--C

you got a hangover?
i got a hangover

@SONG--Here Among the Cats
(M--Mitchell/L--DuBois)

i got rock and roll shoes i got T.V. blues
and i don't have any friends here among the cats heare among the cats
i got the cure for the flues and i really don't mind the screws

i keep tellin' everybody / i keep tellin' everyone everyone
should 'ave been a doctor

can't get any soap stone carve away the war
won't join the army band sell in a general store
cops won't catch me walking in the grass
or breaking the bank on sunday to fake some extra cash
or to keep a sleep upon the wall like a lion stalks in stone
or to have the visions of a bad or nine plus lives just like a cat
don't i have any friends here among the cats here among the cats?

i got the cure for the flues and i really don't mind the screws
and i keep tellin' all the fools i should 'ave been a Lectric Cat

i keep tellin' everybody / i keep tellin' everyone everyone
i shoulda been a doctor

ain't there any visions i can contract
to have night eyes or fly like the crow flies
oh but don't i have any friends here among the cats here among the cats?

now ain't there any systems to curb the hiccups and the scratch?

@SONG--Blowing the Blues Away
(M & L--Terry Watkinson)

There's a bottle of wine in the kitchen
If you feel like hanging around
We can watch the rain on the window
We can burn your blues to the ground

Blowing the blues away

If you got shot down by a bad man
Baby I can bring you around
I can lay on love like a mad man
I can burn your blues to the ground

Blowing the blues away

I liked you better in your rags, Cinderella
'Cause that's when you like to play
Drying up a rainy day
Blowing the blues away

Drying up a rainy day
Blowing the blues away
Mama would you like to play
Blowing the blues away