NO YOU DON'T
You keep tellin' me don't hang around
While you play around with the clowns that you found
It ain't right
Now and then I get tired of the sound of you putting me down
While you're playing the town everynight
I'm getting hung up, yes I am, yes I am
And you don't give a damn
Chorus:
No You Don't
Have to treat me like a fool
No You Don't
Have to be so bloody cool
No You Don't
Have to make up all the rules
No You Don't
No, No You Don't
No You Don't
You keep playing your reckless games that will bring you fame
But I'll take the blame for your name
Well you think you've got my life in your hands
But you don't understand, that I've got my own plans
My own plans
I'm going down, yes I am, yes I am
And you don't give a damn
(Chorus)
Peaches (Intro)
(Shel Silverstein)
She's the queen of the Silver Dollar, and she rules this smokey kingdom
And her sceptre is a wine glass and a bar-stool is her throne
And the jesters, they flock around her, and they fight to win her favours
And see which one will take the queen of the Silver Dollar home
She arrives in all her splendour every night at nine o'clock
And her chariot is a cross-town bus that stops right down the block
The ol' piano minstrel plays a song as she walks in
And the queen of the Silver Dollar, she's home again
She's the queen of the Silver Dollar
She's the queen of the Silver Dollar, and she rules this smokey kingdom
And her sceptre is a wine glass and a bar-stool is her throne
And the jesters, they flock around her, and they fight to win her favours
And see which one will take the queen of the Silver Dollar home
She arrives in all her splendour every night at nine o'clock
And her chariot is a cross-town bus that stops right down the block
The ol' piano minstrel plays a song as she walks in
And the queen of the Silver Dollar, she's home again
She's the queen of the Silver Dollar