Great acoustic 3

Letra

[male piano and guitar mash up] So I’m going to rock this song……original….well I mean it’s an A.I. original…..well not really [female] That’s enough thanks babe. [jam] Some people call me the space cowboy but This is the story of Billy Joe and Bobby Sue not the gangster of love But home is where I want to be once in a lifetime Singing come on Eileen…. you mean everything cus I’m falling even more in love with you and you look like Buddy Holly in the summer time blues, not blue if I was green I would die but we’re dancing when the stars go blue Because blue ain’t your color but behind blue eyes Cus your my girl blue jean baby And Billie Jean’s not my lover In a tee shirt, those old jeans shorts, You wore my teeeeeeeee shirt! In this beautiful mess I’ve made, so won’t you fall into me? Cus it’s a quarter after 1. To the 2 to the 3 and to the 4. I said 2 to the 3 and to the………. For the very first time it’s more than feeling. STRANGERS WAITING! I walk alone, I walk alone. Can I have your attention please? Would the real….. world just stop hassling me? Cus trouble, trouble, trouble trouble. Trouble….. I won’t back down. So guess who’s back back again? Sending out an SOS? Message in a bottle! Reads dear mom and dad please send money Cus everybody’s working for the weekend so Work work work It’s the trumpets and they go. They goooooo— they gooooo and I crash my car into the bridge……. I don’t care singing boooom clap. The beat of my heart and shot through the heart cus you gave lovely, oh lovely, my endless love is easy like Sunday morning and Sunday morning rain is falling when we’re freeeee free falling.. so cut my life into pieces these pieces. Pieces of me. Me? Me oh my. You’re the apple of my eye. Of the tiger. So hear me ROAR! But I miss the lands of Africa at the Y M C A but next day’s function is a high class luncheon so drive 2 miles an hour so everybody sees you. Jump jump jump jump. It’s tricky! Like Stacy’s mom, she’s got it going on and we’re going down down down down Everyone knows these. Sing along! She doesn’t own a dress….hair is always A MESS Billy Joel’s space monkey mafia meet Virginia stop pretending like we’re just friends. And I can’t keep crawling back down to the bedrock I’m down I’m down Cus on this black rock is where I want to be Cus the sky was gold and I said gold lion gonna Go down down I think I’ve seen this film before cus we found Wonderland in my wildest dreams. My wildest dreams. And I didn’t like the ending and I’m not your problem anymore. So welcome to New York. It’s been waiting for you you and now we got bad blood. Cus it’s me, hi, I’m the problem it’s me. So shake it off shake it off. No way it was the last night we break up. If I’m the problem, you might be the reason. So pour me another drink cus I’m chasing you. I’m chasing you. Are you thinkin bout me? Are you thinkin bout me? We are never ever ever getting….. BACK TO YOU! It always comes around, back to you. and we got the afternoon. we got a room for 2. Cus she’s always buzzing like neon. Neon. And someday I’ll fly. someday I’ll soar. But my stupid mouth has got me in trouble. So would you want me when I’m not myself? You make me feel like I’m living a teenage dream cus you’re hot and you’re cold and I got the heart of a lion and baby your a firework. California girls were unforgettable. You want to play with magic? Cover me with daises daises daiiiiiises— A thousand other boys could never reach you and I’d give up forever to touch you. So why don’t you slide into my room but somehow here is gone and Broadway’s dark tonight but I won’t tell em your name. It’s stranger— it’s stranger— than your sympathy. We are never ever ever getting drunk on plane. Cus I was thinking bout a little white tank top but I’m still a burning man. I’m a little bit steady. And you make my world go black. Hit me like a heart attack. So say you do and I’ll hold on. We are never ever ever gonna leave the light on. Leave the light on. Cus I walked off you and I thought it was a dream. And I’m so sick of dreaming and you were going in for the kill. Now I’m back in my body— and you were one of the rotten ones but I liked you for that. I know she knows I’m not fond of asking and I don’t want your body In December drinking horchata on your ottoman couch. How fancy your furniture. And I was a diplomats son— but why would you lie about anything at all cus Dianne Young at the bottom of the sea. Look outside the raincoats coming. I think your a contra but there’s no where else to go. Soooooooooooo— ruuuuuuuun— only with you