Kyle Quit The Band
Verse:
My story is much to sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui
Then I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face
Chorus:
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you
Some like the perfume from Spain
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically too
But I get a kick out of you
Maggie May
Darling, I hate to tell you,
but I think I'm catching a cold.
Put another chair on the fire,
bring a bottle over here, I feel I'm getting old.
I like your laugh, and a hot romance,
and your orn'ry sense of humour,
but if it rains again like it did today
I'm gonna have to leave a little bit sooner.
Got to get me some South America sun.
Honey, don't even ask me if you can come along.,
down at the border you need to look older,
and you sure don't look like my daughter.
Your ridiculous age, such a sweet outrage,
and I'll end up in a Mexican jail.
Darling, please don't cry you know I wouldn't tell you no lie!
Look over there! Oh my God, don't look now, but it appears to be
rainin' again,
get upstairs, pack my book of pray'rs,
honey hurry, I'm catching pnumonia.
I've gotta move while I'm in the mood or I'll disappear into that
wall.
Darling, please don't curse, it really couldn't be any worse.
Say I'm a sun fanatic, but it's dark in your attic and your cat sleeps
over my head.
I know I'm not a football star,
but I'm one little better than that.
So I'm much obliged, gotta fuel my pride and a cup of tea ev'ry
morning,
I'll say goodbye, let you marry that guy,
you know I wouldn't tell you no lie.