Teksty:
Costello Elvis

Bells are chiming for victory There's a page back in history, 45 They came back to the world that they fought for Didn't turn out just like they thought

A long time ago, our point of view Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew And now the world is full of sorrow and pain And it's time for us to speak up again

We oughta be ashamed We oughta be ashamed We use and abuse such a wonderful name See the blooming of the flowers When the spring first appears Hear the

We may seem happy Like everything's alright But from the outside lookin' in Everything's uptight But deep down inside We're coverin' up the pain It's

Speak darkly, my angel Or do I have to plead? The sweetness has gone out of it And all that's left is bitter barren greed A needy lover with her almost

She can roll her shoulder, she can roll her ass Ain't no doubt about it, she's a gamely lass Jerking with her elbow, clever with her knees When she move

Siren is bending, the radio humming Sun is breaking through and the storm is coming The score is obscure, the melody fractured It went by my window, refused

Put away forbidden playthings Amusements and distractions And dismantle the contraption and carry it away In time as beauty dissolves into glamor It

She lives on Pony St. and they should scatter flowers at her feet But when they come calling, I think it?s appalling They?re sober and they?re polite