Yell Help

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin/Davey Johnstone)

 

Yell help,

Too many cooks and a bird in the bush

Yell help

Yell help

If your mirror busts and your cat gets cussed

Yell help.

‘Cause down the road you find someone else who's lookin’,

Down the road you find another sweet lady cookin’

So I gotta yell help

 

Yell help, yell help, yell help, yell help

Some shelter from the storm like the travel agent warned

Yell help

If you can help, your superstitions they gonna keep you warm

‘Cause down the road you find someone else who's lookin’

Down the road you seen another sweet lady cookin’

So I gotta yell help,

Yell help, yell help, yell help, yell help, yell help

 

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Wednesday Night

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin/Davey Johnstone)

 

I wish tonight wasn't Wednesday night

I wish it wasn't the thirteenth of July, yell help

And you're looking at the guy whose eyes can't deny

That he wishes he were somewhere else tonight.

 

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Ugly

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin/Davey Johnstone)

 

Well I met this woman down in New Orleans

Lord she built just like a dream

Even wore stockings that had seams

And she was ugly

 

Now hell I don't mind women of her kind

I'll even pay sometimes for a woman that's ugly

 

She built like a steamroller

Just the kind to mow you over anytime

Hey the moment might arrive

 

On bourbon street

Well the ugliest woman you'll ever meet

But she's mine all mine and she's ugly

 

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Dan Dare (Pilot of the Future)

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

Can you tell me how

Old Dan might have done it

If he’d been here now.

Holy cow    My stars

Might have been mad on the planet Mars.

Because I don’t have foresight to see

If we’ll still be together

In the twenty-first –

In the twenty-first century.

 

He’s our flying ace

Pilot of the future

In an endless space.

Holy cow    My eyes

Never saw a rocket that was quite that size.

Because I don’t have the energy

To be cat and mouse

For the champions –

For the champions of destiny.

 

So long Captain Dan

I fail to see what motivates your hands

Goodbye restless night

You know I loved Dan Dare

But I couldn’t make his flight.

So long    So long

Dan Dare doesn’t know it

He doesn’t know it

He doesn’t know

But I liked the Mekon.

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Island Girl

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

I see your teeth flash

Jamaican honey so sweet

Down where Lexington cross 47th Street

She’s a big girl, she’s standing 6 ft. 3

Turning tricks for the dudes in the big city.

 

Island girl,

What you wantin’ wid de white man’s world

Island girl

Black boy want you in his island world.

He want to take you from de racket Boss,

He want to save you but de cause is lost.

Island girl, island girl, island girl

Tell me what you wantin’ wid de white man’s world.

 

She’s black as coal

But she burn like a fire

And she wrap herself around you

Like a well worn tyre.

You feel her nail scratch your back just like a rake,

He one more gone, he one more john who make de mist

 

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Grow Some Funk Of Your Own

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin/Davey Johnstone)

 

Well I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five

The headlines screamed that I was still alive

I couldn’t understand it

I thought I died last night.

 

I dreamed I’d been in a border town

In a little cantina that the boys had found,

I was desperate to dance

Just to dig the local sounds.

 

When along came a señorita

She looked so good that I had to meet her

I was ready to approach her

With my English charm,

When her brass-knuckled boyfriend

Grabbed my by the arm.

 

And he said grow some funk of your own, amigo

Grow some funk of your own

We no like to with the gringo fight,

But there might be a death in Mexico tonight

If you can’t grow some funk of your own, amigo,

Grow some funk of your own

Take my advice, take the next flight,

And grow some funk, grow your funk at home.

 

Well I looked for support from the rest of my friends

For their vanishing trick they get ten out of ten

I knelt to pray

Just to see if he would comprehend.

 

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I Feel Like A Bullet (In The Gun Of Robert Ford)

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

Like corn in a field I cut you down

I threw the last punch too hard,

After years of going steady.

Well I thought it was time

To throw in my hand for a new set of cards.

 

And I can’t take you dancing out on the weekend

I figured we’d painted too much of this town,

And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon

And I knew then I had lost what should have been found

I knew then I had lost what should have been found.

 

And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford

I’m low as a paid assassin is

You know I’m cold as a hired sword.

I’m so ashamed we can’t patch it up

You know I can’t think straight no more

You make me feel like a bullet honey

In the gun of Robert Ford.

 

Like a child when his toy’s been stepped on

That’s how it all seemed to me,

I burst the bubble that both of us lived in

And I’m damned if I’ll ever get rid of

This guilt that I feel.

 

And if looks could kill I’d be a dead man

Your friends and mine don’t call anymore.

Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded,

Breaking up’s sometimes like breaking the law

Breaking up’s sometimes like breaking the law.

 

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Street Kids

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

They must have had the whole thing planned

There must have been a hundred,

If we make a stand

I think we'll be outnumbered

If I'd had the chance

Then I could understand

Why I'm a juvenile delinquent

In an East End gang.

 

And if you think you've seen gasoline

Burnin’ in my eyes

Don't be alarmed

Tell yourself

It's good to be – it's good to be alive

 

It's just another street kid on your tail

Running on the wrong side of the rails

With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs

I run the toughest bunch this side of town

Those street kids makin’ news just being around.

 

I've been Bottled and been Brained

Squealers can't be trusted,

If we fight tonight

You can bet we'll all be busted.

I'd like to break away from the rut I'm in

But beggars can't be choosers

I was born to sin.

 

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Hard Luck Story

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

Sometimes I think I’m going crazy

Staring at the same four walls

Waiting for the working day to end.

Then I get home so wasted, worn out

Curse at you and tell you

How I’ve done the work of ten to fifteen men

How I’ve struggled for my money

Sweated blood to get us by

Well I’m tired of it honey

Think I’m gonna have to leave here for a while.

 

Ooee ooee ooh all you hear are hard luck stories

Ooee ooee ooh and the ways I look at life.

Ooee ooee ooh and the way I think the world treats me

Ooee ooee ooh and the way that I treat my wife.

 

I never seem to look at you

And see that somewhere underneath

A pair of tired eyes are crying out.

Well you know I work hard all day long

Let me kiss you once with meaning

Just to kill this nagging doubt.

Well you don’t deny I do you proud

And you expect me to be tired

You say there’s no future in our lives

While I persist I’m putting out the fire.

 

Ooee ooee ooh all you hear are hard luck stories

Ooee ooee ooh just a few well chosen words

Ooee ooee ooh cause you’re the woman of a working man

Ooee ooee ooh you’ve got the heart of a working girl.

 

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Feed Me

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

Don't close the shades

I'm scared of the darkness

I'm cold as a razor blade,

I’m inches from madness

 

Don't let me sleep here,

They're all trying to kill me

I've seen the walls moving

They've all heard me screaming,

Screaming,

 

Feed me

Feed my needs and then just leave me

Let me go back where you found me

‘Cause I miss my basement

The sweet smell of new paint

The warmth and the comforts of home

So feed me

Give me my treatment and free me

My arms are so hungry so feed me

 

The room's so distorted

And filled with mad shadows

I feel like a carcass

I’m white like a marrow bone

 

It all seems so long ago

I remember them laughing

I heard the ambulance scream

I saw the red light flashing, flashing.

 

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Billy Bones And The White Bird

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

Take the wheel I hear the timbers creaking

Take the wheel I think this ship is sinking

Jamaica suns so far and I’ve been thinking

Old Billy Bones has gone to sea

And quit his dockside drinking.

 

Check it out, check it out, check it out.

 

And when I’m dead who’ll fly the White Bird home

I’m not the ancient mariner your children know.

And the sea’s the field these old jack tars have sown

‘Cause Billy Bones just wants to know

Who’ll fly the White Bird home.

 

Check it out, check it out, check it out.

 

Your majesty, your majesty

I heard the bo’sun cry

Old Billy Bones has washed ashore

Upon a foreign tide.

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