New Sensations
Album - 1984 - Debaser id 88122

Jealousy, endlessly
sweeps through my mind
Jealousy, often causes me to
be unkind

I'm sorry I said that
I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Endlessly jealous of you
being endlessly jealous of me
The man that you thought I could be turning red
with jealousy

Endlessly jealousy
eats through my skull
Endlessly jealousy
makes me feel dull

Fighting
endless jealous fighting
I feel my fingers tightening
tightening, please don't break her arm

Jealously thinking of you
of your endless possession of me
Of my jealousy, endlessly, jealousy, endlessly
jealous of you

Sorry, running to a phone to say
I'm sorry, running out of dimes
the phone on the street spits at me
have a good day

Sorry, please you know how I am sorry
I've been this way for
Oh, so long, endlessly, zealously
jealous of you

Jealousy, endlessly
eats through my mind
Jealousy, endlessly
makes me be unkind

I'm sorry I said that
I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Endlessly jealous of you
being endlessly jealous of me
Endlessly jealous of you being endlessly
jealous of me

Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you

The first bite of the apple made Eve smart
the second bite taught her how to break men's hearts
The third bite taught her how to strut her stuff
but she never got to the fourth bite
that says "Enough is enough"

Enough is enough, baby, I've had enough of you
you can keep your dresses, you can keep your jewels
You can keep the color TV, those soaps just make me sick
all I'm asking you leave me is my little red joystick

My red joystick, my red joystick
all I'm asking you leave me is my little red joystick
My red joystick, my red joystick
all I'm asking you leave me is my little red joystick

Eve kissed Able, that's how he got murdered by Cain
Abraham gave up his son, to keep his wife away
And even the Lord Almighty
speaking from the trenches to the pits
spoke for all of mankind, when he said

Take the Porsche, take the kids
take the stocks, baby, take the rugs
Take those roses from my poor heart wilting
but, please, please, hey, please, leave me my red joystick

Leave me my red joystick, leave me my red joystick
Leave me my red joystick

Eve drank apple cider, Eve brewed good apple wine
Eve cooked up stewed apples, knew how to have a good time
She came into the bedroom, raised her skirts up high
she said, "If a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, baby
give me a piece before I die"

Hey, Eve take a bite of my apple
I know you think you're pretty slick
the one thing I ask you to leave me is my red joystick

My red joystick, ooohhh, my red joystick
all I'm asking you leave me is my little red joystick
My red joystick, baby, my red joystick
all I'm asking you leave me is my little red joystick

My red joystick
hey ..., my red joystick
Ooohhh, red joystick
please, leave me my red joystick
... red joystick
please, leave me my red joystick
My red joystick
...
(My red joystick, my red joystick)

If you gave up major vices
you're between a hard place and a wall
And your car breaks down in traffic
on the street
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
you can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me
baby, turn to me

If your father is free basing
and your mother turning tricks
That's still no reason
you should have a rip
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
you can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me
turn to me

When your teeth are ground down to the bone
and there's nothing between your legs
And some friend died of something
that you can't pronounce, ah
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
hey baby, you can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me
turn to me

You can't pay your rent, your boss is an idiot
and your apartment has no heat
And your wife says, "Maybe
it's time to have a child"
Remember, I'm the one who loves you
and you can always give me a call
Turn to me, turn to me
turn to me

When it's all too much you turn the TV set on
and light a cigarette
And then a public service announcement
comes creeping on
And you see a lung corroding
or a fatal heart attack
Turn to me, turn to me
baby, turn to me, I'm just a phone call away

Turn to me, turn to me
hey, turn to me, one .... a dollar
Turn to me, baby
turn to me
(Turn to me, turn to me
turn to me)
(Turn to me, turn to me
turn to me)

What becomes a legend most
when she's alone in a hotel lobby
What becomes a legend most
some bad champagne and some foreign bottled beer

What becomes a legend most
when the musicians have come and then leave her
What becomes a legend most
besides being a legendary star

What becomes a legend most
lying in bed cold and regal
What becomes a legend most
lying in bed watching a talk show on TV

What becomes a legend most
fifty days in fifty cities
And everyone says she looks pretty
at least as pretty as a legend should

Fifty days can wear you down
fifty cities flying by
A different man in each different hotel
and if you're not careful, word can get around

What becomes a legend most
not a bed, that is half empty
Not a heart, that is left empty
that's not pretty, not pretty at all

What becomes a legend most
when she's lying in her hotel room
What becomes a legend most
well baby, tonight it's you (tonight it's you)
Baby, tonight it's you

(What becomes a legend most, sha-la-la-la-la) Baby, it's you
(what becomes a legend most, sha-la-la-la-la) maybe tomorrow
(What becomes a legend most, sha-la-la-la-la) Baby, it's you
(what becomes a legend most, sha-la-la-la-la)
(What becomes a legend most, sha-la-la-la-la)
(what becomes a legend most, sha-la-la-la-la)
(What becomes a legend most, sha-la-la-la-la)
(what becomes a legend most, sha-la-la-la-la)

Read in the paper 'bout a man killed with a sword
and that made my think of my friend George
People said the man was five foot six
sounds like George with his killing stick

Hey bro, what's the word
talkin' 'bout my friend George
Hey bro, what's the word
talkin' 'bout my friend George
You talkin' 'bout my friend George

I knew George since he's eight
I always thought that he was great
And anything that George would do
you know that I would do it too

George liked music and George liked to fight
he worked out in a downtown gym every night
I'd spar with him when work was done
we split lips but it was all in fun

Hey bro, what's the word
you talkin' 'bout my friend George
Hey bro, what's the word
talkin' 'bout my friend George
Talkin' 'bout my friend George

Next thing I hear George's got this stick
he's using it for more than kicks
I seen him down at Smalley's bar
he was wired up, I tried to calm him down

Avenge yourself he says to me
avenge yourself for humanity
Avenge yourself for the weak and the poor
stick it to these guys right through their heads

Well, the fight is my music, the stick is my sword
and you know that I love you, so please don't say a word
Can't you hear the music playing, the anthem, it's my call
and the last I seen of George was him
running through the door, I says -

Hey bro, what's the word
talkin' 'bout my friend George
Hey bro, what's the word
you talkin' 'bout my friend George
Talkin' 'bout my friend George

Hey bro, what's the word
you talkin' 'bout my friend George
Hey bro, what's the word
what me saying 'bout my friend George
Hey bro, what's the word
hear you talkin' 'bout my friend George
Hey bro, what's the word
I hear talkin' 'bout my friend George