Manhattan, Manhattan, Manhattan, Manhattan Manhattan madness You've got me at last I'm like a fly upon a steeple Watching seven million people Do a rhythm
My eyes are open wide By the way I made it through the day I watch the world outside By the way I'm leaving out today I just saw Haley's Comet, she waved
crying to me Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe You've been infected by a social disease Well, then take your medicine I created the sound of madness
Take it and take it and take it and take it and take it all Take it and take it and take it until you take us all Smash it and crash it and thrash it
I painted your room at midnight So I'd know yesterday was over I put all your books on the top shelf Even the one with the four leaf clover Man, I'm getting
I never thought I'd miss you Half as much as I do And I never thought I'd feel this way The way I feel about you As soon as I wake up Every night, every
Take time for your pleasure And laugh with love Take the hand of another And sing for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa
Well, there's a man I know At least, I used to years ago I didn't really mind He used to come 'round all the time Of course, he had to be fed I had to
answers in bottles And others in degenerate ways But I don't care much for the question Madness is all in the mind Madness is all in the mind Madness is all in the mind Madness
(Barson/McPherson/Foreman/Smash/Daisuke Inoue/Bill Crutchfield) (City, city!) (City!) He is just a boy in the city Dressed the same he's uniformly pretty
You cant help the way you feel But realise that this is real... Look back..... You cant help the way you feel But realise that this is real... Are
I've been driving in my car It's not quite a Jaguar I bought it in Primrose Hill From a bloke from Brazil It was made in fifty-nine In a factory by the
I'll be your promotional copy In this here number one band Take your business Beyond your furthest dreams sounds Sounds great sounds really grand but
I read a brand new paper About a man who had a thousand guns Lived in the Southern States Ran away from everyone He felt it wasn't safe Even in the Southern
come in off the street And you're beginning to feel the heat Well listen buster You better start to move your feet To the rockinest, rock-steady beat Of madness
Every morning at the break of dawn Sleeping deeply next to me To every evening as the sun goes down Together we stay, together we'll stay Nobody else
Received a letter just the other day Don't seem they wanna know you no more They've laid it down given you their score Within the first two lines it bluntly
Its all eggs bacon beans and a fried slice. Did you see the one, yeah yeah, The one they wrote in the paper just the other day, Well, well would you