get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation) This is my generation This is my generation, baby Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation) And
and cold Can't explain Way down in my soul, yeah Can't explain I said Can't explain I'm feelin' good now yeah but Can't explain Dizzy in the head and
made out of sack I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south And now you dare to
One girl was called Jean Marie Another little girl was Felicity Another little girl was Sally Joy The other was me, and I'm a boy My name is Bill, and
Jack They tried and tried and tried They dropped things on his back And lied and lied and lied and lied and lied But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping And
: See Me Feel Me Touch Me Heal Me See Me Feel Me Touch Me Heal Me Listning to you, I get the music Gazing at you, I get the heat Following you, I climb
Can't hear those buzzers and bells, Don't see lights a flashin' Plays by sense of smell. Always has a replay, 'n' never tilts at all... That deaf dumb and
: Well, I'm a'gonna raise a fuss, An' I'm a'gonna raise a holler I've been working all summer Just to try and earn a dollar Well I went to the boss Said
That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and
With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone And the men who spurred us on Sit in judgement of all wrong They decide and
a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out She's playing all night And the music
can see for miles and miles I can see for miles and miles I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and
on me On the dry and dusty road The nights we spent apart alone I need to get back home To cool cool rain I can't sleep and I lay and I think The night
: I don't mind all the guys dancing with my girl That's fine, I know them all pretty well And I know sometimes I must get out in the light Better leave
meek There's the Bowl and the Fillmore The Cow and the Greek You sniffed at the cork Chose low on the list Held your glass to the light And gazed through
digging Prettier women Magically bored On a quiet street corner Free frustration In our minds and our toes Quiet stormwater M-m-my generation Uppers and
beautiful as you are' And I've managed somehow to survive You arrived in my life like a fragrance And helped me find a way to laugh And I know now so
have it!) Thruppence and sixpence every day Just to drive to my baby Thruppence and sixpence each day 'Cause I drive my baby every way Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus ... I said, now