Everyone tells me I was dealt a losing hand The way that I look And the way that I act It's not hard to understand Sure I got troubles Maybe you got'em too I'd like to explain what has happened to me So it doesn't happen to you
I was born in Los Angeles Many, many, many years ago We lived out in North Hollywood then In a steamy little bungalow My mother, my father My baby brother and me Playin' cowboys all day Out there in the valley What a perfect family
Hey, hey Get 'em up, get 'em up Come a ti yi Hey
Went off to high school When I was thirteen I was kind of advanced If you know what I mean Got into some trouble Drinkin' heavy with my friends in the hills My daddy had to come down to the station to get me He said, "Where is my angry young man?"
Take me back Baby, please take me back I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport In this greasy little shack Take me back Baby, please take me back Just give me a chance and we'll start all over again
Now that young girl Was just a summertime thing She went back to school When the school bell ring Now I do my laundry by myself Every night I eat alone Baby please, please, please Won't you let me come back home
Goin' off to college Passed every test They said, "Let's send this boy to Palo Alto He could be one of the best" Four years at Stanford Worked very hard A lot of good it did me, little tramp, Your're ruining my life
Take me back Baby, please take me back I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport In this greasy little shack Take me back Baby, please take me back Just give me a chance And we'll start all over again Just give me a chance And we'll start all overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
