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No. 1 In Heaven is available at Amazon. You may also find the Sparks Compilations of interest. |
Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn
Ah, we are a quarter billion strong
Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn
We just want to be someone
We're the future and the past, we're the only way you're gonna last
We're just pawns in a funny game, tiny actors in the oldest play
It's an angry sea we face, just to get the chance to join the race
Gotta make it, gotta try, gotta get the chance to live and die
Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn
Ah, we are a quarter billion strong
Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn
We just want to be someone
We must, we must, we must leave from here
We must, we must, we must, we must leave from here
Gotta make our play, gotta get away
Gotta make our play, gotta get away
Gotta make our play, gotta get away
Gotta make our play
Let us out of here, let us out of here, let us out of here
We just want to feel the sun and be your little daughter or your son
We're just words that lovers use, words that light that automatic fuse
When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone
Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn
Ah, we are a quarter billion strong
Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn
We just want to be someone
Do the saint
Do the waif
Do the child
That was great
Great performances only come with some inspiration
Oh, what a great performance
What a convincing performance
An Academy Award performance
Well produced
Clever lines
Well rehearsed
Well defined
There's a goldmine in what you do, but of course you know that
That's not bad
Nor is that
Very good
So was that
On behalf of the guys you've known, here's your golden trophy
Oh, what a great performance
What a convincing performance
An Academy Award performance
Play the scene
Naturelle
Drop the lights
Drop the towel
No director can tell you what you should do, you'll do it
What panache
Oh, what style
Pack the house
Pack the aisles
Everyone's in the dark when you're in the room, those rumors
Goldiggers arise
Goldiggers are hungry guys
Goldiggers are we
Step up follow me
Mira, mira, guys, there's Lira in her eyes, La Dolce Vita
Looking real bored is what you pay me for, La Dolce Vita
Looking real bored's as hard as scrubbing floors, La Dolce Vita
I'm overpaid but still I'll ask for more, La Dolce Vita
Baby, after all you've got to help the poor, La Dolce Vita
Goldiggers arise
Goldiggers are hungry guys
Goldiggers are we
Step up follow me
Mira, mira, guys, there's Lira in here eyes, La Dolce Vita
I catch a cold just by looking in your eyes, La Dolce Vita
That's just a hazard in work of this kind, La Dolce Vita
Baby you're looking younger every day, La Dolce Vita
I really mean it, it ain't just the pay, La Dolce Vita
Goldiggers arise
Goldiggers are hungry guys
Goldiggers are we
Step up follow me
Mira, mira, guys, there's Lira in her eyes, La Dolce Vita
Life isn't much, but there's nothing else to do, La Dolce Vita
Entered school when I was two
PhD'd that afternoon
Never entered any sports
Didn't look too good in shorts
Got divorced when I was four
I've seen everything there is
I've done everything there is
I've met everyone but Liz
Now I've even met ol' Liz
No time for relationship
Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip
You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock,
Beat the clock, beat the clock
I did lots of travelling
Parts of me unraveling
The Army then rejected me
Said I had two flat feet
Wore them out when I was three
Too bad there ain't ten of you
Then I'd show you what I'd do
I could cheat on five of you
And be faithful to you too
But there's only one of you
I've seen everything there is
I've done everything there is
I've met everyone but Liz
Now I've even met ol' Liz
No time for relationship
Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip
You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock,
Beat the clock, beat the clock
You think you're romantic, well I'll whisper in your ear
I'll be all you'll hear for years and years and years
You may be deaf to everything, you won't be deaf to me
My other voice
This is the number one song in heaven
Why are you hearing it now, you ask
Maybe you're closer to here than you imagine
Maybe you're closer to here than you care to be
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
The number one song all over heaven
If you should die before you wake
If you should die while crossing the street
The song that you'll hear, I guarantee
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
The number one song all over heaven
The one that's the rage up here in the clouds
Loud as a crowd or soft as a doubt
Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing
Gabriel plays it,
God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it,
God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it,
God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it, let's hear him play it
The song filters down, down through the clouds
It reaches the earth and winds all around
And then it breaks up in millions of ways
It goes la, la, la......
In cars it becomes a hit
In your homes it becomes advertisements
And in the streets it becomes the children singing...