Old Medley (Live at Knebworth Festival, 2nd August 1992)

Lyrics

Old medley Dance on the volcano Holy Mother of God, you've got to go faster than that to get to the top. Dirty old mountain all covered in smoke. She can turn you to stone. So you better start doing it right. Better start doing it right You're halfway up and you're halfway down. And the pack on your back is turning you around. Throw it away, you won't need it up there. And remember, you don't look back, whatever you do. Yes you better start doing me right. Yes you better start doing me right The lamb lies down on Broadway And the lamb lies down on Broadway Early morning Manhattan. Ocean winds blow on the land. The Movie-Palace is now undone. The all-night watchmen have had their fun. Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show. It's the same old ending, time to go. Get out! It seems they cannot leave their dream. There's something moving in the sidewalk steam. And the lamb lies down on Broadway… Nighttime's flyers feel their pains. Drugstore takes down the chains. Metal motion comes in bursts But the gas station can quench that thirst Suspension cracked on unmade road. The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'. And out of the subway Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid. Exits into daylight, spray gun hid. And the lamb lies down on Broadway On Broadway. On Broadway. On Broadway They say the lights are always bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air. Tonight, tonight, tonight. They say the lights are always bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air He musical box She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair, I want to get to know your face. She's a lady, she is mine. Oh, brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. Just a little bit I've been waiting here for so long. And all this time they passed me by. It doesn't seem to matter now. Now, not now You stand there with your fixed expression. Just casting doubt on all I have to say. Why don't you touch me, touch me? Why don't you touch me, touch me? Touch me now, now, now, now, now Now, now, now, now, now. Now, now, now, now, now. Now, now, now, now. Now, now, now, now Firth of fifth - instrumental part I know what I like (in your wardrobe) It's one o'clock and time for lunch. Bum de dum de dum. When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench. I can always hear them talk There's always been Ethel. "Jacob, wake up, you've got to tidy your room now!" And then Mister Lewis… "Isn't it time that he was out on his own?" Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds, cuckoo to you. Keep them mowing blades sharp And I know what I like. And I like what I know. It's getting better in your wardrobe. Stepping one beyond your show. It's your show. Your show And I know what I like. And I like what I know. It's getting better in your wardrobe. Stepping one beyond your show. Your show. Your show You know that it's your show. You know that it's your show When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench. I can always hear them talk. Me, I'm just a lawnmower. You can tell me by the way I walk That's all Just as I thought it was going alright, I find out I'm wrong, when I thought I was right. It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all I could say day, you'd say night. Tell it's black when I know that it's white. It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all Illegal alien It's no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya. It's no fun being an illegal alien, and it's getting me down. It's no fun being an illegal alien, no no no no no. It's no fun being an illegal alien, yeah yeah yeah You have your own special way… Follow you, follow me I will follow you will you follow me. All the days and nights that we know will be. I will stay with you will you stay with me. Just one single tear in each passing year I will follow you will you follow me. All the days and nights that we know will be. I will stay with you will you stay with me. Just one single tear in each passing year I know what I like (reprise) I know, well I know what I like. And I like what I know. I know, I know. It's getting better in your wardrobe. Stepping one beyond your show. Your show. You know that it's your show. Your show!