And you know that its something special youre needin And you know that theres no drug thatll do for the healin And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler Thats been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that dont bar no race That wont laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That its you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that youre sitting That the world aint got you beat That it aint got you licked It cant get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hopes just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner round a wide-angled curve But thats what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good Cause you look an you start getting the chills Cause you cant find it on a dollar bill And it aint on Macys window sill And it aint on no rich kids road map And it aint in no fat kids fraternity house And it aint made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it aint on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks its funny No you cant find it in no night club or no yacht club And it aint in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell youre bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just aint a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it aint in the rumors peoplere tellin you And it aint in the pimple-lotion people are sellin you And it aint in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie stars blouse And you cant find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus cant tell you and neither can Santa Claus
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 03:06:39 +0000