Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and chicks
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms
's got a daytime job he's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for breakfast just to put me
Calling Elvis Is anybody home? Calling Elvis I'm here all alone Did he leave the building? Or can he come to the phone? Calling Elvis I'm here all alone
Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo And I been riding
Lady writer on the TV Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left a come on too Lady writer on the TV She had another quality The
the, twisting by the By the pool We're twisting by the pool We're twisting by the pool Twisting, twisting by the pool Sitting in a small cafe now Swing, swing
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be, bop, a, lua, baby, what I say Here comes Johnny singing I gotta woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make
There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane
Here I am again in this mean old town And you're so far away from me And where are you when the sun go down? You're so far away from me You're so far
It?s a mystery to me The game commences For the usual fee Plus expenses Confidential information It?s in a diary This is my investigation It?s not a
Oversættelse: Dire Straits. Sultans Of Swing.
