My old barn's about to cave in
It'll fall right on the house I'm in
My burial insurance is overdue again
Still I might break even this year
Well I got me a job and I had it made
I worked three weeks but I didn't get paid
Somebody stole my only chicken at late
Still I might break even this year
Well a taxman says he don't mean me no harm
But if I don't pay, they're gonna take my farm
If they do that just as sure as you're born
I might break even this year
A republican's vote fifty cents and a wink
A democrat's vote a dollar and a drink
If I vote for 'em both, I'll do better I think
And I might break even this year
I've seen the Golden Gate in San Francisco Bay
I've seen the Empire State and walked down ol' Broadway
I've seen the northern lights in some Alaskan town
Since I saw you with him I move I move around
I've seen a movie star at Hollywood and Vine
I've seen the Zanzibar and heard the Big Ben chime
I've seen the Eiffel and I'd been in New Cape Town
Since I saw you with him I move I move around
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I've seen a matador in Barcelona cry
I've seen old Singapore the bridge on river Kwai
I've seen the Mardi Gras and been in One Horse town
Since I saw you with him I move I move around
I move around I move around
People used to bill and coo
But that don't make it with you
Coz there's other things we do
In our time, baby
In our time, yeah
In our time, baby
In our time
Girls were once suffragettes
Now they're out takin' bets
Smokin' filter cigarettes
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time
Holdin' hands in the Louvre
Used to be such a groove
Now some take trips and never move
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time
Mickey Mouse ain't no kid
Since he read the Wizard of Id
He's trying to figure out what he did
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time
Housewives dig rock 'n' roll
If you're wrong you've got soul
If you're twenty then you're old
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
Our own sweet time
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time
In our time, baby
In our time, yeah
In our time....
Male:
When I came home this morning
my clothes were on the floor
Female:
You’d have a drink or two or three
and maybe even more
Male:
Yeah you had my old dog bite me
in a place that I can’t mention
there’s something that I want to ask you
now that I have your attention
Is making a little love out of the question?
Or is it just cause you’re not in the mood?
If making a little love out of the question
than maybe you can fix me up some food?
Female:
You have not been home since Tuesday
and that’s a week ago
You said you car won’t start
because it’s covered up with snow
Well I wasn’t born yesterday Barton
and I know when you lie
It wasn’t snow that made you late
there is no snow in July
Male:
Yeah is making a little love out of the question?
Or is it just cause you’re not in the mood?
If making a little love out of the question
than maybe you can fix me up some food?
Female:
Yeah right making a little love is out of the question
and it’s not because I’m not in the mood
I’m always in the mood
Male:
Ah ha
Female:
Making a little love is out of the question
and you can fix your own ....... food
You know what I think Barton Lee?
Male:
What?
Female:
I think Paula was right, I want a man
in my life and not in my house
Male:
Ohhhh
Female:
Nhhoh O.K. come on take me to bed
Male:
Talk to me I’m listening uhhh
In a small village near La Paz Mexico lived a boy not so many years ago
And hunger was his enemy every day but he never begged the boy called José
And every day he worked in the fields as he worked well
And when the night came this boy slept where he fell
And the earth was the only mother he ever knew some people say
And she gave him strenght and he grew to be a man called José (José José)
One Sunday afternoon this young man saw his first bullfight
And his blood ran hot and he couldn't sleep that night
And as the morning came he thought he heard his mother say
Now you know why you were born José
And he lived for one thing and nothing more he had to be the very best matador
And when he killed his first bull one bright Sunday
You could hear a lace a hundred miles for José (José José)
And as his fame grew his fortune grew too but he gave much of this fortune
away
Because he knew that other's fight is old enemy hunger every day
And so many times he heard God bless you José
And the years passed and Jose said I'll fight great bulls no more
The younger men they better sooth it for
The Sunday game with its blood and its death to pay
You'll soon forget the matador José (José José)
And the next morning we found him lying on the ground
He didn't move he didn't make a sound
And yet we heard from somewhere someone say
Welcome home my little boy José (José José José José)
