ATBS Neil should take his own advice
"Walk On"
I hear some people
been talkin' me down,
Bring up my name,
pass it 'round.
They don't mention
happy times
They do their thing,
I'll do mine.
Ooh baby,
that's hard to change
I can't tell them
how to feel.
Some get stoned,
some get strange,
But sooner or later
it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.
I remember
the good old days,
Stayed up all night
gettin' crazed.
Then the money
was not so good,
But we still did
the best we could.
Ooh baby,
that's hard to change
I can't tell them
how to feel.
Some get stoned,
some get strange,
But sooner or later
it all gets real.
Walk on, walk on,
Walk on, walk on.
A hip drag queen and a side-walkin' street wheeler
Comin' down the avenue
They're all your friends, you'll come to love 'em
There's a load of 'em waitin' for you
Lookout Joe, you're comin' home
Old times were good times
Old times were good times
Remember Millie from down in Philly?
She took my brain and forgot my name
The woman you were with was about the same
She took your money and left town
Lookout Joe, you're comin' home
Old times were good times
Old times were good times
Glory hallelujah
Will I lay my burden down?
Singin' on the streets around
Look at that crazy clown (look at him)
Remember Bill from up on the hill?
A Cadillac put a hole in his arm
But old Bill, he's up there still
Havin' a ball, rollin' to the bottom
Lookout Joe, you're comin' home
Old times were good times
Old times were good times
Old times were good times
