She touches your heart
When she comes through the door
Changes your life as she crosses the floor
And just for a moment you want to do more
Than watch her dance on by
Make her your friend
And you’re never alone . .

The natives are restless
They are burning down the night
You can bet your life
there’ll be some hell to pay
The story of humanity
Is bloody with insanity
And punks like us . . .

I came of age
In a time of remarkable changes
I got an education
In the fine art of rhythm and blues
Those days are gone
But the changes still play out inside me
I can stand up . . .

Sugar pie you can take that to the bank
I’ve a reputation
For being less than frank
Something inside of me’s busted
Guys like me, we can’t be trusted
Sugar pie you
Can take that to the bank . . .

I grew up in the land of the free
With Boney Maroney and Johnny B. Goode
Mustang Sally and Stagger Lee
Lived in my neighborhood
But this ain’t a song about the good old days
It’s not a lesson about right and wrong
It’s not a warning to change your ways . . .

The news today
Is filled with confusion
So many people got so much to say
And things get lost,
Ignored or forgotten
And I wake up in the morning
And try to find my way