Young Men Gone West - The Lyrics

 

 

Dear Jean (I'm Nervous)

(Mason, Slamer)


Dear Jean, Dear Jean

Can I appeal to your better nature?

I'm not the boy I was a week or two ago.

I lost my head halfway through your lecture,

I blew a fuse but how were you to know

Dear Jean

You should report this bizarre behaviour

Puff out your rosy reds, and blow me away

One little smile you could be my saviour

I'd be teacher's pet if you asked me to stay

Dear Jean

I nearly died when I first set eyes on your fulsome fig

Even your teeth are geometry, on your lobes I linger

Each night mother Moon sees me stealing by your ro

I can hear you breathing,

I close my eyes, there's a tingle in my thigh,

are those fingers teasing

I'm nervous, he's nervous, I'm nervous, silly me.

He's nervous, I'm nervous, he's nervous, so tell me,

Dear Jean

Dear Jean

I'm amateur, but I know you can teach me,

I may be green, but I'm ready to learn.

And if you want me to surrender completely

Take off your mortar board and make me a man

Dear Jean

I can't believe, do my eyes deceive, is the door wide open?

Here I go, standing on tippy toe, happy heart full of hoping.

Oh but what can I do? I'm my own poor fool,

now my dreams come crashing

As you share all the joys with my own head-boy

in a scene full of passion

I'm nervous, he's nervous, I'm nervous, what a fool.

He's nervous, I'm nervous, a nervous little fool.

Dear Jean, Dear Jean .. ......

 

 

 

Bad For Business

(Mason, Broughton)


One night on the tiles, that night when the boys and me

went out and played around

I should have stayed home, but I left my old lady here

and headed for the town, for the town.


Laid my money down, hung around underground

Held our glasses high, had too much rye, my head and I.

It was so bad for business, so bad for business,

so bad for business I stayed,

it was so bad for business I stayed.

One knock on the door, who's this with a ring on her hand

I just don't understand.

I'm down on the ground, I guess that I paid the price

'cause I'm married twice round.

Two times around


Come now why make a fuss?

It'll all work out for the three of us

Please don't say we' re through,

there's enough of me for the two of you.

This is so bad for business, so bad for business

so bad for business I stayed,

this is so bad for business .. .

This is so bad for business . . .

 

 

 

Young Men Gone West

(Mason, Thomas)


Around the singles bar, playing parlour games

Marriane plays kiss and run and waves her welcomes again.

She's way out after dark, painted for the part,

to steal some young man's week away and rob him of his

heart.

To tease the lonelv brute with the dark blue tatoo

They choose the longer route up to his room

And leaning an the light, pursuing dirty nights

and eagle out on bail surveys his nails.


CHORUS

Young men gone west for a city roof

Young men gone west for their gin and vermouth

Young men gone west, it's young men for the boys

Leaving the next for their jewels and toys

Young men gone west from unhappy homes

Leading the way for the lonely ones.


Now Harry's lost weekend is trembling to a close,

He's drowned his dreams in nicotine and pawned his

overcoat

He stumbles to the stairs, disturbs a love affair,

he shuffles as they stare and begs to be elsewhere

But can he claim a willing ear before they disappear

He's sure a lover's time worth a dime.


CHORUS

Young men gone west into kisses and crime

Seeing the stairway and wanting to, climb

Young men gone west for the rodeo, mistaking strangers

for people they know

Young men gone west, just wasting their days

Asking directions and losing their way.


 

 

 

Bordello Night

(Broughton)


There's a place I go, not far from New Mexico,

Where we party all night,

Soon as I came from the city, it was

bar room brawls and lazy nights,

Why should I fight? When it's


CHORUS

Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night

Oh Oh, yes it's a Bordello Night,

Burn the midnight oil, you're on foreign soil,

that somehow makes it alright.

It's a Bordello Night.


It's the kind of place where a month is just

twenty eight lazy days,

to just whistle away, in this way.

"Come to the dance?" she asked -

the seven veils or a saraband -

and a mystery romance. When it's . . .


CHORUS


 

 

 

One After Two

(Mason, Thomas)


It's one after two, still glued to the tube

and I'm missing you.

One night by the phone, two rings and you're gone

and I' m back here sleeping alone.


CHORUS

Why should I worry? All's well and it's fair.

I'm only a number, who cares?

What Flood's one after two?

It's one after two, is it afternoon?

I can't ask my room.

I' m happy here on my own, will someone please

leave me alone?

I reach the doorway,

But the milkman's gone.


CHORUS

Why should I worry? All's well and it's fair.

I' m only a number, who cares?

What good's one after two?


 

 

 

Honeymooners

(Mason, Slamer)


Honeymooners, she was a dying breed

Honeymooners, I married a female lead.

Palm court crooners Here more to her taste,

But I was a three time loser with an ordinary face.


Honeymooners, should have heard my mother's tales

When over dinner she insisted I eat snails

Honeymooners, when I caught the waiter's eye

Was then I noticed he was smiling at my wife.


CHORUS

But oh my how we could love, I was hand

and she was glove

The marriage was born in heaven

and we were in bed by seven

But oh my how we could love,

I was hand and she was glove

The marriage went into recession,

all through my pained expression

Honeymooners, she was after making fours

And the ski-instructor was caught between floors

I saw him thank her as she offered him a hand I

So how was he to know that she was into nylon pants.


CHORUS

But oh my how we could love,

I was hand and she was glove

The marriage was born in heaven

and we were in bed by seven.

But oh my how we could love,

I was hand and she was glove.

The marriage went into recession,

All through my pained expression.

Honeymooners I guess it's time to pack my bags,

Goodbye Hawaii, au revoir to all that,

Hello mother, please forgive what I did

But I'm off to find another wife who's into playing bridge.

CHORUS

But oh my how we could love,

I was hand and she was glove,

She wanted a honeymooner,

but I was a "come to sooner''.

But oh my how we could love,

I was hand and she was glove,

We caused a locomotion. because of my jealous notions


 

 

 

The Man Who Ate His Car

(Thomas, Bishton)


Desperate Dan was a solitary man, a loner

He had a girl but I guess he'd just outgrown her

It's hard to dig but he made his big decision

Became the man who ate his car - Collision !!

They spread the news to every local station

Come see the guy who swallows cars, - Sensation !!


CHORUS

They said he couldn't digest it, but he just went ahead

and undressed it

Mechanic in a panic, oh what a state.

He ate his meal full of steel from a plate.

Munched his way into a million hearts as he ate the tyres

and the spare parts.

Some guys do anything to be seen, on the screen,

what a dream, its obscene.

Now it's clear that his career took a wrong turn,

the Golden Gate on a dinner date,

Heartburn, heartburn, heartburn

He's left the earth in a multi-berth Apollo

Venus and Mars, the rest of the stars to swallow.


CHORUS


 

 

 

She's Got Sytle

(Mason, Thomas)


There's been a lot of talk about you momma

About your shady, entertaining ways

How late at night, providing bedside drama

Is helping you to sleep more in the day.

Think of the shame, you'll never get to heaven

Although it's heaven here right by your side

Your little ways so devious and clever

Help me forget how much I love my wife.

CHORUS

She's got style, blowing me hot then cold.

She's got style, dress falling off her shoulder, like a child,

Making me drop my guard as ooh, ooh, she closing the door

She's got style, she getting rich in sin,

She's got style, she gonna take us all, a certain smile,

Recling with Garbo's eyes as ooh, ooh,

why she leaving me asking for more?


And as I leave there's one more in the doorway,

He hangs his coat as you relieve him of his hat,

So for an hour you'll swear to love him always (always)

While you're leaving me with my feet scraping the mat.


CHORUS

She' s got style, blowing me hot then cold

She's got style, dress falling off her shoulder like a child,

Making me drop my guard as ooh, ooh, she closing the door

She's got style, she getting rich in sin,

She's got style, she gonna take us all, a certain smile,

Recling with Garbo's eyes as ooh, ooh, she's got style, etc


 

 

 

The Runaround

(Mason, Broughton)


I had words with Rudy down on the lot

He couldn't help me out, it seems he forgot

What my name was, he was one of my many shoulders

Growing cold

nothing to cry on or rely on for a friend

CHORUS

They call me the runaroud, happily holding her hand

The best kept man in town, lead your lady around,

runaround.

I recall when half the world held her breath

The letters of her name hung in mid-air

But I woke up to a nightmare, and she follows me around,

running gauntlets, staring haunted at the ground.

CHORUS (repeat)

Hang around in Romanoff's to be seen,

friends pass by like I've never been.

I remember party night, Halloween,

I was Tambourlaine and she was my queen

But the champagne and the wine stains and the friends

who waived goodby,

only echo as the wind blows, through the chandelier.

CHORUS


 

 

 

Millionaire

(Mason, Broughton)


Laying low, hiding out in Mexico

Talking to friends through the eye of a video.

Scared to loose, surrounded by fools, you're wanting lust to

shout it out, but there's nothing left to talk about

Overhearing chance remarks, viewing movies in the dark,

and so your body stays alive but not your heart.

Losing all you are, to be a millionaire, a millionaire.


You remember how it used to be

Making you smile like a half-forgotten melody

Oh it made you laugh when people pushed for autographs,

but now it seems your yesterdays

are pictures on a yellow page.

Now you've found your hideaway,

heavy shutters hide the day

You've got nothing left to lose except the night.

Oh yes you've earned the right to be a millionaire,

a millionaire.

CHORUS

'Cause you're a millionaire, you've got plenty to spare.

All the time in the world to go anywhere

If you lose it all would you really care?

Would it bruise you?

'Cause it's a masquerade in many ways,

It's like wearing shades on a cloudy day

You know it don't make the weather change,

but it fools you.

`Cause you're a millionaire, a millionaire.

And as the sand runs from the glass

And they whisper "gone at last" and the

shadows come and go

but never pass

Oh bad times never last, when you're a millionaire,

a millionaire.

CHORUS

 

 

 

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