She's quite a mediator
A smoother operator you will never see
Said "See you later"
You know one day I disobeyed her openly
She knows music
I know music too, you see
She's got the power
The teen queen, Rosalie

She's got the pleasure
Comes from all the cornerstones of the world
She's so fantastic
She's everybody's favorite little record girl

She knows music

Up jumped Jack on the railroad track
Said "I've got to get out of town"
"It's been really nice knowing you"
"Hope to see you around"
Oh the boy he could boogie
Oh the boy can kick a ball
But the boy he got hung up
Smooching in the stalls

You've got to give a little love
To those who love to live
You've got to take a little hate
From those who have to wait

The paper called it suicide
A bullet from a forty-five
Nobody cared and nobody cried
Don't that make you feel sad?
Peter Brent combed his hair
And sent for the police
Policeman came, took Peter's name
God, may he rest in peace

No one saw the note beside the body
No one knew the problems
But my God
Suicide

The body remains unidentified
Forgotten in a file

Wild one won't you please come home
You've been away too long, will you
We need you home, we need you near
Come back wild one will you
How can we live without your love
You know that could kill you
How can we carry on
When you are gone my wild one

So you go your way wild one
I'll try and follow
And if you change your mind
I will be waiting here for you tomorrow

I'm tough, rough, ready and able
To pick myself up from under this table
Don't stick no sign on me, I got no label
I'm a little sick, unsure, unsound and unstable

But I'm fighting my way back
I'm busting out and I'm going in
I'm kicking up about the state I'm in
Looking to my future, not my past
I want to be a good boy but how long can it last

Fighting my way back

Down and out in the city
Won't you give a boy a break
Juvenile on trial before committee
Taken all he can take
But the king shall have his vengeance
Especially on the poor
Some say preaching to convert him
Me I'm not too sure

Spring she comes and spring she teases
Brings summer winds and summer breezes
Blow through your hair till autumn leaves us

When the spirit slips away
There's nothing you can do, there's nothing you can say
May the angels be watching over you
When your spirit slips away
When the darkness starts to fall
You're on your own and your back's against the wall
May the angels bring their flame to you
When your spirit slips away

And when the music that makes you blue

I should've known you couldn't take it
You had to make it with another man
You know that's true baby
And I can play that game if you can
It's been a long time since I've come here
To give you what you need
My roots are in Chicago
But I know where I want to plant my seed

I bet a silver dollar you'd love another
And you know that silver dollar, it would make me rich

Let me tell you the hard luck story
About a man named Jack McDuff
He believed in God and glory
But he just wasn't tough enough
I believe in the freedom song
Long live liberty!
I believe in the freedom song
I'll choose my own destiny

Well they took him and they beat him
Underneath the old hanging tree
Saying, "Jack, you must die"
"What will your last words be?"

I've been mixed up, cut up so sit down and shut up
'Cause I'm a hard man
I was hung up, strung out but I can't take no more junk
Even if you can
It will beat ya cheat ya
Deceit ya, defeat ya

No rocker, bopper, show stealin' teeny bopper
Gonna get a thing from me
No fat, black, back scratchin' pussy cat
Gonna get her claws on me

Well they got a scheme to sell you kids