Billy Joel
Streetlife Serenader (1974)
1. Streetlife Serenader
2. Los Angelenos
3. The Great Suburban Showdown
4. Root Beer Rag
5. Roberta
6. The Entertainer
7. Last of the Big Time Spenders
8. Weekend Song
9. Souvenir
10. The Mexican Connection
Streetlife Serenader
(Billy Joel)
Streetlife serenader
Never sang on stages
Needs no orchestration
Melody comes easy
Midnight masquerader
Shoppin' center heroes
Child of Eisenhower
New world celebrator
Streetlife serenaders
Have such an understanding
How the words are spoken
How to make the motions
Streetlife serenaders
Have no obligations
Hold no grand illusions
Need no stimulation
Midnight masqueraders
Workin' hard for wages
Need no vast arrangement
To do their harmonizing
Los Angelenos
(Billy Joel)
Los Angelenos
All come from somewhere
To live in sunshine
Their funky exile
Midwestern ladies
High-heeled and faded
Drivin' sleek new sports cars
With their New York cowboys
Hiding up in the mountains
Laying low in the canyons
Goin' nowhere in the streets
With the Spanish names
Makin' love with the natives
In their Hollywood places
Making up for all the time gone by
Los Angelenos
All came from somewhere
Cuz it's all so easy
To become acquainted
Electric babies
Blue-jeaned and jaded
Such hot sweet schoolgirls
So educated
Tanning out in the beaches
With their Mexican reefers
No one ever has to feel
Like a refugee
Going into garages
For exotic massages
Making up for all the time gone by
Hiding up in the mountains
Laying low in the canyons
Goin' nowhere in the streets
With the Spanish names
Makin' love with the natives
In their Hollywood places
Making up for all the time gone by
Los Angelenos
All came from somewhere
It's so familiar
Their foreign faces
The Great Suburban Showdown
(Billy Joel)
Flyin' east on a plane drinkin' all that free champagne
I guess I saw this comin' down the line
And I know it should be fun, but I think I should've packed my gun
Got that old suburban showdown in my mind
Sit around with the folks, tell the same old jokes,
Bored to death on Sunday afternoon
Mom and Dad, me and you and the outdoor barbecue
Think I'm gonna hide out in my room
I've been gone for a while, made some changes in my style
And they say you can't go home anymore
Well the streets all look the same, and I'll have to play the game
We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
With the TV on with the neighbors there
Out in the yard where my Daddy worked so hard
He never lets the crabgrass grow too high
Oh, the place hasn't changed
And that's why I'm gonna feel so strange
But I have to face the music bye and bye
I've been gone for a while, made some changes in my style
And they say you can't go home anymore
Well the streets all look the same,
And I'll have to play the game
We'll all sit around in the kitchen chairs
With the TV on with the neighbors there
We'll drive into town when this big bird touches down
I'm only comin' home to say goodbye
Then I'm gone with the wind and
I won't be seen again
Til that great suburban showdown in the sky
Til that great suburban showdown in the sky
Root Beer Rag
(Billy Joel)
Instrumental
Roberta
(Billy Joel)
Roberta, you say you know me
But I see only what you're paid to show me
Oh, I wish you had the time
Oh, I wish you had the time, oh
Roberta, I understand you
I know you need to move in other circles too
It's tough for me
It's tough for you
Roberta, how I've adored you
I'd ask you over but I can't afford you
Oh, I wish you'd take the time
Oh, I wish you'd take the time, oh
Roberta, the night goes slowly
I know you're workin' but you must get lonely too
It's tough for me, It's tough for you
And I'm in in a bad way and I wanna make love to you, oo, oo
Oh, I wish you had the time
Oh, I wish you had the time, oh
Roberta, I really need you
But I suppose that my small change won't see you through
It's tough for me, it's tough for you
The Entertainer
(Billy Joel)
I am the entertainer and I know just where I stand
Another serenader and another long haired band
Today I am your champion, I may have won your hearts,
But I know the game, you'll forget my name,
And I won't be here in another year
If I don't stay on the charts
I am the entertainer and I've had to pay my price
The things I did not know at first I learned by doing twice
But still they come to haunt me, still they want their say
So I've learned to dance with a hand in my pants, I let 'em rub my neck
And I write 'em a check, and they go their merry way
I am the entertainer, been all around the world
I've played all kinds of palaces and laid all kinds of girls
I can't remember faces, I don't remember names
But what the hell, you know it's just as well
'Cause after a while and a thousand miles
It all becomes the same
I am the entertainer, I bring to you my songs
I'd like to spend a day or two but I can't stay that long
I got to meet expenses, I got to stay in line
Got to get those fees to the agencies
And I'd love to stay but there's bills to pay
So I just don't have the time
I am the entertainer, I've come to do my show
You've heard my latest record, it's been on the radio
It took me years to write it, they were the best years of my life
It was a beautiful song but it ran too long
If you're gonna have a hit you gotta make it fit
So they cut it down to 3:05
I am the entertainer, the idol of my age
I make all kinds of money when I go on the stage
You see me in the papers, I've been in the magazines
But if I go cold, I won't get sold
I get put in the back in the discount rack
Like another can of beans
I am the entertainer and I know just where I stand
Another serenader and another long haired band
Today I am your champion, I may have won your hearts,
But I know the game, you'll forget my name,
I won't be here in another year
If I don't stay on the charts
Last of the Big Time Spenders
(Billy Joel)
Well if money makes a rich man
Then I might never make the grade
I'll be a small time operator
If I just get the landlord paid
But if time is an indication
Of the wealth that I never knew
Then I'm the last of the big time spenders
'Cause I've been spendin' time on you
(Woo oo oo woo woo)
It takes time to appreciate
Lord knows that you can learn to hate it
I believe, 'cause I've been there too
When it gets down to desperation
You make the best of the situation
I can tell, I've seen it thru
(Oh, ohoh)
Tho' it seems like the days were wasted
And the nights have been overdue
Well, I'm the last of the big time spenders
And I've been spendin' time on you
It's been so long since we got together
In between it seems to take forever
But I'm a dreamer, I'll be there soon
It takes time to appreciate
All of those that you can learn to hate
I believe, I've seen it thru
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
You can call me the Great Pretender
And in a way it might be true
But I'm the last of the big time spenders
And I've been spendin' time on you
(Woo oo oo woo woo)
Weekend Song
(Billy Joel)
This backbreakin', boneshakin', bellyachin',
Hardworkin', two more hours to go
Yes, it's keepin' me alive doin' nine to five
And I got nothin' to show
Pretty soon I'll be leavin', with the wages
I'm receiving, but I know it's gonna be alright
Come on, babe, and take me away
We got some money to spend tonight
Pick me up at the station, meet me at the train
Have a meal and a shower and a change of clothes
I can't afford a vacation, but I can take the strain
Long as I can be with you, find a way to burn it as quickly as I earn it
And it's backbreakin', boneshakin', bellyachin',
Hardworkin', two more hours to go
Seven long years for the same corporation and
I ain't got nothin' to show
And tonight when I'm leavin' I'll be just breakin'
Even but i know it's gonna be alright
I shake off my blues when you put on your shoes
We got some money to spend tonight
I don't wanna stand here and sound accusin'
Ev'rybody does their share of losin'
If I'm gonna lose it I might as well be doin' it right
And it's backbreakin', boneshakin', bellyachin',
Hardworkin', two more hours to go
It's keepin' me alive doin' nine to five
And I got nothin' to show
And tonight when I'm leavin' I'll be just breakin'
Even but I know it's gonna be alright
Come on, babe, and take me away
We got some money to spend tonight
Come on, babe, and take me away
Got some money to spend tonight
Souvenir
(Billy Joel)
A picture postcard, a folded stub
A program of the play
File away the photographs of your holiday
And your mementos will turn to dust
But that's the price you pay
For ev'ry year is a souvenir
That slowly fades away
Ev'ry year's a souvenir
That slowly fades away
The Mexican Connection
(Billy Joel)
Instrumental