Bright night girl,
you make it very hard for me to
write this song
Bright night girl, what am I gonna do
now you've come along
I've been through all me notebooks
and all I can find are variations
on a theme
Of my baby,
she done me wrong
It has to be said that I
love a spot of art,
don't we all, my dear?
You know they say you
have to suffer for your art,
well, you could say that about beer.
It's like I always say
about our Vinnie,
that's Van Gogh to you, pet.
I wish he had a happy little life,
we could live without the paintings.
And that poor lad should have kept his ear.
Yeah, God gave me critical
The tyranny of memory had lied to me
Said that I had no wings
Stuck together with sticky tape
Bits of string and city pins
How am I supposed to write a song
When you won't give me
the blues?
Brown -eyed girl,
you make it very hard for me to write a song
Brown -eyed girl,
what am I gonna do
now you've come along
I've been through
all me notebooks, honey,
and all I can find is variations on a theme
Of my baby,
she done me wrong
You know what I want for my birthday?
Yep, you're absolutely right.
But don't bother to wrap it up.
How am I supposed to write a song
When you won't give me
the blues
You're good to me and I want you
You scared away the mule
I was ready to fall in
love, I turned around
And there you were
On the squirt and talking dirt
Yeah, gagging me critica
The tyranny of memory had lied to me,
it's sad that I had no wing
I was stuck together with bits of string
and sticky tape and a safety pin
How am I supposed to write a song
when you won't give me
the blues?
You're good to me and I want you,
but you scared away the mule
I was inside out and back to front,
I was upside down
I was tubed after Lafayette,
I was upside down
I've known love before,
love like the love of a cop or a thief
Ducking and diving,
getting away just by
the skin of your teeth
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
there's a rainbow...