CommunicationAirmail, cassettes.. postcards, telex
Drop me a line, be my grapevine
I'm always trying to reach you, can't get through
Our communication depends on me and you
Got to stay in touch even though we're on the move
Keep your lines open, say, what's new
Exchange the facts, keep in contact
I keep on trying to call you but I can't get through
Get It OnWell you're dirty and sweet
Clad in black
Don't look back
And I love you
You're dirty and sweet oh yeah
Well you're slim and you're weak
You got the teeth
Go To ZeroHey, hey on your marks, get set go to zero
Present and correct go to zero
North, South, East and West go to zero
Nothing is best go to zero
I do this and I do that, and when it's cold, I wear a hat,
It's mostly cold
It pays to advertise thay say, I'll keep my hat on anyway
Harvest For The WorldAll babies together
Ev'ry one a seed
Half of us are satisfied
The other half of us in need
Love's bountiful in us
Tarnished by our greed
Oh, when will there be a harvest.. for the world?
Some Like It HotWe want to multiply, are you gonna do it?
I know you qualify, are you gonna do it?
Don’t be so circumscribed, are you gonna do it?
Just get yourself untied, are you gonna do it?
Feel the heat pushing you to decide
Feel the heat burning you up, ready or not
Some like it hot, and some sweat when the heat is on Some feel the heat and decide that they can’t go on Some like it hot, but you can’t tell how hot till you try
Some like it hot, so let’s turn up the heat till we fry
Still In Your HeartThe night you met, it was a magic start
All the connections were made in your heart
Following you everywhere, you could feel her eyes
A glimpse of somebody takes you by surprise
Another place and day, now where's she gone?
You can't forget her face or things you left undone
Re-run memories from the start, the time has flown
Taxman
Let me tell you how it will be
There's one for you nineteen for me
Cos, I'm the taxman - yeah I'm the taxman
Should five percent appear too small
Be thankful I don't take it all
Cos, I'm the taxman - I'm the taxman
We Fight For LoveI will protect you
Nothing can hurt you
No storm clouds gathering terrify
I am a mountain
Surrounded by your love
You are a mountain that dreams are made of