Lewis Furey

I was an ordinary guy,
Twenty years old in New York City
Letting the time drift by
Sniffing a little coke, living on the fly -
Watching the sun in my baby's eye.
But I needed a career, it was do or die...
Become a rock star, I thought,
Live it up high.

I suggested that I could play some kind of crazy king.
Thought that I could read the spin on every thing
All around me I heard a continual ring;
It only felt better, I tell you, when I'd sing
They said, "It's just game",
But I knew it was a dangerous thing:
It's not 'bout what you have to give
But what they expect you to bring.

I made my scenes; this had got to be where I belonged;
I liked it when the buzz came loud and strong
I could play on my piano...
I could even play it wrong.
I wasn't really looking to see if the cheers lasted long.
I didn't see my self as a clown for a faceless throng:
My life was poetry, my life was song.

Well that part's over now
Guess I've turned into
The proverbial thing of longings and lusts...
Sure I've had my do.
Now I can layback and see
If it were really true:
Was I some kind of monster in this zoo?
I watch some-one prettier, crazier, somebody new...
Who can make you dance your boogaloo

How I loved to make you dance,
Dance with me
I loved to watch you dance,
Dance for me
Dance