Opening montage (Tom's piano intro) Once Upon a Town I wish I had a dollar for Each time I took a chance On those two-bit Romeos Who counterfeit romance Well somehow always thinking Of the last time I fell down Knowing' that you fall in love Once upon a town. The Wages of Love Down through the ages All the sages said Don't spend your wages on Love There's graft and collusion But the intrusion and preceeding for closures There's over exposures Down at the great crossroads The question is posed The bridge is washed out and the highway is closed Got every reason to firmly believe Long was designed to exploit and deceit There's an attendant Whenever you send them That red ball and descend your chest you will see A symbol edition Keeps with tradition don't spend your wages on love Take any burgh any city or town Just get on main street and drive all the way down You see love has a graveyard no chid for those But they're on their safers paid through the nose All you shovel's a shot glass and dig your own hole Down throught the ages All the sagessaid Don't spend your wages on Love There's graft and collusion But the intrusion and proceeding for closures There's over exposures Down at the crossroads The question is posed The bridge is washed out an the highway is closed. Is there any way out of this dream? I can see clearly nothing as clear I keep falling apart every year Let's take a hammer to it There's no glamour in it Is there any way out of this dream I'm as blue as I can possibly be Is there someone else out there for me Summer is dragging it's feet I feel so incomplete Is there any way out of this dream Summer is dragging its feet I feel so incomplete Is there any way out of this dream. Picking Up After You Here comes the bride There goes the groom Looks like a hurricane Went through this room Smells like a pool hall Where's my other shoes And I'm sick and tired Of pickin' up after you Looks like you Spent the night in a trench, tell me How long have you been Combing your hair with a wrench? The roses are there And the violets are too And I'm sick and tired Of pickin' up after you Well, I've told you before And I'm tell you again You don't defrost the icebox With a ball point pen This railroad apartment Is held together with glue Now I'm sick and tired Of pickin' up after you Because I know I've been swindled I've never bargained for this What's more you've never cared about me Why don't you get your own place So you can leave like you do And I'm sick and tired Of pickin' up after you Take all your relatives And all of your shoes Believe me I really swing When you're gone I'm living on chicken and wine After we're through With someone I pick up after you With someone pick up after you Someone I pick up after you with someone pick up after you. Old Boyfriends Old Boyfriends Lost in the pocket of your overcoat Like burned out bulbs on a ferris Wheel Old Boy friends You remember the kinds of cars that they drove Parking in and orange grove He fell in love you see With someone that I used to be Though I very seldom think of him Nevertheless sometimes a man he comes Blue summer dress can make a window like a dream Oh but now those dreams belong to someone else Now they talk and they sleep In the drawer where I keep All my old Boyfriends Remember when you were burnin' for 'em Why do you keep turning them into Old Boyfriends They look you up when they're in town To see if they can still burn you down He fell in love you see With someone that I used to be though I very seldom think of him Nevertheless sometimes a man he comes Blue summer dress can make a window like a dream Oh but now those dreams belong to someone else Now they talk and they sleep In the drawer where I keep All my old boyfriends Old boyfriends Turn up everytime it rains Fall out of the pages in a magazine Old boyfriends Girls fill up the barn every spring Places for remembering Old boyfriends All my boyfriends Old boyfriends. Broken Bicycles Broken bicycles Old busted chains With busted handle bars Out in the rain Somebody must have an orphanage for All these things that nobody Wants any more September's reminding July It's time to be saying good bye Summer is gone Our love will remain Like old broken bicycles out in the rain Broken Bicycles Don't tell my folks There's all those playing cards Pinned to the spokes Lay down like skeletons out on the lawn The wheels want turn when the other has gone Seasons can turn on a dime Somehow I forget every time Well the things that you've given me Will always stay broken But I'll never throw them away. I Beg Your Pardon I'm just a scarecrow without you Baby please don't disappear I beg your pardon dear I got a bottle for a trumpet And a hat box for a of drum I beg your pardon dear I got upset I lost my head I didn't mean the things I said You are the landscape of my dreams Darlin' I beg your pardon I'll give your boardwalk and park place And all of my hotels, I beg your pardon dear Please don't go back to St. Louis Can't you tell that I'm sincere I beg your pardon dear I got upset I lost my head I didn't mean the things I said You are the landscape of my dreams Darlin' I beg your pardon. Little Boy Blue Little Boy Blue come blow your horn The dish rUn away with the spoon Roam again home again Saturday morn'he never gets up before noon Well she used to render you legal and tender when you used to send her your promises boy A dill or a dollar or mud in your collar And come out and holler at out all of your noise Little boy blue come blow your top Cut it right down to the quick Don't stay home and cry on the 4th of July Around out here in the bricks Abra-ca-dabra now she desappears Everything Canada dry So brush off your head and rattle your case With a bottle of bourbon good bye Little boy blow lost little bo-peep She fell through a hole in the nest Now ain't it peculiar that she's finally colded Your big wheels just like all of the rest Whenever it rains the umbrellas complain They always get blamed for a charger So mark it and strike it, she's history now And you're hangin' out at the pump Little Boy Blue come blow your horn The dish run away with the spoon Roam again home again Saturday morn'he never gets up before noon Well she used to render you legal and tender Whwn you used to send her your promises boy A dill or a dollar or mud in your collar And come out and holler at all of your noise. Instrumental Montage THE TANGO CIRCUS GIRL You Can't Unring a Bell You can't unring a bell junior It'll cost ya' to get out of this one junior She's got big plans that don't include you Take it like a man 'Cause you, you can't unring a bell junior You'll need an attorney for this journey junior How's it feel how do you like it in the slam? You're a little man in a great big town Perhaps you were a little hasty You can't take back the things you said, nah 'Cause you can't unring a bell Junior Hurts don't it? Take it like a man get it through your head This One's From the Heart As you go out it's independence Day But instead I just pour myself a drink It's got to be love I've never felt this way Oh baby this one's from the heart The shadows in the road look like a railroad track I wonder if he's ever comin' back The moon's a yellow stain across the sky Oh baby this one's from the heart Maybe I'll go down to the corner and get a racin' form But I should probably wait here by the phone The brakes need adjustment on the convertable Oh baby this one's from the heart The warm is climbing the avocado tree Robin is back against the wall Pour myself a double sympathy Oh baby this one's from the heart Blonds brunettes and readheads put their hammer down To pound a cold chisel through my heart They were nothin' but apostrophes O baby this one's from the heart I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone? But the roads get so slipp'ry I love you more than all these words can ever say Oh baby this one's from the heart. Take Me Home Take me home you silly boy Put your arms around me Take me home you silly boy All the world's not round without you I'm so sorry that I broke your heart Please don't leave my side Take me home you silly boy 'Cause I'm still in love you. Presents (instrumental)