Lunatics and Poets Libretto

Venice, USA

Sweat is dripping off my face, dreams are melting in the Sun,
I'm rolling down on PCH, California, here I come...

Ocean looks like silver screen, you smile like fashion magazine,
Showing off your pretty skin, full of lotion and sunscreen,
Surfers look like Sharon Stone, blondes dressed up in silicone,
Talking bullshit on the phone...

She told me that she tried it all, menage troís and fancy drugs,
She is waiting tables all night long, she knows the friends of movie stars...

Ocean looks like silver screen, you smile like fashion magazine,
Showing off your pretty skin, full of lotion and sunscreen,
Surfers look a little stoned, blondes dressed up in silicone,
Talking bullshit on the phone...

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...

Night Butterfly

There she goes, beautiful rose, smelling good and swaying hips,
Men dropping dead, loosing their head, women biting their lips,
No one knows and that's all right, the secret that she hides,

She's a night butterfly, she's a night butterfly, she's a night butterfly all right...

She got French lipstick all over her face, she's got funky boots that make her tall,
She likes to party in weird places, when she goes out, she's having a ball.
No one knows and that's all right, the secret that she hides,

She's a night butterfly, she's a night butterfly, she's a night butterfly all right...

Love Rocket

I got a condom in my pocket, I 'm gonna meet me pretty girl,
I got a condom in my pocket, I 'm gonna meet me pretty girl,
I'm a hoochie-koochie papa, I'm in love with the whole World.

We're gonna rock this joint,
We're gonna roll this joint,
We're gonna rock this joint,
We're gonna roll this joint,
We're gonna smoke this joint,
Until we sound like Pink Floyd.

I'm a love rocket baby, and I'm ready to take off,
Yes I'm love rocket baby, and I'm ready to take off,
I'm a happy father-mocker, I got a bottle of Smirnoff.

We're gonna rock this joint,
We're gonna roll this joint,
We're gonna rock this joint,
We're gonna roll this joint,
We're gonna smoke this joint,
Until we sound like Pink Floyd.

Winter Reggae

It's minus forty in December, it's cold and windy outside,
I dream of sunshine and the Ocean, endless summer on my mind
I just wanna be the one, singing songs and having fun under the biggest yellow Sun.

Natasha's singing Reggae, and I don't sleep all night,
Natasha's singing Reggae, it makes me feel all right.

Her father is jamming on a squeeze-box, to keep her mama satisfied,
Sometimes he sings like Volga boatmen, while getting drunk on winter nights.
And he just wants to be the one, singing songs and having fun under the biggest yellow Sun.

Natasha's singing Reggae, and I can't sleep all night,
Natasha's singing Reggae, it makes me feel all right.

Ticket To Japan

One-way ticket to Japan...
US passport in her hand...
Blowing kisses in the air, wings behind her back...
And she never, never coming back...

I wanna cry, cry, cry-yai-yai-yai-yai,
Aisheteru, aisheteru, ke komva dekinay,
Aisheteru, don't you make me cry...

One-way ticket to Japan...
She will find a better man,
Blowing kisses in the air, time to say good bye,
Sayonara don't you make me cry...

I wanna cry, cry, cry-yai-yai-yai-yai,
Aisheteru, aisheteru, ke komva dekinay,
Aisheteru, don't you make me cry...

Memoirs Of A Phuket Geisha

I'm a middle age hooker and I got broken heart,
I put on twenty pounds and I'm falling apart,
And I'm sweeping my tears off the blue-tile floor,
'Cause my boyfriend from Norway don't send money no more...

I got Buddha on chain embraced in Thai gold,
I got transvestite uncle who lives in Bangkok,
And I'm tired like hell of this client from Rome,
'Cause my boyfriend from Norway don't send money no more...

My life is a taxi running amok,
I got miles on my bumper, I'm 30 years old,
May be I should get married to this moron from Rome,
'Cause my boyfriend from Norway don't send money no more...

Juliet

I am Romeo and I'm thirty-six, I get my kicks dating younger chicks,
I satisfy my karaoke fix, outside your window singing like Hendrix,
I got a bottle of expensive fancy wine, we'll party like it's nineteen-ninety-nine,
This pretty song I wrote for you, it's getting late, I'm turning blue.

Juliet, a-ha, where the fuck you are?
Juliet, oo-hoo, where the fuck are you?

I am Romeo and I'm born to mate, it's 2 a.m., I can't get laid,
I am so kind and I am sweet, or may be, baby, you don't give a damn.
I got a bottle of expensive fancy wine, we'll party like it's nineteen-ninety-nine,
This pretty song I wrote for you, it's getting late, I'm turning blue.

Juliet, a-ha, where the fuck you are?
Juliet, oo-hoo, where the fuck are you?

It's hard to be a womanizer, when no one loves you anymore,
It's hard to be a helicopter, when you don't have a radio.

Juliet, a-ha, where the fuck you are?
Juliet, oo-hoo, where the fuck are you?

Tchaikovski

Cosmonaut Tchaikovski lost in open Space,
Rocking in his rocket counting down the days.
Son of Mother Russia, Hero of Ukraine,
Dreaming of his girlfriend, calling out her name.

Masha, Masha you driving me insane,
Masha, Masha I'm calling out your name.

Cosmonaut Tchaikovski lost and never found,
Going kind of crazy, jumping like a clown,
Lunatic and poet, prince of yellow stars,
Making love to Venus, talking shit to Mars.

Masha, Masha you driving me insane,
Masha, Masha I'm calling out your name.

Cosmonaut Tchaikovski, out of his mind,
Circling his orbit twenty million times,
Memories of snowflakes, vodka, borsht and babes,
Balalaika music, eggs by Faberge

Masha, Masha you driving me insane,
Masha, Masha I'm calling out your name.

Party Like A Rock Star

I like the way you move your body, baby,
I like the way you do,
I like the way you move your body, baby,
Yabbah - Dabbah - Doo.

You like to party like a rock star, baby,
I like to party too,
You like to party like a rock star, baby,
Yabbah - Dabbah - Doo.

Everybody clap your hands, stomp your feet and make romance,
We gonna rock the skies above,
I am a hunka-hunka burning love.

I like the way you do that Voodoo, baby,
I like the way you do,
I like the way you do that Voodoo, baby,
Yabbah - Dabbah - Doo.

You like to party like a rock star, baby,
We gonna have some fun,
You like to party like a rock star, baby,
Under this yellow Sun.

Everybody clap your hands, stomp your feet and make romance,
We gonna rock the skies above,
I am a hunka-hunka burning love.

This Music Is Wasted (If We Don't Dance)

You are the wind, I am the wave, so pick me up and drive me insane,
Away from here, away from this place, I wanna see that smile on your face.
Ocean of Piña Colada, sea of Corona and lime,
The band is playing Lambada, so we can dance any time.
This music is wasted if we don't dance...

You are the star I am the ship, stuck in the Sea fifty miles deep,
So shine on me, show me the way, away from here, so far away.
Ocean of Piña Colada, sea of Corona and lime,
The band is playing Lambada, so we can dance any time.

This music is wasted if we don't dance...