Songs: Think Again

If you think you’re gonna leave me

Crying in the Dust

If you think your gonna find me

Riding on that bus

If you think that I’ll be scrambling

eggs for every meal

If you think that I am longing

to jump under every wheel

Think Again

Think Again + Again

Think Again

 

I’m like the 96 Yankees or the 69 Mets

I’m feeling just like Namath + the 69 Jets

I’ve still got my blue chips

my Para-mutual fund

You’ve taken my bullets baby

but I’ve still got my gun

 

So Think Again

Think Again + Again

Think Again + Again

Think Again + Again

 

If you think your gonna leave me

Crying in the Dust

If you think your gonna find me

Riding on that Bus

If you think that I am wounded

Staggering towards a fall

If you think that I am hounded by

your memory at all

 

Think Again + Again

Think Again + Again

Think Again + Again

 

As the tail lights of my limo

are goin round the bend

Think Again

and Again

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