Dire Straits: Heavy Fuel, Calling Elvis, Sultans of Swing, Walk of Life, Romeo and Juliet
Dire Straits – Heavy Fuel
Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had
It took six hamburgers and scotch all night
Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right
‘Cos if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel
My life makes perfect sense
Lust and food and violence
Sex and money are my major kicks
Get me in a fight I like dirty tricks
‘Cos if you wanna run cool
Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel
My chick loves a man who’s strong
The things she’ll do to turn me on
I love the babes, don’t get me wrong
Hey, that’s why I wrote this song
I don’t care if my liver is hanging by a thread
Don’t care if my doctor says I ought to be dead
When my ugly big car won’t climb this hill
I’ll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill
‘Cos if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel
Dire Straits – Calling Elvis
Calling Elvis – is anybody home
Calling Elvis – I’m here all alone
Did he leave the building
Or can he come to the phone
Calling Elvis – I’m here all alone
Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well
Let me leave my number – heartbreak hotel
Oh love me tender – baby don’t be cruel
Return to sender – treat me like a fool
Calling Elvis – is anybody home
Calling Elvis – I’m here all alone
Did he leave the building
Or can he come to the phone
Calling Elvis – I’m here all alone
Why don’t you go get him – I’m his biggest fan
You gotta tell him – he’s still the man
Long distance baby – so far from home
Don’t you think maybe you could put him on
Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well
Let me leave my number – heartbreak hotel
Oh love me tender – baby don’t be cruel
Return to sender – treat me like a fool
Calling Elvis – is anybody home
Calling Elvis – I’m here all alone
Did he leave the building
Or can he come to the phone
Calling Elvis – I’m here all alone
Dire Straits – Sultans of Swing
You get a shiver in the dark,
It’s a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring
Well now you step inside but you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Uh but the horns they blowin’ that sound
Way on downsouth
Way on downsouth
London town
Check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords
Mind he’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t wanna make them cry or sing
They said an old guitar is all – he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn’t mind – if he doesn’t, make the scene
He’s got a daytime job, he’s doing alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin’ it up, for Friday night
With the sultans
We’re the sultans of swing
Then a crowd a young boys they’re a foolin’ around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playin’ band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll
Then the sultans
Yeah the sultans they play creole, creole
Lead 1:
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it’s time to go home
and he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the sultans
We are the sultans of swing
Now look at them yo-yo’s that’s the way you do it
you play the guitar on the mtv
that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
money for nothin’ and chicks for free
now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it
lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb
maybe get a blister on your little finger
maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
custom kitchen deliveries
we gotta move these refrigerators
we gotta move these colour tv’s
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
yeah buddy that’s his own hair
that little faggot got his own jet airplane
that little faggot he’s a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovesns
custom kitchens deliveries
we gotta move these refrigerators I shoulda learned to play the guitar