Billy Falcon: Music-Videos

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)
• MP3 play whole song, lo-fi (modem)

Start shakin’ your hips, oh baby pucker your lips
‘Cause I’m comin’ to see you real soon
Don't put on your best dress, it'll only wind up a mess
Don’t even bother to make up your room
Hey I’m tired of listening for long distance calls
That perfumed letter, baby, didn’t help much at all
Every time I pick up a pen, I fall flat on my face
Like a long distance runner tryin’ to win a short race

Can’t keep up the pace when I’m walkin’ alone
Can’t win the race if your heart ain’t at home
Without you I’m driven’ lost in a stare
Since you’re gone I haven’t bothered combing my hair

Sure I’m a joker, sometimes even a clown
This time no kidding, I’m not foolin’ around
It’s not like me talkin’ so seriously
But now I’m tellin’ you straight, you’re where I wanna be
Without you, there ain’t no romance left
Without you, there ain’t no mystery
Without you, there ain’t no romance left
On Friday night

Baby its madness the way I’ve gotta run around
Tryin’ to keep myself sane in this firebomb town
The bright lights are on but still something is dead
Without you, little girl, all that’s pretty’s been said
Without you, there ain’t no romance left
Without you, there ain’t no mystery
Without you, there ain’t no romance left
On Friday night

The soundtrack is silent, the movie rolls on
There ain’t no more love scenes, all the romance is gone
Now it’s a one man show, movin’ real slow
But it’s pickin’ up speed as I’m turnin’ the key
I’m comin’ up, comin’ up, comin’ up
Friday night’s gonna be alright.