Benedicts cherry wine Well, if you're weary, feelin' depressed, or maybe got a troubled mind Get yourself a bottle of Benedict's cherry wine There isn't any cure that I know, I doubt that you can find, can heal you faster than a bottle of cherry wine I don't know how the juice is made, but it sure tastes fine I'm telling you it ain't no lemonade, old Benedict's cherry wine I knew a man who was beyond all help, everybody said he was dyin' He danced on his grave after drinking some cherry wine I don't know how the juice is made, but it sure does taste fine Telling you it ain't no lemonade, old Benedict's cherry wine I knew a woman, never had a man She get to know just fine Always goes to bed with a bottle of cherry wine No, I don't know how that juice is made, but it sure does taste fine I'm telling you it ain't no lemonade, old Benedict's cherry wine So if you're weary, feelin' depressed, or maybe got a troubled mind Get yourself a bottle of Benedict's cherry wine Give me another bottle of that stuff, woah-ooh   Crystall ball I'm building myself a crystal ball, where I can go to find it all Surrounded by glass forever I'll be Out of reach of her and me I'll have no lifeline with the world For it's worth nothing without that girl who lives inside my used-to-be She would be here if it were not for me I created a vegetable who could not speak I left her and she became weak Slipped out of her body so she could peak into my crystal ball If you could see through the crystal glass, you'd realize why love pass This obsolete and not to be She is from the past, perhaps now you see I'm pulling a blind across my mind I'm not out of days, merely far behind Looking for her as she once had been, till the day she woke up and looked into my crystal ball My crystal ball, my crystal ball My crystal ball, my crystal ball My crystal ball.   Girl called winter She came down along the street. They'd say "There comes a fine lady" Then you think again at the way she's cut your eyes As she holds you in her glance, and her eyes wait for your answer Nothing makes much sense, though you begin to understand her But she says "Ha-ha-ha, Mr. what's you knowing, come inside" There's a little love, there's a little love There's a little love agrowing A girl called Winter from summer place, knew what she was good for No linens, no fancy lace, that's not what she stood for She guarantees a good time whenever you might call She do most anything, anything at all Anything at all She didn't have enough to eat, so she sold out through the nighttime There ain't no tellin' what she might have been But now she holds you in her glance and her eyes wait for your answer Nothing makes much sense, though you begin to understand her But she says "Ha-ha-ha, Mr. what's you knowing, come inside" There's a little love I said a little love, wow There's a little love agrowing A girl called Winter from summer place, knew what she was good for No linens, no fancy lace, that's not what she stood for She guarantees a good time whenever you might call She do most anything, anything at all Anything at all A girl called Winter from summer place, knew what she was good for No linens, no fancy lace, that's not what she stood for She guarantees a good time whenever you might call She do most anything, anything at all Anything at all Silver bird Can't seem to get everything about her What it is, I just don't know 'Cause all I want is to be the mouse, girl, of our home, played nothing wrong Sometimes I want to be out in the wild beyond there Up in the clouds, shoutin' it out I'm not getting any younger Hell, I don't wanna die, you know I don't wanna die But you know I do like to fly, you know I do like to fly But I couldn't, but then I wouldn't But then I can do everything I want to Get me your silver bird, I'd jump right in, lay up on the wind, Lord, just me You know some fools wanna keep on fading, but their lifeshit's not for me Just look at all that super hyping everybody's paying to see Just feeling the warmth of my baby myself Why is it, I'm lurking? If I'd been told that if I needed help there'd be no one standin' by me Hell, I don't wanna cry, you know I don't wanna cry But I can look you straight in the eye, look you straight in the eye And say I could be, that I would be It's true, I can do everything I want to Get me your silver bird, I'd jump right in, lay up on the wind, Lord, sun me Sometimes I want to be out in the wild beyond there Up in the clouds, floatin' it out I'm not getting any younger Hell, I don't wanna die, you know I don't wanna die You know I do like to fly, you know I do like to fly But I couldn't, 'cause then I wouldn't But then I can do everything I want to Get me your silver bird, I'd jump right in, float on the wind, Lord, just me

Saturday morning man Saturday morning man, with your blunes and goldfish stand Stick when most turn In the breeze of little leas against the sun that's spittin' down upon your head Saturday morning man, attracts female faster than a picture show He's never seen to frown, and he always acts the clown with those who come and go Rise, bottles of Bowen's, bottles of Bowen's Any old thing that might be lying around your home Just listen to this, what you give might be worth a fish And if you get a blune, you'll still be doing well Saturday morning man would treat you no different than he'd treat a king And there's something about him as he shouts to all around him, letting his voice ring Rise, bottles of Bowen's, bottles of Bowen's Any old thing that might be lying around your home Just listen to this, what you give might be worth a fish And if you get a blune, you'll still be doing well Saturday morning man, or as he's nicknamed Daddy Dan, didn't come today Someone said he'd been run over by a hit-and-run steam roller and died, weren't sure to say Rise, bottles of Bowen's, bottles of Bowen's. Any old thing that might be lying around your home. Just listen to this and what you give might be worth a fish. And if you get a blune, you'll still be doing well Mr. De-luxe He's got all a man can need, and he never tried speed He likes to play it straight along the line He's got a wife and three kids and a band named Skid, and the way he makin' bread all the time He likes to keep it cool, and breakin' all of the rules, but you know he's doin' the best that he can And his wife leave by soon in his handmade boots, Mr. De-Luxe is that kind of man Ah, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, wow He never has a fag, though his C-top Jag cost more than I'd like to say He's got a country house that really knocks you out You ought to see it on a clear blue day He's got a something to show, we were days on the road, and he made it with a Fleetwood Mac band And if you knew him well, you could easily tell how Mr. De-Luxe is that kind of man Ooah, all-right, how-how He brought us over here and bought us all new gear, and told us just what we'd have to do You've got to go down well, ring some bells, but do only what appeals to you So we did our best, and now you know the rest And they're proud of us back in Ireland. The chance of the guy who never wears a tie, Mr. De-Luxe, he's that kind of man, oh Wow, wow, I can't hear you, can't hear you, oh Morning star avenue Nothing to lie in your pocket, don't give it a thought till later on Like a bulb without a socket, no one will bother to turn you on But who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know Who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know You got no money to buy cheap wine. Well, haven't you had enough for once? Like a summer without sunshine, it's been rain, just rain for months But who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know Who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know You try to forget what a winter it was. All the wrong reasons for not having a job You can look to the future, can think of the past, and remember the faces of those people you've asked for some help, for some money, and tell yourself it's not funny When it's true that the only thing you can do is drinkin' And it's true that the only thing you can do is stinkin' And it's true that the only thing you can do is make your way back to when the day is through to the place they've always accepted you, at the bottom of Morning Star Avenue You sit under the Virgin statue, but Mary can see you're down too low And friendly eyes look at you, all they can see is an old one, oh But who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know Who wants to know, who wants to know? No one wants to know