[00:00.73]You gonna look fine
[00:05.21]Be primed for dancing
[00:10.33]You're gonna trip and glide
[00:12.43]All on the trembling plane
[00:17.27]Your diamond hands
[00:21.11]Will be stacked with roses
[00:26.17]And wind and cars
[00:28.42]And people of the past
[00:32.96]I'll call you thing
[00:36.57]Just when the moon sings
[00:41.43]And place your face in stone
[00:44.58]Upon the hill of stars
[00:48.50]And gripped in the arms
[00:52.37]Of the changeless madman
[00:57.31]We'll dance our lives away
[01:00.38]In the Ballrooms of Mars
[01:04.17]You talk about day
[01:08.01]I'm talking 'bout night time
[01:12.74]When the monsters call out
[01:16.15]The names of men
[01:19.70]Bob Dylan knows
[01:23.49]And I bet Alan Freed did
[01:28.30]There are things in night
[01:30.23]That are better not to behold
[01:36.30]You dance
[01:39.08]With your lizard leather boots on
[01:44.15]And pull the strings
[01:45.77]That change the faces of men
[01:51.00]You diamond browed hag
[01:54.57]You a gutter-gaunt gangster
[01:59.45]John Lennon knows your name
[02:02.43]And I've seen his
[02:06.31]ROCK!
[02:36.85]You talk about day
[02:40.13]I'm talking 'bout night time
[02:45.02]When the monsters call out
[02:48.06]The names of men
[02:51.90]Bob Dylan knows
[02:55.86]And I bet Alan Freed did
[03:00.80]There are things in night
[03:02.58]That are better not to behold
[03:07.31]You dance
[03:11.24]With your lizard leather boots on
[03:16.56]And pull the strings
[03:18.16]That change the faces of men
[03:23.03]You diamond browed hag
[03:26.92]You a gutter-gaunt gangster
[03:31.71]John Lennon knows your name
[03:34.67]And I've seen his
[03:38.73]ROCK!

You gonna look fine
Be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide
All on the trembling plane
Your diamond hands
Will be stacked with roses
And wind and cars
And people of the past
I'll call you thing
Just when the moon sings
And place your face in stone
Upon the hill of stars
And gripped in the arms
Of the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away
In the Ballrooms of Mars
You talk about day
I'm talking 'bout night time
When the monsters call out
The names of men
Bob Dylan knows
And I bet Alan Freed did
There are things in night
That are better not to behold
You dance
With your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings
That change the faces of men
You diamond browed hag
You a gutter-gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name
And I've seen his
ROCK!
You talk about day
I'm talking 'bout night time
When the monsters call out
The names of men
Bob Dylan knows
And I bet Alan Freed did
There are things in night
That are better not to behold
You dance
With your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings
That change the faces of men
You diamond browed hag
You a gutter-gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name
And I've seen his
ROCK!