Yardbirds - "Mister You're a Better Man Than I", "Little Games", "Shapes of Things", "NYC Blues"
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Yardbirds - "Mister You're a Better Man Than I", "Little Games", "Shapes of Things", "NYC Blues"
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Yardbirds - "Mister You're a Better Man Than I", "Little Games", "Shapes of Things", "NYC Blues"
"Mister, You're a Better Man Than I" lyrics:
Can you judge a man
By the way he wears his hair?
Can you read his mind
By the clothes that he wears?
Can you see a bad man
By the pattern on his tie?
Well then, Mr. you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr. you're a better man than I
Oh, Mr. you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr. you're a better man than I
Could you tell a wise man
By the way he speaks or spells?
Is this more important
Than the stories that he tells?
And call a man a fool
If for wealth he doesn't strive?
Well then, Mr. you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr. you're a better man than I
Oh, Mr. you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr. you're a better man than I
Can you condemn a man
If you're faith he doesn't hold?
Say the color of his skin
Is the color of his soul?
Could you say that men
For king and country all must die?
Well, Mr, you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I
Oh, Mr. you're a better man than I
Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I
Songwriters: brothers Mike and Brian Hugg.
"Little Games" lyrics:
Little games are for little boys
I'm growin' up and changin' all my toys
Aeroplanes, motor cars, goldfish, and old jam jars
I just don't play these games no more
Little games are for little boys
Lovin' games are for bigger boys
Parties in Chelsea flats mixin' with kinky cats
Are games I wanna play some more
Ooh what they're doin' to me
Darlin' it's so plain to see
My temeprature's risin' but that's not surprisin'
When you do what you do to me
Little games are for little boys
I've found out there are other joys
Margaret, Josephine, Susie and Katherine
They help me in my little games
Ooh, what they're doing to me
Darling it's so plain to see
My temperature's rising but that's not surprising
When you do what you do to me
Little games are for little boys
I found out there are other joys
Margaret, Josephine, Susie and Catherine
They help me in my little games
My, my, my, my, my, my, my
Play my little games
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Say I need you, I need you
Songwriters: Harold Spiro / Phil Wainman
Little Games lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
"Shapes of Things" lyrics:
Shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame
My eyes just heard my brain
But will it seem the same?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?
Fallin' into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands
Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Soon I hope that I will find
Thoughts deep within my mind
That won't displace my kind
Songwriters: Paul Samwell-Smith / Jim McCarty / Keith Relf
Shapes of Things lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
"NYC Blues" lyrics:
If you've ever been to New York City,
You know what I'm talking about,
Yes you do.
Well, if you've ever been to New York City,
You know what I'm talking about,
They got such pretty little girls in that big town,
Make a man want to jump around and shout.
I met a little girl there,
She was about five foot eight.
I said "I want you to love me."
She said "Why man, that'd be great."
So,
I got long hair but,
She took me back,
Back to see her pad,
But the first thing I saw when I arrived there,
Was a big black shiny shotgun,
In the hands of her dad.
Alright now, this is how it was,
Oh no!
Well alright!
I finally learned my lesson,
Such a long time ago,
Next little woman that I date,
I've got to know, I've got to know her family too.
Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too.
But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes,
Mister, this song is just for you.
Songwriters: Chris Dreja / Keith Relf
New York City Blues lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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