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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' and I'll try (2x) |
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Imagine if you were Heir Proctor |
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Alias and nobleman |
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Son of son of sky, and of scion |
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Part of his rich inheritance |
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Parceled and generous divorce |
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Sentence forthwith being |
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Certain blocks of land |
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And living quarters deemed |
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By all gentlemen |
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And wives thereof |
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To be grossly humane |
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And frankly, quite un-dirty |
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Heir Proctor |
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In his enviable good taste |
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Tries quick escape gambit |
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Via local periodicals |
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But no takers land an enviable station |
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In the conduit between two selves |
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A veritable no-man's-land |
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Array of the flophouse cardboard materials |
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And carbon-monoxide wallpaper |
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All his brig-deck Torino boys ask |
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Is irrelevant... |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' and I'll try (2x) |
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(Sung in background under next verse...) |
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[No one's gonna save me] |
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[No one's gonna make me rearrange] |
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[No one's gonna save me] |
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[No one's gonna make me rearrange] |
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[Bap-ba-dap-bap-bap-ba-da-da] |
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[Bap-ba-dap-bap-bap-ba-da-da] |
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[Bap-ba-dap-bap-bap-ba-da-da] |
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[Bap-ba-dap-bap-bap-ba-da-da] |
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Unable to bear the scandal, Ray, philanthropist |
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Rents low-down scab house in conduit |
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Heir Proctor offers said land for a song, |
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But no one wants to sing |
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In an attempt to retain social privileges |
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Yet mask it as goodwill |
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He says to the conduit members, |
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"Take this rotten old tree and make it bear fruit." |
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Cheers erupted throughout the thin settlement; |
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An Italian male was heard to say, |
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"Between here and there |
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Is better than either here or there!" |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' |
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I'm tryin' and I'll try (3x) |
