Tema: Dire Straits - Tekstovi Pesama

Twisting by the pool



We're going on a holiday now
Gonna take a villa,a small chalet
On the Costa del Magnifico
Where the cost of living is so low
Yeah,we're gonna be so neat
Dance to the Eurobeat
Yeah,we're gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool

Sitting in a small café now
Swing,swing,swinging to the cabaret
You wanna see a movie,take in show now
Meet now people at the disco
Yeah,we gonna be so neat
Dance to the Eurobeat
Yeah,we're gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool

And we can still get information
Reading all about inflation
And you're never gonna be out of reach
There's a call-box on the beach

Mmm,you're gonna look so cute
Sunglasses and a bathing suit
Be the baby of my dreams
Like the ladies in the magazines
Yeah,we're gonna be so neat
Dance to the Eurobeat
Oh yeah,we're gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool

I'm a twisting fool
Just twisting,yeah,twisting
Twisting by the pool

Walk of life

Here comes Johnny singing al these oldies,
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day


He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life


Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story
Hand me down my walkin' shoes
Here come Johnny with the power and the glory
Backbeat the talkin' blues
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day


He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life


Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day


And after all the violence and double talk
There's just a song in the trouble and the strife
You do the walk, you do the walk of life

When it comes to you


If we can't get alone
We oughtta be apart
And I'm wondering where'd you get that cold, cold heart
Set me free
Sign my release
I'm tired of being the villain of the piece

You been givin me a bad time
Tell me what'd I do
How come I always get a hard time?
Honey, when it comes to you
Sayin things that you didn't have to
How come I always get a hard time?
Honey, when it comes to you

You only get one life
This I know
I wanna get my licks in now before I go
The fire of love is dead and cold
I gotta satisfy the hunger in my soul

And you been givin me a bad time
Tell me what'd I do
How come I always get a hard time?
Honey, when it comes to you
Sayin things that you didn't have to
How come I always get a hard time?
Honey, when it comes to you

Why Worry


Baby I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
The things they do, the things they say
But baby Ill wipe away those bitter tears
Ill chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into grey

Why worry, there should be laughter after the pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now

Baby when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
I know it isnt hard to say
But baby just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now

Your latest trick


All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes and roars of dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues on twelve bars down on Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intellegence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Now it's past last call for alcohol
Last drinker has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us off
The satin jazz men have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left

I don't know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick