Top Songs By Elvis Costello
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvis Costello
Vocals
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Performer
Steve Nieve
Piano
Davey Faragher
Bass Guitar
Pete Thomas
Drums
Vocal Group
Vocals
Steve Bernstein
Piccolo Trumpet
Doug Wieselman
Tenor Saxophone
Clark Gayton
Trombone
Michael Rabinowitz
Bassoon
Sheryl Henze
Piccolo Flute
Tommy Faragher
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis Costello
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elvis Costello
Producer
Sebastián Krys
Producer
Lyrics
It's a long way down from the high horse you're on
When you stumble and then you're thrown
Yeah, the last time we saw him
He was out in the rain
Watchin' that train (Train) roll down the track
Now he's back in showbiz
Trying to make a comeback (Comeback)
We know that he's desperate
And we know that he's broke
He's the mystery guest we'll puncture
They told a young girl with a clipboard
Just keep him amused
Whatever you do, don't tell him your name
Whatever you say (Say), don't let him drink
Under lime, under lime, under lime
He whistles out a tune
His words don't always rhyme
But we will be right back
We're almost out of time
Down a long corridor, he's trying to impress
He was helpin' a showgirl fasten up her dress
And the clock on the wall tick-tocked (Tick-tocked)
The time away, and the band starts to play
In the violent strip of an undressing room
She loosened his grip and started
Tell me your story, if you feel so inclined
He was a mess (Mess), almost resigned
Though she could guess (Ah), I think you will find
She thought, oh you know, I wouldn't mind
He asked her boyfriend's name
Then her whole family tree
She thought, I can't believe it's happening to me
And upset, said hey pet
Would you kindly pass that pill
And allow me to just dictate my dying will?
And the clock on the wall tick-tocked (Tick-tocked)
The time away, and the band starts to play
(Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
(Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
Jimmy was dreamin' as she uncrossed her legs
He shuttered his eyes discreetly
And he thought of a drummer
And considered a snare
But the beat of his heart (Heart)
Said, don't even start
His conscience was bare (Bare)
Said, hey, don't even dare
She's completely unaware
She forced a laugh or a sigh
At every alibi
Once every crime was confessed
He buttoned up his vest
Said, hey gal, you're a pal
You've really been a sport
And you don't get a record
If you never get caught
And the clock on the wall tick-tocked (Tick-tocked)
The time away, and the band starts to play
(Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
(Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
(Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba)
It's a long way down from that high horse you're on
It's a long way back as you cover your track
Or you bury your crime
Under lime, under lime, under lime, under lime
It's a long way down from that high horse you're on
It's a long way back as you cover your track
Or you bury your crime
Under lime, under lime, under lime, under lime
It's a long way down from the high horse you're on
It's a long way back as you cover your track
As you bury your crime
Under lime, under lime, under lime
Written by: Elvis Costello