"Such A Good Boy"

   
(Carly Simon/Robbie Shakespeare/Mike Mainieri)

He asks her for permission
To take the car
Light his cigar
Play his guitar
Burn down the barn

He asks her for permission
To tie his shoes
To take a snooze
To read the news
To sing the blues

[Chorus:]
He's such a good boy
A real mama's boy
She treats him like a toy
He's such a good boy
[Repeat]

He asks her for permission
To get a tan
To play his hand
To blow a grand
To be a man

He asks her for permission
To say goodnight
To see Snow White
To watch the fight
'Cause she's always right

[Chorus]

She points her finger
And waves her hand
And acts just like a Queen bee
But he's foolin' her
'Cause he doesn't ask
Her for permission
When he comes to see me

[Chorus]

"Hello Big Man"

   
(Carly Simon/Peter Wood)

He started a company
When he was a young man
handsome, and like a reed so tall
With a face like an old photograph
She would fall for him
Fall for him
She would fall

She wore her mother's cocktail dress
With saddle shoes
She was pretty and she was small
She worked the switchboard
Down the hall from him
Down the hall

[Chorus:]
He said: "Hello little woman"
She said: "Hello big man"
And that was how the wooing
And the winning began
He said: "Hello little woman"
She said: "Hello big man"

Of course New York in those days
Was carriage rides and matinees
He took her to a ball
At the Waldorf Astoria
He would fall for her
Fall for her, he would fall

[Chorus]

You could hear them laugh
As they danced in their room
And the shadows on the avenue
Rose into a jealous moon
Which swung low in the dawn like
To see what was going on with those two

you keep on expecting
Something to go wrong
And nothing does
They still live in the house
Where we were born
Pictures of us kids
Hanging up all over the walls

And some say he built his empire
For wealth and toil
But, if you ask him why
He'll say he did it all for her
All for her
All for her

[Chorus]

"You Don't Feel The Same"

   
(Carly Simon)

Honey, I don't want you to see me this way
So out of control
So carried away
'Cause you don't feel the same

And I remember times when I was your storm
I blew hot and cold
And you were so warm
But, now you don't feel the same

I remember when you were looking up at me
Like I was the only one
That you'd ever wanna see

honey, how can I ask you to stay
When you're already gone
There's no one to blame
It's just that you don't feel the same

I touch you
your eyes look away
Your hands are cold
The balance has changed
And darling, you don't feel
honey, you don't feel
No, you don't feel the same

"Floundering"

   
(Carly Simon)

First she sees her hypnotist
When she rushes to her psychiatrist
She sees her acupuncturist
She's got to got to get fixed

Then she sees her scientologist
Gets fed by her nutritionist
She can not seem to resist
Seeking cosmic consciousness

[Chorus:]
Looks like she's floundering again
Seems to be floundering again
Looks like she's floundering again
Seems to be floundering again

She swears by Jack La Lanne
then she throws the I Ching again
She searches in the Himalayas
For someone to ease the pain

[Chorus]

She's looking for a cure
She does not know exactly what for

[Chorus]

She's into political activism
Reading up on Tibetan Buddism
Anna Freud's analysed her dreams
And she's hoarse from primal screams

[Chorus]

"My New Boyfriend"
(feat. Lucy Simon)

   
(Carly Simon)

He never makes me feel ashamed
He bounces me high up on his back
He gives me the gold hat when I'm jump attacked

My new boyfriend, my new boyfriend
My new boyfriend
Protects me
He defends me
He respects me
He loves me more than you ever did
My new boyfriend isn't just some kid
My new boyfriend, ooh, my new boyfriend

He call in the trumpets for a laugh
He show me the way it was in Spain
He give me the golly when I'm too insane

My new boyfriend, my new boyfriend
My new boyfriend
Protects me
He defends me
He respects me
He loves me more than you ever did
My new boyfriend isn't just a baby
My new boyfriend isn't just some kid
My new boyfriend, ooh, my new boyfriend

he loves the living daylights out of me
He springs a ladder to the moon
He sings the far side of the tune

He's a driven, silver lover
He can swim under the covers
He's a high, gold bouncing lover

He's a diver and a dreamer
He's a dolphin in the ocean
He's a rival of Orion

"Come Back Home"

   
(Simon/Brackman/Zigman/Scheff/Thomas)

Summer time, kids in the street
We were up on the roof laughing at the heat
that was the last I ever saw of you

Now it's December, cold and dark
No more rainbows over Central Park
In this house no window has a view
There's no love here without you

[Chorus]
When you gonna come back home
When you gonna see it's been too long
When you gonna come back home to me

Standin' at the door and I turn the key
I'm holding my breath half expecting to see
you lyin' on the bed, smilin' up at me
I'm goin' crazy 'cause I just don't know
Which way your heart's gonna go
I only pray it leads you back to me
Darlin' let your heart
Lead you back to me

"Tonight And Forever"
(feat. Lucy Simon)

   
(Simon/Schwatrz)

I've waited years
For you tonight
My faith in love has been my guiding light
I heard you voice
I read your heart
I fell in love with you though we were miles apart

tonight and forever
Tonight and forever I am yours

O sister make
My wedding bed
Tie a bunch of wild thorn branches
At the head
And scatter roses on the floor
Three bright stars shining at our door

Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever, I am yours

And a song on the wind
Rising from the sea

A fire so cold
A flame so new
No, I could never ask for more than you
The moon is high
The tide is in
Now the night is ours
Let the dance begin

Tonight and forever
Tonight and forever, I am yours

"Spoiled Girl"
(feat. Kate Taylor)

   
(Simon/Kunkel/Payne)

When you got a pretty boy
You want a smart one
When you got a smart one
You want him pretty

When you got one who's all over you
You wish he'd hold back
Then when he's being cool
You want him to attack

Spoiled girl, living in her own world
Spoiled girl, thinks of nothing but herself

Someone's there to cut her hair
Will you wear it up or down
What, no bubbles for the bath?
Send the chauffeur into town
You'll have fun tonight
Now you're gonna call him up
"Hi" you say "I'll call you back"
He waits and waits but no such luck

Spoiled girl, living in her own world
Spoiled girl, thinks of nothing but herself

When you want her, you can't have her
When you need her you can't find her
She is busy keeping dizzy with the business of a little

Spoiled girl, living in her own world
Spoiled girl, thinks of nothing but herself

"Tired Of Being Blonde"

   
(L. Raspberry)

She left the credit cards under her goodbye note
"All of these are yours, goodbye" and that was all she wrote
Keys to the Porsche she dropped on the floor in the den
Left in the '70 Dodge that he drove her in
She wasn't angry, she wasn't sad
She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had

Tired of being blonde
Tired of running around with the usual guys and gals
Tired of being blonde
Tired of living up to all he expected
Tired of being blonde
Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one
Tired of being blonde
Tired of letting her dreams go neglected

She used to love to know she rounded out his world
She used to love to be all he ever loved in a girl
He liked to buy her clothes that made her sexy and cute
Guess she decided she'd been too long away from her roots
She wasn't crazy, she wasn't mad
She just knew in her heart they had drained her of all that she had

Tired of being blonde
Tired of all the platinum frustration
Tired of being blonde
Tired of looking like a cutie on the cover of a magazine
Tired of being blonde
Tired of chasing all the latest sensations

She wasn't angry, no, no, she wasn't sad
She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had

She was tired of being blonde
Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one
Tired of being blonde
Tired of coping with the desperation
Tired of being blonde
Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run
Tired of being blonde
Tired of hiding her own inclinations

"The Wives Are In Connecticut"

   
(Carly Simon)

He figures out a restaurant
Where they won't be recognized
He can always slip the maitre'd a ten
Get a private little table and try her on for size
Make a plan of where to do it when
He's so sly, he's in love with his lies

[Chorus:]
And the wives, the wives are in Connecticut
The wives, the wives are in Connecticut
Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it
That they moved up to Connecticut

The first year I was faithful
He confesses to the girl
Admitting to the least of his sins
His candour, so disarming, in this wicked city world
She falls for it and once again he wins
He's so shy, he's in love with his lies

[Chorus]

The five flight walk up
Can he make it?
He keeps promising to go back to the gym
He thinks about his wife
So passionate last night
Was she really feeling it for him/

Or was it junior's teacher?
Or the carpenter who put up the shelves
Or the mechanic who fixed the wagon
Or the gardener who dug the well
Or the Italian riding instructor
Or the man on the Carousel

Or the out of work actor in Westport
Or the surgeon who cured the elms
Or the man at the vegetable stand
Or the guru who cast a spell
Or the Yalie from New Haven
Or the farmer in the Dell

How about
The hairdresser from New London
The tennis pro from Fairfield
The Fuller Brush man from Bristol
The fisherman from Mystic
The novelist from New Canan
The usher at the movie theater
The architect from Guilford
The man on the carousel