Hey Won't Ya (Live on Metrowave ’87 Boston)

Well, you might drink
You might pray
You might look the other way
With your "Fun is fun"
And your "C'est la vie"
And your "Oh come on, this is the 1980's"

You might think you'll go real far
And spend your life at an open bar
With a closed heart and a fist full of gold
A pretty little voice that you copped off a game show

Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya trade it in for love

You got style and you got grace
But the cleaning lady's got a prettier face
She's got an F-stop personality
She won't give it away for a cup of tea

Growing out in my backyard
Are some funny looking pods
They're gettin' bigger every day
Meanwhile you're gettin' so tired
Can't you feel yourself fadin' away

Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya trade it in for love
Hey won't ya trade it in for love

Cuz I'm gettin' off right now
And you're gettin' on
The years they take their toll somehow
Flames will flicker in the rain

My heart still beats like a man
I get mad
Cuz I don't understand
How you can sit right there
And give away
All your brain for a bit of security

Hey won't ya, Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya, Hey won't ya

Hey won't ya, hey
Hey won't ya, hey-ey
Hey won't ya, hey
Hey won't ya, give it away

Growing out in my backyard
I got some funny looking pods
They're gettin' bigger every day
Meanwhile you're gettin' so tired
Can't you feel yourself fadin' away

Hey won't ya, hey!
Hey won't ya! Hey!

Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya
Hey won't ya

Hey won't ya

Hey!