Selling the Tix/Managing the Manager

Selling the Tix Watching the detectives, Kinging the kings. Pricing the prince for his worthless overture. Fathering the father for feathering the nest. Writing the writer right his rights. Zipping the zipper, Now zipper catches skin. Rockin' the rocker, With script and rock music. Jazzin' the jazzy, 'cos the prince doth jazz. Acting the actor, cause he got class. Jackin' the joker, 'cos he has problems. Screwin' the loser 'cos she is so hot. Lovin' the winner 'cos she is so hot. Likin' the winner 'cos he is so cool. Punkin' the pumpkin cause it's okay. Selling the tix 'cos, well, we gotta get paid.

"Our House...In the Middle of Our Street...Our House"

"Our House..In the Middle of Our Street...Our House" I don't know I dunno You dowknow U do'know She dunno She do'know What's been, what was, what has been What's done, what's where, what's happenin' 'Cos I know and you know and she knows So you drew some blood and I drew some fire and she wasn't even in the room So I drew some blood and she drew some fire...but it's all right, cause we're family It's all gone Tommy, all gone Fred, all gone Charles, 'Cos it's Tommy Tutone and Fred goes to Hollywood and Relax Charles cause we're still buddies, but it's too late for anything real good 'cos you had to go there and I had to go there and our house, well, looks better than ever.