Living In A Rhapsody - Steve Harley

Of blood rhea, from what’s?

to Belair,

And it occurs to me that it’s no better there

Everybody’s looking,

Everybody’s looking for a friend.

From the ghetto to the Bevery Hills,

Is the same colored money,

You pay the same colored-bills,

Everyone’s romancing, forver romancing with a friend.

Living in a rhapsody,

Uhm… rhapsody, and all…

Living in a rhapsody, living on and on.

There’s a mountain that you want to get over,

You’re forver searching for that gold forleave clover

Well, everybody’s waiting for their own piece of the action to call me.

I’ve seen half the world in the world in the last seven years

Seen a rainbow of beauty seen a weaterful of tears,

Seen as millionaire heartbroken, beside a hobo with a grin.

Living in a rhapsody,

Uhm… rhapsody, and all…

Living in a rhapsody, living on and on.

I know a man who has a bar with a sign written on it

Saying «You can’t reject your arms, and hold the sun if you want it»

If you clench up your fist, you can get anything you want.

I know a lady with a dream, I think she calls it,

She’s crying «I scream laugh, you can afford it!»

Everybody’s hungry in some way,

Everbody has a dream.

Living in a rhapsody,

Uhm… rhapsody, and all…

Living in a rhapsody, living on and on.