Evening printed paper man
Sitting in his paper stand
He's the salesman of the Times
Never reads between the lines
Extra, extra
Read the lines
Extra, extra
Get your Times
Selling heartaches and laughter for a dime
To the people
To the people pa**ing by
To the faraway places and friends
All the people in the places I've been
I'll sing you a song
But I won't keep you long
Oh, the tambourine's playin' and the carnival's calling me on
And the rock'n'roll gypsies are ridin' tonight
On the carnival strip they stay
And the golden eyries laugh at the lies
That life is more than a play
For tomorrow will soon be yesterday
To the motherless children that ride
On the shadowless highways of life
It's all just a game
It's all just the same
For the winner takes nothing and the loser gets all that remains
And the rock'n'roll gypsies are ridin' tonight
In the carnival lights they stay
And the golden eyries laugh at the lies
That life is more than a play
For tomorrow will soon be yesterday
For tomorrow will soon be yesterday
And the rock'n'roll gypsies are ridin' tonight
The rock'n'roll gypsies are ridin' tonight
The rock'n'roll gypsies are ridin' tonight
The rock'n'roll gypsies are ridin' tonight...
Extra, extra
Read the lines
Extra, extra
Get your Times
Selling heartaches and laughter for a dime
To the people
To the people pa**ing by