Song Lyrics

Bells are chiming for victory
There's a page back in history
Forty five
They came back to the world that they fought for
Didn't turn out just like they thought
Forty five

Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What you lose, what you gain, what you win?

Nine years later a child is born
There's a record, so you put it on
Forty five
Nine years more, if we're lucky now
Nine year old puts his money down
Forty five
Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I held for you
Forty five
There's a stack of shellac and vinyl
Which is yours now and which is mine?
Forty five

Here is a song to sing to do the measuring
What you lose, what you gain, what you win?

Bass and treble heal every hurt
There's a rebel in a nylon shirt
But the words are a mystery, I've heard
'Til you turn it down to thirty three and a third
'Cause it helps with the elocution
Corporations turn revolutions
Forty five

So don't you weep and shed
Just change your name instead
What you lose when it all goes to your head?

I heard something peculiar said:
"Perhaps he's got a shot and now he's dead"
Forty five

Bells are chiming and tears are falling
It creeps up on you without a warning
Forty five
Every scratch, every click, every heartbeat
Every breath that I bless
I'd be lost, I confess
Forty five, forty-five, forty-five, forty-five, yeah

Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ooo ooo ooo ooo

Elvis Costello