"Satellite of Love"
from IT'S ALIVE! an Experiment: World Without End
originally from Lou Reed's "Satellite of Love"
Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins
[On stage:]
JOEL: Satellite's gone--up to the stars.
Things like that drive me out of my mind.
TOM: [in background]
Oooooo!
JOEL: We're only here a little while.
Are you like us?
TOM: [in background]
Ahh!
JOEL: [spoken] Do you like to watch things on TV?
AUDIENCE: Yeah!
TOM: Ah, ah, ah, ah. Bop.
CROW: Bop.
GYPSY: Bop.
JOEL & TOM: Satellite of love.
TOM: Bop.
CROW: Bop.
GYPSY: Bop.
JOEL & TOM: Satellite of love.
TOM: Bop.
CROW: Bop.
GYPSY: Bop.
JOEL & TOM: Satellite of love.
Satellite of--
TOM: Love.
JOEL: Satellite's gone--way up to Mars.
TOM: [in background]
Ooo! Ahh!
JOEL: [spoken] Hey, Frank. Take this one.
FRANK: Uh, it seems like we're all gonna be parking
cars.
Jack?
JACK PERKINS: I watched it for a little while,
And for me--that is good TV!
JOEL & TOM: Ah, ah, ah, ah.
TOM: Bop.
CROW: Bop.
GYPSY: Bop.
JOEL & TOM: Satellite of love.
TOM: Bop.
CROW: Bop.
GYPSY: Bop.
JOEL & TOM: Satellite of love.
TOM: Bop.
CROW: Bop.
GYPSY: Bop.
JOEL & TOM: Satellite of love.
Satellite of--
JOEL: [spoken]
I've been told
That you feel bold
About Gypsy--
GYPSY: Yeah!
JOEL: --Crow and Tom.
TOM: Ye-ho!
JOEL: Monday, Tuesday,
JOEL & TOM: Wednesday, Thursday.
JOEL: Gypsy--
GYPSY: Yeah!
JOEL: --Crow and Tom.
TOM: Tom! Ye-ho! Ah!
DR. FORRESTER: Finally, satellite's gone--up to the sky.
TOM: Du, du, du, du, du, du.
DR. FORRESTER: This time it'll blow you're little mind.
TOM: Ah, ha.
GYPSY: Ah!
DR. FORRESTER: I watched you for a little while,
And then I changed to "Charles in Charge."
FRANK: Hey! That doesn't rhyme!
JOEL & TOM: Ah, ah, ah.
TOM: Bop.
CROW: Bop.
GYPSY: Bop.
JOEL, FRANK & TOM: Satellite of love.
TOM: Bop.
CROW: Bop.
GYPSY: Bop.
JOEL, FRANK & TOM: Satellite of love.
TOM: Bop.
CROW: Bop.
GYPSY: Bop.
JOEL, FRANK & TOM: Satellite of love.
Satellite of--
TOM: [spoken] Okay, people, I want you to twink your fingers for
those of us who can't! Twink! Come on now! I want you
to sing with us, now. Sing with feeling; sing with heart;
sing "Satellite of Love." Here we go.
JOEL, FRANK & TOM: Satellite--of love.
GYPSY: Love!
TOM: Sing along now.
JOEL, FRANK & TOM: Satellite--
GYPSY: Satellite!
JOEL, FRANK & TOM: --of love.
JOEL, FRANK, T & C: Satellite--
GYPSY: Satellite!
JOEL, FRANK & TOM: --of love.
JOEL: [spoken] Thanks for coming! I--we hope you had fun in
outer space.
TOM: Satellite--
JOEL: Thank you.
TOM: --of love.
JOEL: Good night.
[They reprised the last section two more times.]
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