CHORUS:
STAN POLLEY WANT A CRACKER.
STAN POLLEY WANT it all.
STAN POLLEY cripple BADFINGER.
STAN POLLEY make them fall.
STAN POLLEY WANT A CRACKER.
STAN POLLEY take their bread.
STAN POLLEY take their ev'rything.
STAN POLLEY see them dead.

Hey, Mr. Manager!
Know One- Knows,
woh-oh-oh, Where
Do We Go- from Here-.
They don't Believe- Me
When I- Say,
"Better Days
are Maybe Tomorrow".

"Come &- Get- It"
& "Baby Blue",
"No Matter What ..."
were all over the Airwaves.
We wrote the Rock of All Ages:
Nothing to Show.
Carry On Till Tomorrow.

PreCHORUS:
Day After Day--,
you Hold On
to our Money with your
Rock & Roll Contract.
Day After Day--,
You Take It All.
We Keep Believing
there's Just a Chance
we might get it Back Again.
CHORUS

Hey, Mr. Manager!
You Ask Yourself Why
I Can’t Believe in
Old Fashioned Notions?
My Heart Goes Out
to the Apple of My Eye.
Better Days
are Maybe Tomorrow.

Don't mean to Come Down Hard
on Lonely You,
but Without You,
The Name of the Game is Perfection.
Why Don’t We Talk Sometimes-?
Walk In the Rain?
Carry On Till Tomorrow?
PreCHORUS; CHORUS

BRIDGE:
Meanwhile Back at the Ranch-,
the King of the Load
is Passin' Time
drinking Moonshine
in the Midnight Sun.
Yeah, I'll Be The One.

Hey, Mr. Manager!
Say No- More.
I Don't- Mind
I Got You-, Midnight Caller.
Don't want your Sympathy
for this Blind Owl.
Better Days
are Maybe Tomorrow.

You're Knocking Down Our Home.
Give It- Up,
the Smokin' Gun of your
Rocking Machine-.
No Suitcase full of Money,
no Turn Around,
no Carry On Till Tomorrow.
PreCHORUS; CHORUS

CODA:
In the Meantime / Some Other Time,
No Dice.
You're The Winner,
I'm The Dreamer,
a Three Time Loser.
I've Got to Get Out of Here,
got to Get Away.

I Can't Take It
No More.
Too Hung Up on You
To Say Goodbye,
I'd Die Babe.
No Time Is Mine; It's Over.
Lay Me Down.

Hey, Mr. Manager!
Wish You Were Here.
May the Timeless
Queen of Darkness
shove Icicles
Head First
Straight Up your Ass.