A Room of Our Own (Live) [09/11/97 VH-1 Storytellers, Sony Studios, NYC] Songtext
von Billy Joel

A one two, a one two three four

You got diamonds and I got spades
You got pills and I got razor blades
You got yoga honey, I got beer
You got overpriced and I got weird

But it′s alright
We're the same even though we′re alone
It's alright
Yes we all need a room of our own

You got love darlin', I got sex
You got cash, mama and I got cheques
You got business baby, I got the kids
You got crowded just the way I did

But it′s alright
′Cause we all need a place to call home
It's alright
Yes we all need a room of our own
Hey!


I can still remember packed together
Like a can of sardines (uh)
No, no, no
Pushin′, shovin' that′s when lovin'
Starts to come apart at the seams
Oh no, no, no, no
Listen

You got the day shifts and I got nights
We go wrong at times, but we got rights
You got tv shows, I got crime
You got your room honey, I got mine

It′s alright
It's the one thing that we should have known
Yes, it's alright
Yes, we all need a room of our own
Say that again!

And it′s alright
Yes we all need a place to call home
It′s alright
Yes we all need a room of our own

It's alright
It′s alright
To have a room of your own
No, no, no, it's alright
Yeah it′s alright mama
To have your own room


Sometimes you got to get away
Got to get away
Got to get away
Got to get away to a room of our own
Got, got, got, got to have a room
Got to have a little elbow room of my own