Hey Ray Songtext
von John Cale

Hey, Ray
You′re driving me crazy
Hey, Ray
Hey, Ray
You don't have to call
Hey, Ray

Hey, Ray
You′re driving me crazy
Hey, Ray
I'm outta my mind
Hey, Ray
You're driving me crazy
Hey, Ray
I′m outta my mind


1963, on Lispenard Street
1964, Castro′s up in Harlem
1965, they're having a riot
1966, the writing′s on the wall
1967, it's the golden age
1968, and it′s all over (it's all over)
It′s all over, Ray (it's all over)
It's all over (it′s all over)
It′s all over, Ray (it's all over)

The Russians are coming (no, they′re not)
The Russians are coming (no, they're not)
The French are coming (ooh la la)
The Italians are coming (whipee)
The Americans are coming (aww, shit)
The French are coming (not again?)

1963, on Lispenard Street
1964, Castro′s up in Harlem
1965, they're having a riot
1966, the writing′s on the wall
1967, it's the golden age
1968, and it's all over (it′s all over)
It′s all over, Ray (it's all over)
It′s all over (it's all over)
It′s all over (it's all over)


That′s not why you stumble
It's the way the cookie crumbles
That's not why you stumble
It′s the way the cookie crumbles
That′s not why you stumble
It's the way the cookie crumbles
That′s not why you stumble
It's the way the cookie crumbles

Hey, Ray
You′re driving me crazy (it's all over)
Hey, Ray (it′s all over)
I'm outta my mind
Hey, Ray (it's all over)
You′re driving me crazy
Hey, Ray (it′s all over)
I'm outta my mind

Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it′s all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it's all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it′s all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it's all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it′s all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it's all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray)

Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it's all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it′s all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it′s all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it's all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray) (it′s all over)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray)
Hey, Ray (hey, Ray)