Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madeline Kahn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mel Brooks
Songwriter
Lyrics
Here I stand
The Goddess of Desire
Set men on fire
I have this power
Morning, noon, and night
It's drink and dancing
Some quick romancing
And then a shower
Stage door Johnnies
Constantly surround me
They always hound me
With one request
Who can satisfy
Their lustful habits?
I'm not a rabbit
I need some rest, rest
I'm tired (Tired)
Sick and tired of love
I've had my fill of love
From below and above
Tired
Tired of being admired
Tired of love uninspired
Let's face it, I'm tired
I've been with thousands of men
Again and again
They promise the moon
They always coming and going
Going and coming
And always too soon
Right, girls?
I'm tired
Tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame?
I'm so tired
Goddammit, I'm exhausted
Hello cowboy, what's your name?
Tax, ma'am
Tax ma'am? Tell me, Tax ma'am
Are you in show business?
Nope
Then why don't you get your
Frickin' feet off the table?
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Hello handsome, is that a ten gallon hat
Or are you just enjoying the show?
Ah, ah, ah I'm tired
(Oh, Miss Lili, oh my lovely baby)
(Oh, my pussycat)
(Put it there, baby, put it right, ooh)
Tired
Tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame?
I'm so tired
(She's tired)
She's tired
(Sick and tired of love)
Give her a break
(She's had her fill of love)
She's not a snake
(From bellow and above)
Can't you see she's sick?
(Tired)
She's bushed
(Tired of being admired)
Let her alone
(Tired of love uninspired)
Get off your phone
(She's tired)
Don't you know she's pooped?
I've been with thousands of men
Again and again
They sing the same tune
They start with Byron and Shelley
Then jump on your belly
And bust your ballon
Aye
Tired
Tired of playing the game
Ain't it a frickin' shame?
I'm so
Let's face it
Everything below the waist is kaput
(Tired)
Written by: Mel Brooks

