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                   Boomers Songbook                   Mrs Robinson - Simon & Garfunkle
Take It Easy - Eagles                                                                                                    10
                                                  2   Bridge Over Troubled Water -Simon&G
Creeque Alley - The Mamas And The Papas                                                                                  10
                                                  2   Cecelia - Simon & G
California Dreaming - The Mamas and The Papas                                                                            10
                                                  2   Satisfaction - Rolling Stones
I Dig Rock And Roll Music - Peter, Paul & Mary                                                                           10
                                                  2   Jumping Jack Flash - Rolling Stones
Kodachrome - Paul Simon                                                                                                  11
                                                  3   Ruby Tuesday - Rolling Stones
American Pie - Don McLean                                                                                                11
                                                  3   King of the Road - Roger Miller
Sloop John B - Beach Boys                                                                                                11
                                                  3   Chug-a-lug - Roger Miller
Kokomo - Beach Boys                                                                                                      11
                                                  4   Your Song - Elton John
Surfer Girl - Beach Boys                                                                                                 12
                                                  4   Battle Of New Orleans - Johnny Horton
California Girls - Beach Boys                                                                                            12
                                                  4   City of New Orleans - Arlo Guthrie
I Get Around - Beach Boys                                                                                                12
                                                  4   Wedding Bell Blues - 5th Dimension
Wouldn't It Be Nice - Beach Boys                                                                                         12
                                                  5   We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn
Help Me Rhoda - Beach Boys                                                                                               13
                                                  5   YMCA - The Village People
Here comes the sun - The Beatles                                                                                         13
                                                  5   Blowin' in the Wind - Bob Dylan
All My Lovin' - The Beatles                                                                                              13
                                                  5   Nat'l Brotherhood Week - Tom Lehrer
Hard Days Night - The Beatles                                                                                            13
                                                  5   The Vatican Rag - Tom Lehrer
All You Need is Love - The Beatles                                                                                       14
                                                  6   Be Prepared - Tom Lehrer
Michelle - The Beatles                                                                                                   14
                                                  6   The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be - Tom Lehrer
The Long and Winding Road - The Beatles                                                                                  14
                                                  6   The Irish Ballad - Tom Lehrer
Maxwell's Hammer - The Beatles                                                                                           14
                                                  6   So Long Mom (for WWIII) - Tom Lehrer
Lovely Rita - The Beatles                                                                                                15
                                                  7   Poisoning Pigeons in the Park - Lehrer
Come Together Right Now - The Beatles                                                                                    15
                                                  7   Rubber Ducky - Donovan
All the Lonely People - The Beatles                                                                                      15
                                                  7   There's a Kind of Hush All Over the World - Herman's Hermits
Hey Jude - The Beatles                                                                                                   16
                                                  7   You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling - Righteous Brothers
When I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles                                                                              16
                                                  7   Rock and Roll Heaven - Righteous Brothers
In My Life - The Beatles                                                                                                 16
                                                  7   The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag - Country Joe
Rocky Racoon - The Beatles                                                                                               16
                                                  8   & the Fish Painless - Marilyn Manson
                                                      Suicide Is
She Loves You - The Beatles                                                                                              17
                                                  8   The Time Warp (Rocky Horror Show)
Ticket to Ride - The Beatles                                                                                             17
                                                  8   Sweet Transvestite (Rocky Horror Show)
When I'm 64 - The Beatles                                                                                                17
                                                  8   Can't Help Falling in Love - Elvis
Yellow Submarine - The Beatles                                                                                           17
                                                  9   I Like Them Big and Stupid - Julie Brown
Yesterday - The Beatles                                                                                                  18
                                                  9   Leonard Cohen - Suzanne
You Never Give Me Your Money - The Beatles                                                                               18
                                                  9   Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog - Cleerance Clearwater Revival
You're Going to Lose that Girl - The Beatles                                                                             18
                                                  9   Lookin' Out My Backdoor - Cleerance Clearwater Revival
Dancing Queen - Abba                                                                                                     18
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Sounds of Silence - Simon & G                    10
Take It Easy - Eagles                             In a coffee house Sebastian sat,                                                                              They mean exactly what they say
                                                  And after every number they'd pass the hat.             I'd be safe and warm
Well, I'm running down the road                   McGuinn and McGuire just a-gettin' higher in L.A.,      If I was in L.A.                                      I dig rock and roll music
tryin' to loosen my load                          You know where that's at.                               California dreamin'                                   I could really get it on in that scene.
I've got seven women on my mind,                  And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.              On such a winter's day                                I think i could say somethin' if you know what i
Four that wanna own me,                                                                                                                                         mean
Two that wanna stone me,                          Zally said, Denny, you know there aren't many           Stopped into a church                                 But if i really say it, the radio won't play it
One says she's a friend of mine                   Who can sing a song the way that you do;                I passed along the way                                Unless i lay it between the lines
                                                  let's go south.                                         Oh, I got down on my knees
Take It easy, take it easy                        Denny said, Zally, golly, don't you think that I wish   And I pretend to pray
Don't let the sound of your own wheels            I could play guitar like you.
drive you crazy                                   Zal, Denny, and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl)        You know the preacher likes the cold
Lighten up while you still can                    And after every number they'd pass the hat.             He knows I'm gonna stay                               Kodachrome - Paul Simon
don't even try to understand                      McGuinn and McGuire still a-gettin higher in L.A.,      California dreamin'
Just find a place to make your stand              You know where that's at.                               On such a winter's day                                When i think back
and take it easy                                  And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.                                                                    On all the crap i learned in high school
                                                                                                          All the leaves are brown                              It's a wonder
Well, I'm a standing on a corner                  When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to             And the sky is gray                                   I can think at all
in Winslow, Arizona                               Swathmore                                               I've been for a walk                                  And though my lack of edu---cation
and such a fine sight to see                      But she changed her mind one day.                       On a winter's day                                     Hasn't hurt me none
It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed                Standin' on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike,                                                             I can read the writing on the wall
Ford slowin' down to take a look at me            Take me to New York right away.                         If I didnt tell her
Come on, baby, don't say maybe                    When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps;             I could leave today                                   Kodachrome
I gotta know if your sweet love is                Called John and Zal and that was the Mugwumps.          California dreamin'                                   They give us those nice bright colors
gonna save me                                     McGuinn and McGuire couldn't get no higher              On such a winter's day                                They give us the greens of summers
                                                  But that's what they were aimin' at.                                                                          Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
We may lose and we may win                        And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.              (California dreamin')                                 I got a nikon camera
though we will never be here again                                                                        On such a winter's day                                I love to take a photograph
so open up, I'm climbin' in,                      Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps---          (California dreamin')                                 So mama don't take my kodachrome away
so take it easy                                   Don't you work as hard as you play.                     On such a winter's day
                                                  Make up, break up, everything is shake up;                                                                    If you took all the girls i knew
Well I'm running down the road trying to loosen   Guess it had to be that way.                                                                                  When i was single
my load, got a world of trouble on my mind        Sebastian and Zal formed the Spoonful;                                                                        And brought them all together for one night
lookin' for a lover who won't blow my                                                                                                                           I know they'd never match
                                                  Michelle, John, and Denny gettin' very tuneful.         I Dig Rock And Roll Music - Peter, Paul
cover, she's so hard to find                                                                                                                                    My sweet imagination
                                                  McGuinn and McGuire just a-catchin' fire in L.A.,       & Mary                                                And everything looks worse in black and white
                                                  You know where that's at.
Take it easy, take it easy                        And everybody's gettin' fat except Mama Cass.           I dig rock and roll music
don't let the sound of your own                                                                           And i love to get the chance to play. (and sing it)   Kodachrome
wheels make you crazy                             Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted,      I figure it's about the happiest sound goin' down     They give us those nice bright colors
come on baby, don't say maybe                     And Mitchy wants to go to the sea.                      today.                                                They give us the greens of summers
I gotta know if your sweet love is                Cass can't make it; she says we'll have to fake it---   The message may not move me,                          Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah
gonna save me,                                    We knew she'd come eventually.                          Or mean a great deal to me,                           I got a nikon camera
oh oh oh                                          Greasin' on American Express cards;                     But hey! it feels so groovy to say:                   I love to take a photograph
Oh we got it easy                                 Tents low rent, but keeping out the heat's hard.                                                              So mama don't take my kodachrome away
We oughta take it easy                            Duffy's good vibrations and our imaginations            I dig the mamas and the papas at "the trip,"
                                                  Can't go on indefinitely.                               Sunset strip in l.a.
                                                  And California dreamin' is becomin' a reality...        And they got a good thing goin'
                                                                                                          When the words don't get in the way.
                                                                                                          And when they're really wailing,                      American Pie - Don McLean
Creeque Alley - The Mamas And The                 California Dreaming - The Mamas and                     Michelle and cass are sailin'.                        A long long time ago
Papas                                             The Papas
                                                                                                          Hey! they really nail me to the wall.                 I can still remember
John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy                                                                                                                      How that music used to make me smile
                                                  All the leaves are brown                                I dig donovan in a dream-like, tripped out way        And I knew if I had my chance
Just to leave the folk music behind;              And the sky is gray                                     His crystal images tell you 'bout a brighter day
Zal and Denny workin' for a penny                                                                                                                               That I could make those people dance
                                                  I've been for a walk                                    And when the beatles tell you                         And maybe they'd be happy for a while
Tryin' to get a fish on the line.                 On a winter's day                                       They've got a word "love" to sell you
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But February made me shiver                    Landed foul on the grass                         I want to go home                                  To the rhythm of a steel drum band
with every paper I'd deliver                   The players tried for a forward pass                                                                Down in kokomo
Bad news on the doorstep                       With the jester on the sidelines in a cast       So hoist up the john bs sail
I couldn't take one more step                  Now the half-time air was sweet perfume          See how the mainsail sets                          Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
I can't remember if I cried                    While sergeants played a marching tune           Call for the captain ashore                        To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
When I read about his widowed bride            We all got up to dance                           Let me go home, let me go home                     Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
But something touched me deep inside           Oh, but we never got the chance                  I wanna go home, yeah yeah
The day the music died                         'Cause the players tried to take the field       Well I feel so broke up                            Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
So...                                          The marching band refused to yield               I wanna go home                                    Well get there fast
                                               Do you recall what was revealed                                                                     And then well take it slow
Bye, bye Miss American Pie                     The day the music died?                          The first mate he got drunk                        Thats where we wanna go
Drove my Chevy to the levee                                                                     And broke in the capns trunk                       Way down to kokomo
but the levee was dry                          We started singing(*)                            The constable had to come and take him away
Them good ole boys                                                                              Sheriff john stone                                 To martinique, that monserrat mystique
were drinking whiskey and rye                  Oh, and there we were all in one place           Why dont you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Singing this'll be the day that I die          A generation lost in space                       Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home            Well put out to sea
This'll be the day that I die                  With no time left to start again                                                                    And well perfect our chemistry
                                               So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick         So hoist up the john bs sail                       By and by well defy a little bit of gravity
Did you write the book of love                 Jack Flash sat on a candlestick                  See how the mainsail sets
And do you have faith in God above             'Cause fire is the devil's only friend           Call for the captain ashore                        Afternoon delight
If the Bible tells you so?                     And as I watched him on the stage                Let me go home, let me go home                     Cocktails and moonlit nights
Now do you believe in rock and roll?           My hands were clenched in fists of rage          I wanna go home, let me go home                    That dreamy look in your eye
Can music save your mortal soul?               No angel born in hell                            Why dont you let me go home                        Give me a tropical contact high
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?   Could break that Satan's spell                   (hoist up the john bs sail)                        Way down in kokomo
Well, I know that you're in love with him      And as the flames climbed high into the night    Hoist up the john b
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym            To light the sacrificial rite                    I feel so broke up I wanna go home                 Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
You both kicked off your shoes                 I saw Satan laughing with delight                Let me go home                                     To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues              The day the music died                                                                              Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck                                                            The poor cook he caught the fits                   Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck       He was singing(*)                                And threw away all my grits                        Well get there fast
But I knew I was out of luck                                                                    And then he took and he ate up all of my corn      And then well take it slow
The day the music died                         I met a girl who sang the blues                  Let me go home                                     Thats where we wanna go
                                               And I asked her for some happy news              Why dont they let me go home                       Way down to kokomo
I started singing(*)                           But she just smiled and turned away              This is the worst trip Ive ever been on
                                               I went down to the sacred store                                                                     Port au prince I wanna catch a glimpse
Now, for ten years we've been on our own       Where I'd heard the music years before           So hoist up the john bs sail
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone          But the man there said the music wouldn't play   See how the mainsail sets                          Everybody knows
But that's not how it used to be               And in the streets the children screamed         Call for the captain ashore                        A little place like kokomo
When the jester sang for the king and queen    The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed          Let me go home, let me go home                     Now if you wanna go
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean          But not a word was spoken                        I wanna go home, let me go home                    And get away from it all
And a voice that came from you and me          The church bells all were broken                 Why dont you let me go home                        Go down to kokomo
Oh and while the king was looking down         And the three men I admire most
The jester stole his thorny crown              the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost              Kokomo - Beach Boys                                Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
The courtroom was adjourned                    They caught the last train for the coast                                                            To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
No verdict was returned                        The day the music died                           Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you                Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
And while Lenin read a book on Marx                                                             Bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
The quartet practiced in the park              And they were singing(*)                         Key largo, montego baby why dont we go             Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
And we sang dirges in the dark                                                                  Jamaica                                            Well get there fast
The day the music died                         Sloop John B - Beach Boys                                                                           And then well take it slow
                                                                                                Off the florida keys                               Thats where we wanna go
We were singing(*)                             We come on the sloop john b                      Theres a place called kokomo                       Way down to kokomo
                                               My grandfather and me                            Thats where you wanna go to get away from it all
Helter skelter in a summer swelter             Around nassau town we did roam                                                                      Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter      Drinking all night                               Bodies in the sand                                 To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Eight miles high and falling fast              Got into a fight                                 Tropical drink melting in your hand                Key largo, montego baby why dont we go
                                               Well I feel so broke up                          Well be falling in love
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                                                      I wish they all could be California                     Yeah                                              Well, Rhonda you look so fine (look so fine)
Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo                   I wish they all could be California                     Get around round round I get around               And I know it wouldn't take much time
                                                      I wish they all could be California girls               Get around round round I get around               For you to help me Rhonda
                                                                                                              (Wah wa ooo)                                      Help me get her out of my heart
Surfer Girl - Beach Boys                              I wish they all could be California                     Get around round round I get around
                                                      (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)                    (Oooo ooo ooo)                                                       (Chorus)
Little surfer little one                              I wish they all could be California                     Get around round round I get around               Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
Made my heart come all undone                         (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)                    (Ahh ooo ooo)                                     Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
Do you love me, do you surfer girl                    I wish they all could be California                     Get around round round I get around               Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
Surfer girl my little surfer girl                     (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)                    (Ahh ooo ooo)                                     Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
                                                      I wish they all could be California                     Get around round round I get around               Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
I have watched you on the shore                       (Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)                    (Ahh ooo oo0)                                     Help me Rhonda Help, help me Rhonda
Standing by the ocean's roar                                                                                                                                    Help me Rhonda yeah Get her out of my heart
Do you love me do you surfer girl
                                                      I Get Around - Beach Boys                               Wouldn't It Be Nice - Beach Boys
Surfer girl surfer girl                                                                                                                                         She was gonna be my wife
                                                      Round round get around I get around, Yeah               Wouldn't it be nice if we were older              And I was gonna be her man
We could ride the surf together                       Get around round round I get around                     Then we wouldn't have to wait so long             But she let another guy come between us
While our love would grow                                                                                     And wouldn't it be nice to live together          And it ruined our plan
In my Woody I would take you everywhere I go          (Chorus)                                                In the kind of world where we belong
So I say from me to you                               I get around                                                                                              Well, Rhonda you caught my eye (caught my eye)
I will make your dreams come true                     (Get around round round I get around)                   You know its gonna make it that much better       And I can give you lotsa reasons why
Do you love me do you surfer girl                     My kind o' town                                         When we can say goodnight and stay together       You gotta help me Rhonda
Surfer girl my little surfer girl                     (Get around round round I get around)                                                                     Help me get her out of my heart
Well                                                  I'm a real cool head                                    Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl                (Get around round round I get around)                   In the morning when the day is new                Chorus
Well                                                  I'm makin' real good bread                              And after having spent the day together           Chorus
Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl                                                                        Hold each other close the whole night through     ...
Well                                                  I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down this same
Girl surfer girl my little surfer girl                old strip                                               Happy times together we've been spending
                                                                                                                                                                Here comes the sun - The Beatles
                                                      I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip          I wish that every kiss was neverending
California Girls - Beach Boys                         My buddies and me are getting real well known           Wouldn't it be nice                               Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
                                                      Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone                                                        And i say it's all right
Well East coast girls are hip                                                                                 Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it
I really dig those styles they wear                   Chorus                                                  might come true                                   Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
And the Southern girls with the way they talk                                                                 Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we     Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
They knock me out when I'm down there                 Get around round round I get around                     couldn't do                                       Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
                                                      I get around                                            We could be married                               And i say it's all right
The Mid-West farmer's daughters really make you       Round                                                   And then we'd be happy
feel alright                                          Get around round round oooo                                                                               Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
And the Northern girls with the way they kiss         Wah wa ooo                                              Wouldn't it be nice                               Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
They keep their boyfriends warm at night              Wah wa ooo                                                                                                Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
                                                      Wah wa ooo                                              You know it seems the more we talk about it       And i say it's all right
I wish they all could be California                                                                           It only makes it worse to live without it
I wish they all could be California                   We always take my car cause it's never been beat        But lets talk about it                            Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
I wish they all could be California girls             And we've never missed yet with the girls we meet       Wouldn't it be nice                               Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
                                                      None of the guys go steady cause it wouldn't be right                                                     Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
The West coast has the sunshine                       To leave their best girl home now on Saturday night     Good night my baby                                Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
And the girls all get so tanned                                                                               Sleep tight my baby                               Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island                Chorus
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand
                                                                                                              Help Me Rhoda - Beach Boys                        Little darling, i feel that ice is slowly melting
                                                      Get around round round I get around                                                                       Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
I been all around this great big world                I get around                                            Well since she put me down                        Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I seen all kinds of girls                         Round                                                   I 've been out doin' in my head                   And i say it's all right
Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the states   Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah                                 Come in late at night                             It's all right
Back to the cutest girls in the world                                                                         and in the mornin' I just lay in bed
                                                      Round round get around I get around
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All My Lovin' - The Beatles                         Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.              You'll understand.                      Maxwell's Hammer - The Beatles
                                                    Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play
close your eyes and i'll kiss you,                  the game.                                             I need you, i need you, i need you.     Joan was quizzical, studied metaphysical
Tomorrow i'll miss you;                             It's easy.                                            I need to make you see,                 Science in the home
Remember i'll always be true.                                                                             Oh, what you mean to me.                Late nights all alone with a test-tube
And then while i'm away,                            Nothing you can make that can't be made.              Until i do i'm hoping you will          Ohh-oh-oh-oh...
I'll write home ev'ry day,                          No one you can save that can't be saved.              Know what i mean.                       Maxwell edison majoring in medicine
And i'll send all my loving to you.                 Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you                                            Calls her on the phone
                                                    in time.                                              I love you.                             "can i take you out to the pictures
I'll pretend that i'm kissing                       It's easy.                                                                                    Joa-oa-oa-oan?"
The lips i am missing                                                                                     I want you, i want you, i want you.     But as she's getting ready to go
And hope that my dreams will come true.             All you need is love.                                 I think you know by now                 A knock comes on the door...
And then while i'm away,                            All you need is love.                                 I'll get to you somehow.
I'll write home ev'ry day,                          All you need is love, love.                           Until i do i'm telling you so           Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
And i'll send all my loving to you.                 Love is all you need.                                 You'll understand.                      Came down upon her head
                                                                                                                                                  Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
All my loving i will send to you.                   All you need is love.                                 I will say the only words i know that   Made sure that she was dead
All my loving, darling i'll be true.                All you need is love.                                 You'll understand, my michelle.
                                                    All you need is love, love.                                                                   Back in school again maxwell plays the fool again
Hard Days Night - The Beatles                       Love is all you need.                                 The Long and Winding Road - The
                                                                                                                                                  Teacher gets annoyed
                                                                                                                                                  Wishing to avoid an unpleasant sce-e-e-ene
It's been a hard day's night,                                                                             Beatles                                 She tells max to stay when the class has gone away
and i been working like a dog                       Nothing you can know that isn't known.
                                                    Nothing you can see that isn't shown.                 The long and winding road               So he waits behind
It's been a hard day's night,                                                                                                                     Writing 50 times "i must not be so-o-o-oo..."
i should be sleeping like a log                     Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to   that leads to your door
                                                    be.                                                   will never disappear                    But when she turns her back on the boy
But when i get home to you                                                                                                                        He creeps up from behind
i'll find the things that you do                    It's easy.                                            I've seen that road before
Will make me feel alright                                                                                 It always leads me here
                                                    All you need is love.                                 lead me to your door                    Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
                                                    All you need is love.                                                                         Came down upon her head
You know i work all day                                                                                                                           Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
to get you money to buy you things                  All you need is love, love.                           The wild and windy night
                                                    Love is all you need.                                 that the rain washed away               Made sure that she was dead
And it's worth it just to hear you say
you're going to give me everything                                                                        has left a pool of tears
                                                    All you need is love (all together, now!)             crying for the day                      B.c. thirty-one said "we caught a dirty one"
So why on earth should i moan,                                                                                                                    Maxwell stands alone
'cause when i get you alone                         All you need is love. (everybody!)                    why leave me standing here
                                                    All you need is love, love.                           let me know the way                     Painting testimonial pictures ohh-oh-oh-oh
You know i feel ok                                                                                                                                Rose and valerie screaming from the gallery
                                                    Love is all you need (love is all you need).
                                                                                                          Many times I've been alone              Say he must go free (maxwell must go free)
When i'm home everything seems to be right                                                                                                        The judge does not agree and he tells them so-o-o-oo
When i'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight   Yee-hai!                                              and many times I've cried
                                                    Oh yeah!                                              anyway you'll never know                But as the words are leaving his lips
                                                    She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.                        the many ways I've tried                A noise comes from behind
Owww!
                                                    She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
                                                                                                          but still they lead me back             Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
So why on earth should i moan,                                                                                                                    Came down upon his head
'cause when i get you alone                         Michelle - The Beatles                                to the long winding road
                                                                                                          you left me standing here               Bang, bang, maxwell's silver hammer
You know i feel ok                                  Michelle, ma belle.                                                                           Made sure that he was dead
                                                                                                          a long long time ago
                                                    These are words that go together well,                don't leave me waiting here
You know i feel alright                             My michelle.                                          lead me to your door                    Lovely Rita - The Beatles
You know i feel alright
                                                    Michelle, ma belle.                                                                           Lovely rita meter maid.
                                                                                                          But still they lead me back
All You Need is Love - The Beatles                  Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble,                                                    Lovely rita meter maid.
                                                                                                          to the long winding road
Love, love, love.                                   Tres bien ensemble.                                   you left me standing here               Lovely rita meter maid.
Love, love, love.                                                                                         a long long time ago                    Nothing can come between us,
Love, love, love.                                   I love you, i love you, i love you.                   don't keep me waiting here              When it gets dark i tow your heart away.
                                                    That's all i want to say.                             lead me to your door
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.      Until i find a way                                                                            Standing by a parking meter,
                                                    I will say the only words i know that                                                         When i caught a glimpse of rita,

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Filling in a ticket in her little white book.       wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door   And dont you know that its just you, hey jude, youll   And these memories lose their meaning
In a cap she looked much older,                     Who is it for?                                         do,                                                    When i think of love as something new
And the bag across her shoulder                                                                            The movement you need is on your shoulder.             Though i know i'll never lose affection
Made her look a little like a military man.         All the lonely people                                                                                         For people and things that went before
                                                    Where do they all come from ?                          Hey jude, dont make it bad.                            I know i'll often stop and think about them
Lovely rita meter maid,                             All the lonely people                                  Take a sad song and make it better.                    In my life i love you more
May i inquire discreetly,                           Where do they all belong ?                             Remember to let her under your skin,
When are you free,                                                                                         Then youll begin to make it                            Though i know i'll never lose affection
To take some tea with me.                           Father mckenzie writing the words                      Better better better better better better, oh.         For people and things that went before
                                                    of a sermon that no one will hear                                                                             I know i'll often stop and think about them
Took her out and tried to win her,                                                                                                                                In my life i love you more
Had a laugh and over dinner,                        No one comes near.                                     Na na na na na ,na na na, hey jude...
                                                    Look at him working. darning his socks                                                                        In my life i love you more
Told her i would really like to see her again,
                                                    in the night when there's nobody there                 When I Saw Her Standing There - The
Got the bill and rita paid it,                                                                                                                                    Rocky Racoon - The Beatles
                                                    What does he care?                                     Beatles
Took her home i nearly made it,                                                                                                                                   Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two.           All the lonely people                                  Well, she was just 17,
                                                                                                                                                                  dakota
                                                    Where do they all come from?                           You know what i mean,
Oh, lovely rita meter maid,                                                                                                                                       There lived a young boy named rocky raccoon
                                                    All the lonely people                                  And the way she looked was way beyond compare.
Where would i be without you,                                                                                                                                     And one day his woman ran off with another guy
                                                    Where do they all belong?                              So how could i dance with another (ooh)
Give us a wink and make me think of you.                                                                                                                          Hit young rocky in the eye rocky didn't like that
                                                                                                           And i saw her standin' there.
                                                                                                                                                                  He said i'm gonna get that boy
                                                    Eleanor rigby died in the church                                                                              So one day he walked into town
                                                                                                           Well she looked at me, and i, i could see
                                                    and was buried along with her name                                                                            Booked himself a room in the local saloon.
Come Together Right Now - The                       Nobody came
                                                                                                           That before too long i'd fall in love with her.
Beatles                                                                                                    She wouldn't dance with another (whooh)
                                                    Father mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands                                                                Rocky raccoon checked into his room
                                                                                                           And i saw her standin' there.
Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly    as he walks from the grave                                                                                    Only to find gideon's bible
He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller           No one was saved                                       Well, my heart went "boom,"                            Rocky had come equipped with a gun
He got hair down to his knee                                                                               When i crossed that room,                              To shoot off the legs of his rival
Got to be a joker he just do what he please         All the lonely people                                  And i held her hand in mine...                         His rival it seems had broken his dreams
                                                    Where do they all come from?                                                                                  By stealing the girl of his fancy.
He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football        All the lonely people                                  Whoah, we danced through the night,
                                                                                                                                                                  Her name was magil and she called herself lil
He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola             Where do they all belong?                              And we held each other tight,
                                                                                                                                                                  But everyone knew her as nancy.
He say "i know you, you know me"                                                                           And before too long i fell in love with her.
One thing i can tell you is you got to be free      Hey Jude - The Beatles                                 Now i'll never dance with another (whooh)
                                                                                                                                                                  Now she and her man who called himself dan
Come together right now over me                                                                            Since i saw her standing there
                                                    Hey jude, dont make it bad.                                                                                   Were in the next room at the hoe down
He bag production he got walrus gumboot             Take a sad song and make it better.                    Well, my heart went "boom,"                            Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He got ono sideboard he one spinal cracker          Remember to let her into your heart,                   When i crossed that room,                              He said danny boy this is a showdown
He got feet down below his knee                     Then you can start to make it better.                  And i held her hand in mine...                         But daniel was hot-he drew first and shot
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease                                                                                                                 And rocky collapsed in the corner.
                                                                                                           Whoah, we danced through the night,
Come together right now over me                     Hey jude, dont be afraid.                              And we held each other tight,
                                                    You were made to go out and get her.                                                                          Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
He roller-coaster he got early warning                                                                     And before too long i fell in love with her.           And proceeded to lie on the table
                                                    The minute you let her under your skin,                Now i'll never dance with another (whooh)
He got muddy water he one mojo filter               Then you begin to make it better.                                                                             He said rocky you met your match
He say "one and one and one is three"                                                                      Since i saw her standing there                         And rocky said, doc it's only a scratch
Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see   And anytime you feel the pain, hey jude, refrain,      In My Life - The Beatles                               And i'll be better i'll be better doc as soon as i am
Come together right now over me                     Dont carry the world upon your shoulders.              There are places i'll remember                         able.
                                                    For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool    All my life though some have changed
All the Lonely People - The Beatles                 By making his world a little colder.                   Some forever not for better                            Now rocky raccoon he fell back in his room
                                                                                                           Some have gone and some remain                         Only to find gideon's bible
Ah, look at all the lonely people                                                                                                                                 Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
Ah, look at all the lonely people                   Hey jude, dont let me down.                            All these places have their moments
                                                    You have found her, now go and get her.                With lovers and friends i still can recall             To help with good rocky's revival.
Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church       Remember to let her into your heart,                   Some are dead and some are living
                                                    Then you can start to make it better.                  In my life i've loved them all                         She Loves You - The Beatles
where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream                                                                                           But of all these friends and lovers                    She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Waits at the window,                                So let it out and let it in, hey jude, begin,                                                                 She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah
                                                    Youre waiting for someone to perform with.             There is no one compares with you

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She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah   She's got a ticket to ride,                       Sunday mornings go for a ride,
                                        She's got a ticket to ride,                       Doing the garden, digging the weeds,              We all live in our yellow submarine,
You think you lost your love,           She's got a ticket to ride,                       Who could ask for more.                           Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
When i saw her yesterday.               But she don't care.                               Will you still need me, will you still feed me,   We all live in our yellow submarine,
It's you she's thinking of                                                                When i'm sixty-four.                              Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
And she told me what to say.            I don't know why she's ridin' so high,
She says she loves you                  She ought to think twice,                         Every summer we can rent a cottage,               Yesterday - The Beatles
And you know that can't be bad.         She ought to do right by me.                      In the isle of wight, if it's not too dear
Yes, she loves you                      Before she gets to saying goodbye,                We shall scrimp and save                          yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
And you know you should be glad. ooh!   She ought to think twice,                         Grandchildren on your knee                        Now it looks as though they're here to stay
                                        She ought to do right by me.                      Vera chuck & dave                                 Oh, i believe in yesterday.
She said you were to know
That she almost lost her mind.          I think i'm gonna be sad,                         Send me a postcard, drop me a line,               Suddenly, i'm not half the man i used to be,
And now she says she knows              I think it's today yeah.                          Stating point of view                             There's a shadow hanging over me.
You're not the hurting kind.            The girl that's driving me mad                    Indicate precisely what you mean to say           Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
She says she loves you                  Is going away, yeah.                              Yours sincerely, wasting away
And you know that can't be bad.                                                           Give me your answer, fill in a form               Why she had to go i don't know she wouldn't say.
Yes, she loves you                      She's got a ticket to ride,                       Mine for evermore                                 I said something wrong, now i long for yesterday.
And you know you should be glad. ooh!   She's got a ticket to ride,                       Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
                                        She's got a ticket to ride,                       When i'm sixty-four.                              Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah         But she don't care.                                                                                 Now i need a place to hide away.
                                                                                                                                            Oh, i believe in yesterday.
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah                                                           Yellow Submarine - The Beatles
And with a love like that               I don't know why she's ridin' so high,
You know you should be glad.            She ought to think twice,                         In the town where i was born                      Mm mm mm mm mm.
                                        She ought to do right by me.                      Lived a man who sailed to sea
And now it's up to you,                 Before she gets to saying goodbye,                And he told us of his life
I think it's only fair,                 She ought to think twice,                         In the land of submarines                         You Never Give Me Your Money - The
If i should hurt you, too,              She ought to do right by me.                                                                        Beatles
Apologize to her                                                                          So we sailed up to the sun
                                                                                          Till we found the sea of green                    You never give me your money
Because she loves you                   She said that living with me,
                                                                                          And we lived beneath the waves                    You only give me your funny paper
And you know that can't be bad.         Is bringing her down, yeah.
                                                                                          In our yellow submarine                           And in the middle of negotiations
Yes, she loves you                      For she would never be free
                                                                                                                                            You break down
And you know you should be glad. ooh!   When i was around.
                                        Ah, she's got a ticket to ride,                   We all live in our yellow submarine,
                                                                                          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                I never give you my number
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah         She's got a ticket to ride,
                                                                                          We all live in our yellow submarine,              I only give you my situation
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah         She's got a ticket to ride,
                                                                                          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                And in the middle of investigation
And with a love like that               But she don't care.
                                                                                                                                            I break down
You know you should be glad.            My baby don't care, my baby don't care. ......
                                                                                          And our friends are all on board
                                                                                          Many more of them live next door                  Out of college, money spent
Ticket to Ride - The Beatles            When I'm 64 - The Beatles                                                                           See no future, pay no rent
                                                                                          And the band begins to play
I think i'm gonna be sad,               When i get older losing my hair,                                                                    All the money's gone, nowhere to go
I think it's today, yeah.               Many years from now.                              We all live in our yellow submarine,              Any jobber got the sack
The girl that's driving me mad          Will you still be sending me a valentine          Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
Is going away.                          Birthday greetings bottle of wine.                We all live in our yellow submarine,              Monday morning, turning back
                                        If i'd been out till quarter to three             Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
She's got a ticket to ride,             Would you lock the door,                                                                            But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
She's got a ticket to ride,             Will you still need me, will you still feed me,   As we live a life of ease                         Oh, that magic feeling
She's got a ticket to ride,             When i'm sixty-four.                              Everyone of us has all we need                    Nowhere to go
But she don't care.                                                                       Sky of blue and sea of green
                                        You'll be older too,                              In our yellow submarine.                          One sweet dream
She said that living with me            And it you say the word,                                                                            Pick up the bags and get in the limousine
Is bringing her down yeah.              I could stay with you.                            We all live in our yellow submarine,              Soon we'll be away from here
For she would never be free             I could be handy, mending a fuse                  Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
When i was around.                      When your lights have gone.                       We all live in our yellow submarine,              One sweet dream came true today
                                        You can knit a sweater by the fireside            Yellow submarine, yellow submarine                Came true today

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Came true today (yes it did)                      You're in the mood for a dance                     Silence like a cancer grows.                             Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
                                                  And when you get the chance...                     Hear my words that I might teach you,
One two three four five six seven,                                                                   Take my arms that I might reach you.                     Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson ....
All good children go to heaven                    You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet,        But my words like silent raindrops fell,                 Sitting on a sofa on a sunday afternoon
                                                  only seventeen                                     And echoed                                               Going to the candidates debate
You're Going to Lose that Girl - The              Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine   In the wells of silence                                  Laugh about it, shout about it
Beatles                                           You can dance, you can jive,                                                                                When you've got to choose
                                                  having the time of your life                       And the people bowed and prayed                          Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose
You're going to lose that girl,                   See that girl, watch that scene,                   To the neon God they made.
You're going to lose that girl.                   digging the Dancing Queen                          And the sign flashed out its warning,                    Where have you gone Joe Damajiou
If you don't take her out tonight,                                                                   In the words that it was forming.                        A nation turns its lonely eyes to you wuwuwu
She's going to change her mind,                   You're a teaser, you turn 'em on                   And the signs said, the words of the prophets            What's that you say Mrs. robinson
And i will take her out tonight,                  Leave them burning and then you're gone            Are written on the subway walls                          Jumpin' Joe has left and gone away
And i will treat her kind.                        Looking out for another, anyone will do            And tenement halls.                                      hey hey hey hey hey hey
                                                  You're in the mood for a dance                     And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
You're going to lose that girl,                   And when you get the chance...                                                                              Bridge Over Troubled Water -Simon&G
You're going to lose that girl.                                                                      Keep the Customers Satisfied                             When you're weary, feeling small,
If you don't treat her right, my friend,          You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet,
You're going to find her gone,                                                                       Gee but its great to be back home                        When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
                                                  only seventeen
'cause i will treat her right, and then                                                              Home is where I want to be.                              I'm on your side. when times get rough
                                                  Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You'll be the lonely one.                                                                            Ive been on the road so long my friend,                  And friends just can't be found,
                                                  You can dance, you can jive,
                                                                                                     And if you came along I know you couldnt disagree.       Like a bridge over troubled water
                                                  having the time of your life
You're going to lose that girl,                                                                                                                               I will lay me down.
                                                  See that girl, watch that scene,                   Chorus
You're going to lose that girl.                                                                                                                               Like a bridge over troubled water
                                                  digging the Dancing Queen                          Its the same old story
I'll make a point                                                                                                                                             I will lay me down.
                                                                                                     Everywhere I go, I get slandered, Libeled,
Of taking her away from you, yeah,                                                                                                                            When you're down and out,
                                                                                                     I hear words I never heard In the bible
The way you treat her what else can i do?                                                                                                                     When you're on the street,
                                                                                                     And Im on step ahead of the shoe shine
                                                                                                     Two steps away from the county line                      When evening falls so hard I will comfort you.
You're going to lose that girl,                   Sounds of Silence - Simon & G                      Just trying to keep my customers satisfied,              I'll take your part.
You're going to lose that girl.                                                                                                                               When darkness comes, And pains is all around,
                                                  Hello darkness, my old friend,                     Satisfied.
I'll make a point                                                                                                                                             Like a bridge over troubled water
Of taking her away from you, yeah,                Ive come to talk with you again,                   Deputy sheriff said to me                                I will lay me down.
The way you treat her what else can i do?         Because a vision softly creeping,                  Tell me what you come here for, boy.                     Like a bridge over troubled water
If you don't take her out tonight,                Left its seeds while I was sleeping,               You better get your bags and flee.                       I will lay me down.
She's going to change her mind,                   And the vision that was planted in my brain        Youre in trouble boy,
And i will take her out tonight,                  Still remains                                      And youre heading into more.                             Sail on silvergirl, Sail on by.
And i will treat her kind.                        Within the sound of silence.                                                                                Your time has come to shine.
You're going to lose that girl,                                                                      Chorus                                                   All your dreams are on their way.
You're going to lose that girl                    In restless dreams I walked alone                                                                           See how they shine. If you need a friend
                                                  Narrow streets of cobblestone,                     Mrs Robinson - Simon & Garfunkle                         I'm sailing right behind.
Dancing Queen - Abba                              neath the halo of a street lamp,
                                                                                                     And here's to you Mrs. Robinson                          Like a bridge over troubled water
                                                  I turned my collar to the cold and damp                                                                     I will ease your mind.
You can dance, you can jive,                                                                         Jesus loves you more than you will know wuwuwu
                                                  When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of                                                                   Like a bridge over troubled water
having the time of your life                                                                         God bless you please Mrs. Robinson
                                                  A neon light                                                                                                I will ease your mind.
See that girl, watch that scene,                                                                     Heaven holds a place for those who pray
                                                  That split the night
digging the Dancing Queen                         And touched the sound of silence.
                                                                                                     hey hey hey...hey hey hey                                Cecelia - Simon & G
                                                                                                     We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files   Celia, youre breaking my heart
Friday night and the lights are low               And in the naked light I saw                       We'd like to help you learn to help yourself             Youre shaking my confidence daily
Looking out for the place to go                   Ten thousand people, maybe more.                   Look around youu all you see are sympathetic lies        Oh, cecilia, Im down on my knees
Where they play the right music, getting in the   People talking without speaking,                   Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home         Im begging you please to come home
swing                                             People hearing without listening,
You come in to look for a King                                                                       And here's to you Mrs. Robinson ....                     Celia, youre breaking my heart
                                                  People writing songs that voices never share                                                                Youre shaking my confidence daily
                                                  And no one deared                                  Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes         Oh, cecilia, Im down on my knees
Anybody could be that guy                         Disturb the sound of silence.
Night is young and the music's high                                                                  Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes                 Im begging you please to come home
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine                                                         It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair         Come on home
                                                  Fools said i,you do not know
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Making love in the afternoon with cecilia                                                                Catch your dreams before they slip away                Decided that well drink up whats left
Up in my bedroom (making love)                       I can't get no, i can't get no                      Dying all the time                                     Chug-a-lug, so helped ourselves
I got up to wash my face                             I can't get no satisfaction                         Lose your dreams                                       First time for everything
When I come back to bed Someones taken my place      No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction   And you will lose your mind.                           Umm, my ears still ring
                                                                                                         Aint life unkind?
Celia, youre breaking my heart
                                                     Jumping Jack Flash - Rolling Stones                                                                        Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Youre shaking my confidence daily                                                                        Goodbye, ruby tuesday                                  Make you wanna holler hi-de-ho!
Oh, cecilia, Im down on my knees                     I was born in a cross-fire hurricane                Who could hang a name on you?                          Burns your tummy, dont ya know
Im begging you please to come home                   And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,          When you change with every new day                     Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Come on home                                         But its all right now, in fact, its a gas!          Still Im gonna miss you...
                                                     But its all right. Im jumpin jack flash,                                                                   4 h and ffa
Jubilation, she loves me again,                      Its a gas! gas! gas!
I fall on the floor and I laughing,                                                                      King of the Road - Roger Miller                        On a field trip to the farm
Jubilation, she loves me again,                                                                                                                                 Me and a friend sneak off behind
                                                     I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,           Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents     This big old barn
I fall on the floor and I laughing                   I was schooled with a strap right across my back,   No phone, no pool, no pets, I aint got no cigarettes   Where we uncovered up a covered up
                                                     But its all right now, in fact, its a gas!          Ah but, two hours of pushin broom buys a               Moonshine still
Satisfaction - Rolling Stones                        But its all right, Im jumpin jack flash,            Eight by twelve four-bit room                          And we thought wed drink our fill
I can't get no satisfaction                          Its a gas! gas! gas!                                Im a man of means by no means, king of the road        And I swallered it with a smile
I can't get no satisfaction                                                                                                                                     Brrrrrrr....i run ten miles
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try           I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.   Third boxcar midnight train,
I can't get no, i can't get no                       I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.         destination bangor, maine                              Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
                                                     I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.        Old worn out suit and shoes,                           Make you wanna holler hi-de-ho!
When i'm drivin' in my car                           Yeah, yeah, yeah                                    I dont pay no union dues                               Burns your tummy, dont ya know
And that man comes on the radio                      I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.      I smoke old stogies I have found,                      Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
He's tellin' me more and more                        But its all right now, in fact, its a gas!          short but not too big around
About some useless information                       But its all right, Im jumpin jack flash,            Im a man of means by no means, king of the road        Jukebox and sawdust floor
Supposed to fire my imagination                      Its a gas! gas! gas!                                                                                       Something like I aint never seen
I can't get no, oh no no no                                                                              I know every engineer on every train                   Heck, Im just goin on fifteen
Hey hey hey, that's what i say                       Jumping jack flash, its a gas                       All the children and all of their names                But with the help of my faneglin uncle
                                                     Jumping jack flash, its a gas                       And every handout in every town                        I get shuck in (I get snuck in)
I can't get no satisfaction                          Jumping jack flash, its a gas                       And every lock that aint locked when no-ones           For my first taste of sin
I can't get no satisfaction                          Jumping jack flash, its a gas                       around                                                 I said, let me have a big ol sip...
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try           Jumping jack flash                                  I sing...                                              Brrrrr....i done a double back flip
I can't get no, i can't get no
                                                     Ruby Tuesday - Rolling Stones                       Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents    Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
When i'm watchin' my tv                                                                                  No phone, no pool, no pets, I aint got no cigarettes   Make you wanna holler hi-dee-ho!
                                                     She would never say where she came from             Ah but, two hours of pushin broom buys a
And that man comes on to tell me                     Yesterday dont matter if its gone                                                                          Burns your tummy, dont ya know
How white my shirts can be                                                                               Eight by twelve four-bit room                          Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
                                                     While the sun is bright                             Im a man of means by no means, king of the road
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke        Or in the darkest night
The same cigarrettes as me                           No one knows                                                                                               Your Song - Elton John
I can't get no, oh no no no                                                                              Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
                                                     She comes and goes                                  No phone, no pool, no pets, I aint got no cigarettes   Its a little bit funny this feeling inside
Hey hey hey, that's what i say
                                                                                                         Ah but, two hours of pushin broom buys a               Im not one of those who can easily hide
                                                     Goodbye, ruby tuesday                               Eight by twelve four-bit room........                  I dont have much money but boy if I did
I can't get no satisfaction                          Who could hang a name on you?
I can't get no girl reaction                                                                                                                                    Id buy a big house where we both could live
                                                     When you change with every new day
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try                                                               Chug-a-lug - Roger Miller
                                                     Still Im gonna miss you...                                                                                 If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
I can't get no, i can't get no                                                                           Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug                                 Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
                                                     Dont question why she needs to be so free           Makes you wanna holler hi-dee-ho!                      I know its not much but its the best I can do
When i'm ridin' round the world                      Shell tell you its the only way to be               Burns your tummy, dont ya know
And i'm doin' this and i'm signing that                                                                                                                         My gift is my song and this ones for you
                                                     She just cant be chained                            Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
And i'm tryin' to make some girl                     To a life where nothings gained
Who tells me baby better come back later next week                                                                                                              And you can tell everybody this is your song
                                                     And nothings lost                                   Grape wine in a mason jar                              It may be quite simple but now that its done
'cause you see i'm on losing streak                  At such a cost                                      Homemade and brought to school
I can't get no, oh no no no                                                                                                                                     I hope you dont mind
                                                                                                         By a friend of mine and after class                    I hope you dont mind that I put down in words
Hey hey hey, that's what i say                       Theres no time to lose, I heard her say             Me and him and this other fool                         How wonderful life is while youre in the world
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                                                         We filled his head with cannon balls,                   I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,        That when you saw me go
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss                & powered his behind                                    I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done    I was singing this song
Well a few of the verses well theyve got me quite        'n when we touched the powder off
cross                                                    the gator lost his mind.                                Wedding Bell Blues - 5th Dimension                      Chorus
But the suns been quite kind while I wrote this song
Its for people like you that keep it turned on           Chorus I                                                Bill, I love you so, I always will                      [spoken]
                                                         Chorus II                                               I look at you and see the passion eyes of May           Yeah we'll meet again
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do                                                                    Oh, but am I ever gonna see my wedding day              I don't know where
                                                                                                                 I was on your side Bill, when you were losin'
You see Ive forgotten if theyre green or theyre blue     City of New Orleans - Arlo Guthrie                                                                              Anf I don't know when
Anyway the thing is what I really mean                                                                           I'd never scheme or lie Bill, there's been no foolin'   But I do know
Yours are the sweetest eyes Ive ever seen                Riding on the City of New Orleans,                      But kisses and love won't carry me                      That we'll meet again
                                                         Illinois Central, monday morning rail,                  'till you marry me Bill                                 Some sunny day
                                                         fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Battle Of New Orleans - Johnny
                                                         three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail.            I love you so, I always will
Horton                                                   All along the southbound Odyssey                        And in your voice I hear a choir of carousels
                                                                                                                                                                         [spoken]
                                                                                                                                                                         So Honey
In 1814 we took a little trip,                           the train pulls out of Kankakee                         Oh, but am I ever gonna hear my wedding bells           Keep on smilin' thru
Along with Col. Jackson down the mighty Mississip.       and rolls along the houses, farms and fields,           I was the one who came runnin'                          Just like you always do
We took a little bacon, and we took a little beans.      passing towns that had no names                         when you were lonely                                    'Til the blue skies
And we met the bloody British near                       and freight yards full of old black men                 I haven't lived one day not lovin' you only             Drive the dark clouds
the town of New Orleans.                                 and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.           But kisses and love won't carry me                      Far away
                                                                                                                 til you marry me Bill
(Chorus I)                                               Good morning America, how are you?                                                                              And would you please say hello
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'          Say don't you know me, I'm your native son.             I love you so, I always will                            To all the folks that I know
there wasn't nigh as many as there was awhile ago        I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,        And though devotion rules my heart I take no vows       And tell'em I won't be long
we fire once more, and they began to runnin'             I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.   But Bill you're never gonna                             They'll be happy to know
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico                                                                       take those wedding vows                                 That when you saw me go
                                                         Dealin' card games with the old man in the club car,                                                            I was singing this song
We looked down the river                                 penny a point and no one's keepin' score,               Oh, come on Bill
and we seen the British come,                            pass the paper bag that holds the bottle,               Oh, come on Bill                                        [Chorus with choir]
An there must have been a hundred of them                you can feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor.      Come on and marry me Bill
                                                         And the sons of Pullman porters                         I got the wedding bell blues
beatin on the drum.                                                                                                                                                      YMCA - The Village People
They stepped so high & they made their bugles ring,      and the sons of engineers                               Please marry me Bill
we stood beside our cotton bails & didn't say a thing.   ride their father's magic carpet made of steam          I got the wedding bell blues                            Young man, there's no need to feel down
                                                         mothers with their babies asleep                        Marry me Bill                                           I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground
Chorus I                                                 are rochin' to the gentle beat                                                                                  I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town
                                                         and the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.           We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn                            There's no need to be unhappy
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise                                                                   (Chorus)
                                                         Good morning America, how are you?                                                                              Young man, there's a place you can go
if we didn'tfire our muskets                                                                                     We'll meet again
                                                         Say don't you know me, I'm your native son.                                                                     I said, young man, when you're short on your dough
'til we looked them in the eye.                                                                                  Don't know where
                                                         I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans,                                                                You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find
We held our fire 'til we see'd their faces well,                                                                 Don't know when
                                                         I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.                                                           Many ways to have a good time.
then we opened up our squirrel guns                                                                              But I know
& really gave 'em WELL....                                                                                       We'll meet again                                        It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
                                                         Night-time on the City of New Orleans                                                                           It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
                                                         changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee                     Some sunny day
Chorus I                                                                                                                                                                 They have everything for young men to enjoy.
                                                         halfway home, we'll be there by morning                                                                         You can hang out with all the boys.
                                                         through the Mississippi darkness                        Keep smilin' thru
They ran thru the briars                                                                                         Just like you
and they ran thru the brambles                           rollin' down to the sea.                                                                                        It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
                                                         But all the towns and people                            Always do                                               It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
and they ran thru the bushes                                                                                     'Til the blue skies drive
where a rabbit wouldn't go.                              seen to fade into a bad dream                                                                                   You can get yourself clean
                                                         and the steel rail hasn't heard the news                The dark clouds                                         You can have a good meal
They ran so fast the                                                                                             Far away
the hounds couldn't catch 'em on                         the conductor sings his songs again,                                                                            You can do whatever you feel.
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.              it's passengers will please refrain,
                                                                                                                 And will you please say hello                           Young man, Are you listening to me
                                                         this train's got the disappearin' railroad blues.
                                                                                                                 to the folks that i know                                I said, young man, what do you want to be
We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down,                                                                 Tell'em that I won't be long                            I said, young man, you can make real your dreams,
then we grabbed an alligator                             Goodnight America, how are you?
                                                                                                                 And they'll be happy to know                            but you've got to know this one thing.
& we fought another round.                               Say don't you know me, I'm your native son.
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No man, does it all by himself                    Before you call him a man?                              Oh, the poor folks hate the rich folks,                Two, four, six, eight,
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf    Yes and how many seas must a white dove sail,           And the rich folks hate the poor folks.                Time to transubstantiate!
And just go there, to the Y.M.C.A.                Before she sleeps in the sand?                          All of my folks hate all of your folks,
I'm sure they can help you today                  Yes and how many times must cannonballs fly,            It's American as apple pie.                            So get down upon your knees,
                                                  Before they're forever banned?                                                                                 Fiddle with your rosaries,
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.                  The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind           But during National Brotherhood Week,                  Bow your head with great respect,
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.                  The answer is blowin' in the wind                       National Brotherhood Week,                             And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!
They have everything for young men to enjoy.                                                              New Yorkers love the Puerto Ricans 'cause it's very
You can hang out with all the boys.               How many times must a man look up,                      chic. Step up and shake the hand                       Make a cross on your abdomen,
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.                  Before he can see the sky?                              Of someone you can't stand,                            When in Rome do like a Roman;
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.                  How many ears must one man have,                        You can tolerate him if you try!                       Ave Maria,
You can get yourself clean                        Before he can hear people cry?                                                                                 Gee, it's good to see ya.
You can have a good meal                          How many deaths will it take till he knows              Oh, the Protestants hate the Catholics                 Gettin' ecstatic an' sorta dramatic an'
You can do whatever you feel.                     That too many people have died?                         And the Catholics hate the Protestants,                Doin' the Vatican
                                                  The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind           And the Hindus hate the Moslems,                       Rag!
Young Man, I was once in your shoes,              The answer is blowin' in the wind                       And everybody hates the Jews.
I said, I was down and out with the blues                                                                                                                        Be Prepared - Tom Lehrer
I felt, no man cared if I were alive              How many years can a mountain exist,                    But during National Brotherhood Week,
I felt the whole world was so jive                Before it's washed to the seas (sea)                    National Brotherhood Week,                             I have time for one more here. This one is a little
                                                  HOw many years can some people exist,                   It's National Everyone-Smile-At-One-Another-Hood       song dedicated to the Boy Scouts of America,
That's when someone came up to me                                                                                                                                [applause] who seem to have a convention here
                                                  Before they're allowed to be free?                      Week.
and said young man take a walk up the street                                                                                                                     tonight. The Boy Scouts of America, those noble
                                                  How many times can a man turn his head,                 Be nice to people who Are inferior to you.
There's a place there called the Y.M.C.A.                                                                                                                        little... bastions of democracy, and the American
                                                  Pretend that he just doesn't see?                       It's only for a week, so have no fear;
They can start you back on your way.                                                                                                                             Legion of tomorrow. Their motto is... I would like to
                                                  The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind           Be grateful that it doesn't last all year!
                                                  The answer is blowin' in the wind.                                                                             state at this time that I am not now and have never
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
                                                                                                                                                                 been*... a member of the Boy Scouts of America.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.                                                                          The Vatican Rag - Tom Lehrer
                                                                                                                                                                 Their motto is, as you know, Be Prepared! and that
They have everything for young men to enjoy.      Nat'l Brotherhood Week - Tom Lehrer                     Another big news story of the year concerned the       is the name of this song.
You can hang out with all the boys.
                                                  One week of every year is designated National           ecumenical council in Rome, known as Vatican II.
                                                  Brotherhood Week. This is just one of many such         Among the things they did, in an attempt to make       Be prepared! That's the Boy Scouts' marching song,
Y.M.C.A. It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
                                                  weeks honoring various worthy causes. One of my         the church more... commercial, was to introduce the    Be prepared! As through life you march along.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
                                                  favorites is National Make-Fun-Of-The-                  vernacular into portions of the Mass to replace        Be prepared to hold your liquor pretty well.
Young man, Young man, there's no need to feel
                                                  Handicapped Week, which Frank Fontaine and Jerry        Latin, and to widen somewhat the range of music        Don't write naughty words on walls if you can't
down
                                                  Lewis are in charge of as you know. During National     permissible in the liturgy. But I feel that if they    spell.
Young man, Young man, pick yourself off the
                                                  Brotherhood Week various special events are             really want to sell the product in this secular age,
ground
                                                  arranged to drive home the message of brotherhood -     what they ought to do is to redo some of the           Be prepared! To hide that pack of cigarettes.
Y.M.C.A. just go to the Y.M C.A.                  this year, for example, on the first day of the week,   liturgical music in popular song forms. I have a       Don't make book if you cannot cover bets.
Young Man, Young Man, I was once in your shoes,   Malcolm X was killed,* which gives you an idea of       modest example here; it's called The Vatican Rag!      Keep those reefers hidden where you're sure that
Young Man, Young Man, I was out with the blues    how effective the whole thing is. I'm sure we all                                                              they will not be found,
                                                  agree that we ought to love one another, and I know     First you get down on your knees,                      And be careful not to smoke them when the
Y.M.C.A. Y.M.C.A. Y.M.C.A. Y.M.C.A.               there are people in the world who do not love their     Fiddle with your rosaries,                             scoutmaster's around,**
                                                  fellow human beings, and I hate people like that!       Bow your head with great respect,                      For he only will insist that they be shared, be
                                                  Here's a song about National Brotherhood Week.          And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!                   prepared!

                                                  Oh, the white folks hate the black folks,               Do whatever steps you want if                          Be prepared! That's the Boy Scouts' solemn creed,
                                                  And the black folks hate the white folks;               You have cleared them with the Pontiff.                Be prepared! And be clean in word and deed.
                                                  To hate all but the right folks                         Everybody say his own                                  Don't solicit for your sister, that's not nice,
                                                  Is an old established rule.                             Kyrie eleison,                                         Unless you get a good percentage of her price.
                                                                                                          Doin' the Vatican Rag.
                                                  But during National Brotherhood Week,                                                                          Be prepared! And be careful not to do
                                                  National Brotherhood Week,                              Get in line in that processional,                      Your good deeds when there's no one watching you.
                                                  Lena Horne** and Sheriff Clark*** are dancing           Step into that small confessional.                     If you're looking for adventure of a new and
                                                  cheek to cheek.                                         There the guy who's got religion'll                    different kind,
Blowin' in the Wind - Bob Dylan                   It's fun to eulogize The people you despise             Tell you if your sin's original.                       And you come across a Girl Scout who is similarly
How many roads must a man walk down,              As long as you don't let 'em in your school.            If it is, try playin' it safer,                        inclined,
                                                                                                          Drink the wine and chew the wafer,
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Don't be nervous, don't be flustered, don't be scared.   Rrent popular songs -- although I admit they do            And we had to make do with gin, with gin,              L in all its been a good year for the war buffs and a
Be prepared!                                             seem to be recording almost anything these days.           We had to make do with gin.                            number of lps and television specials have come out
                                                         have you heard sesue hayakawas record of                                                                          capitalizing on all this "nostalgia" with particular
The Wild West Is Where I Want To Be -                    remember pearl harbor? these same people who               Her mother she could never stand,                      emphasis on the songs of Various wars. I feel that if
Tom Lehrer                                               deplore the (??) of current popular songs and yet will     Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                              any songs are going to come out of world war iii
                                                         sit around enthralled singing jimmy crack corn and I       Her mother she cold never stand,                       wed better start writing them now. I have one here.
Now if I may indulge in a bit of personal history, a     dont care or green grow the rushes, oh! -- whatever        And so a cyanide soup she planned.                     you might call it a bit of pre-nostalgia. this is the
few years ago I worked for a while at the Los            that means. at any rate, for this elite I have             The mother died with a spoon in her hand,              song that Of the boys sang as they went bravely of to
Alamos scientific laboratory in New Mexico. I had a      An ancient irish ballad, which was written a few           And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,                world war iii.
job there as a spy. No, I guess you know that the        years ago, and which is replete with all the               Her face in a hideous grin.
staff out there at that time was composed almost         accoutrements of this art form. in particular, it has a                                                           So long, mom,
exclusively of spies...of one persuasion or another.     sort of idiotic refrain, in this case ricketty-tickitty-   She set her sisters hair on fire,                      Im off to drop the bomb,
And, while I was out there, I came to realize how        tin youll notice cropping up from time to time,            Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                              So dont wait up for me.
much the Wild West had changed since the good old        running through, I might add, interminable verses.         She set her sisters hair on fire,                      But while you swelter
days of Wyatt Earp and Home on the Range, and            the large number of verses being a feature expressly       And as the smoke and flame rose highr,                 Down there in your shelter,
here then is a modern cowboy ballad                      designed to please the true devotees of the folk song      Danced around the funeral pyre,                        You can see me
commemorating that delightful metamorphosis,             who seem to find singing fifty verses of on top of old     Playin a violin, -olin,                                On your tv.
called The Wild West Is Where I Wanna Be.                smokey is twice as enjoyable as singing twenty-five.       Playin a violin.
                                                                                                                                                                           While were attacking frontally,
Along the trail you'll find me lopin'                    This type of song also has what is known technically       She weighted her brother down with stones,             Watch brinkally and huntally,
Where the spaces are wide open,                          in music as a modal tune, which means -- for the           Rickety-tickety-tin,                                   Describing contrapuntally
In the land of the old A.E.C.* Yee-hoo!                  benefit of any layman who may have wandered in             She weighted her brother down with stones,             The cities we have lost.
Where the scenery's attractive,                          this evening -- that I play a wrong note every now         And sent him off to davy jones.                        No need for you to miss a minute
And the air is radioactive,                              and then.                                                  All they ever found were some bones,                   Of the agonizing holocaust. (yeah!)
Oh, the Wild West is where I wanna be.                   [piano]                                                    And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
                                                         This song though does differ strikingly from the           Occasional pieces of skin.                             Little johnny jones he was a u.s. pilot,
'Mid the sagebrush and the cactus                        genuine folk ballad in that in this song the words                                                                And no shrinking violet was he.
I'll watch the fellows practice                          which are supposed to rhyme - actually do.                 One day when she had nothing to do,                    He was mighty proud when world war three was
Droppin' bombs through the clean desert breeze. A-       [piano]                                                    Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                              declared,
ha!                                                      I, ah, I really should say that - I do not direct these    One day when she had nothing to do,                    He wasnt scared,
I'll have on my sombrero,                                remarks against the vast army of folk song lovers,         She cut her baby brother in two,                       No siree!
And of course I'll wear a pair o'                        but merely against that peculiar hard core who seem        And served him up as an irish stew,
Levis over my lead B.V.D.'s.**                           to equate authenticity with artistic (??) and illiteracy   And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,                And this is what he said on
                                                         with charm.                                                Invited the neighbors in.                              His way to armageddon:
I will leave the city's rush,                            [piano]
Leave the fancy and the plush,                           Oh, one more thing. one of the more important              And when at last the police came by,                   So long, mom,
Leave the snow and leave the slush                       aspects of public folk singing is audience                 Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                              Im off to drop the bomb,
And the crowds.                                          participation, and this happens to be a good song for      And when at last the police came by,                   So dont wait up for me.
I will seek the desert's hush,                           group singing. so if any of you feel like joining in       Her little pranks she did not deny,                    But though I may roam,
Where the scenery is lush,                               with me on this song, Id appreciate it if you would        To do so she would have had to lie,                    Ill come back to my home,
How I long to see the mush-room clouds.                  leave -- right now.                                        And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,                 Although it may be
                                                                                                                    Lying, she knew, was a sin.                            A pile of debris.
'Mid the yuccas and the thistles                         About a maid Ill sing a song,
I'll watch the guided missiles,                          Sing rickety-tickety-tin,                                  My tragic tale, I wont prolong, Rickety-tickety-tin,   Remember, mommy,
While the old F.B.I. watches me. Yee-hoo!                About a maid Ill sing a song                               My tragic tale I wont prolong,                         Im off to get a commie,
Yes, I'll soon make my appearance                        Who didnt have her family long.                            And if you do not enjoy the song,                      So send me a salami,
(Soon as I can get my clearance),                        Not only did she do them wrong,                            Youve yourselves to blame if its too long,             And try to smile somehow.
'Cause the Wild West is where I wanna be.                She did evryone of them in, them in,                       You should never have let me begin, begin,             Ill look for you when the war is over,
                                                         She did evryone of them in.                                You should never have let me begin.                    An hour and a half from now!
The Irish Ballad - Tom Lehrer
Now Id like to turn to the folk song, which has
                                                         One morning in a fit of pique,                             So Long Mom (for WWIII) - Tom Lehrer                   Poisoning Pigeons in the Park - Lehrer
                                                         Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
become in recent years the particularly fashionable                                                                 This year weve been celebrating the hundredth          Id like to take you now on wings of song, as it were,
                                                         One morning in a fit of pique,
form of idiocy among the self-styled intellectual. we                                                               anniversary of the civil war and the fiftieth          and try and help you forget perhaps for a while your
                                                         She drowned her father in the creek.
find that people who deplore the level                                                                              anniversary of the beginning of world war I and the    drab, wretched lives. heres a song all about spring-
                                                         The water tasted bad for a week,
                                                                                                                    twentieth anniversary of the end of world war ii       time in general, and in particular Out one of the
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many delightful pastimes the coming of spring           Woo woo be doo                                         La-la-la-la-la                                              Whoa, that lovin' feeling
affords us all.                                                                                                                                                            Bring back that lovin' feeling,
                                                        Rubber Ducky, joy of joys,                             So listen very carefully                                    'Cause it's gone...gone...gone,
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.                 When I squeeze you, you make noise!                    Move closer now and you will see what I mean                and I can't go on,
Life is skittles and life is beer.                      Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!   It isn't a dream                                            noooo...
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.                                                          The only sound that you will hear
I do, dont you? course you do.                          Doo doo doo doo, doo doo                               Is when I whisper in your ear                               Bring back that lovin' feeling,
But theres one thing that makes spring complete for                                                            I love you forever and ever                                 Whoa, that lovin' feeling
me,                                                     Every day when I                                                                                                   Bring back that lovin' feeling,
And makes evry sunday a treat for me.                   Make my way to the tubby                               There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight           'Cause it's gone...gone...
                                                        I find a little fella who's                            All over the world
All the world seems in tune On a spring afternoon,      Cute and yellow and chubby                             people just like us are fallin' in love                     Rock and Roll Heaven - Righteous
When were poisoning pigeons in the park.                                                                       Yeah, they're fallin' in love                               Brothers
Evry sunday youll see My sweetheart and me,             Rub-a-dub-a-dubby!                                     Hush, they're fallin' in love
As we poison the pigeons in the park.                                                                          Hush                                                        [Chorus]
                                                        Rubber Ducky, you're so fine                                                                                       If you believe in forever
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an hide,   And I'm lucky that you're mine                         You've Lost that Lovin' Feeling -                           Then life is just a one-night stand
                                                                                                                                                                           If there's a rock and roll heaven
But they still go for peanuts when coated with          Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.                 Righteous Brothers
cyanide.                                                                                                                                                                   Well you know they've got a hell of a band, band,
The suns shining bright, Evrything seems all right,     Every day when I                                       You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss               band
When were poisoning pigeons in the park.                Make my way to the tubby                               your lips.
                                                        I find a little fella who's                            And there's no tenderness like before in your               Jimmy gave us rainbows
Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo                       Cute and yellow and chubby                             fingertips.                                                 And Janis took a piece of our hearts
                                                                                                               You're trying hard not to show it, (baby).                  And Otis brought us all to the dock of a bay
Weve gained notoriety,                                  Rubber Ducky, you're so fine                           But baby, baby I know it...                                 Sing a song to light my fire
And caused much anxiety                                 And I'm lucky that you're mine                                                                                     Remember Jim that way
In the audubon society                                  Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of -                    You've lost that lovin' feeling,                            They've all found another place
With our games.                                         Rubber ducky, I'd like a whole pond of -               Whoa, that lovin' feeling,                                  Another place to play
They call it impiety,                                   Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you!                  You've lost that lovin' feeling,
And lack of propriety,                                                                                         Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh.                     (Chorus)
And quite a variety                                     Doo doo, be doo
Of unpleasant names.                                                                                           Now there's no welcome look in your eyes when I             Remember bad bad Leroy Brown
But its not against any religion                        There's a Kind of Hush All Over the                    reach for you.                                              Hey Jimmy touched us with that song
                                                                                                               And now your're starting to critisize little things I do.   Time won't change a friend we came to know
To want to dispose of a pigeon.                         World - Herman's Hermits
                                                                                                               It makes me just feel like crying, (baby).                  And Bobby gave us Mack the Knife
So if sunday youre free,                                There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight      'Cause baby, something in you is dying.                     Well look out, he's back in town
Why dont you come with me,                              All over the world                                                                                                 They'll all be there together
And well poison the pigeons in the park.                you can hear the sounds of lovers in love              You lost that lovin' feeling,                               When they meet in one big show
And maybe well do                                       You know what I mean                                   Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
In a squirrel or two,                                   Just the two of us and nobody else in sight            You've lost that lovin' feeling,                            (Chorus)
While were poisoning pigeons in the park.               There's nobody else and I'm feeling good just          Now it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah
                                                        holding you tight                                                                                                  There's a spotlight waiting
Well murder them all amid laughter and merriment.                                                              Baby, baby, I get down on my knees for you.                 No matter who you are
Except for the few we take home to experiment.          So listen very carefully                               If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah.        'Cause everybody's got a song to sing
My pulse will be quickenin                              Move closer now and you will see what I mean           We had a love...a love...a love you don't find              Everyone's a star
With each drop of strychnine                            It isn't a dream                                       everyday.                                                   (Everybody's got to be a star)
We feed to a pigeon.                                    The only sound that you will hear                      So don't...don't...don't...don't let it slip away.
It just takes a smidgin!                                Is when I whisper in your ear                                                                                      (Chorus)
To poison a pigeon in the park.                         I love you forever and ever                            Baby (baby), baby (baby),
                                                                                                               I beg of you please...please,                               (Chorus)
Rubber Ducky - Donovan                                  There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight      I need your love (I need your love), I need your love
                                                        All over the world                                     (I need your love),                                         (Chorus)
Rubber Ducky, you're the one,                           you can hear the sounds of lovers in love              So bring it on back (So bring it on back), Bring it on
You make bathtime lots of fun,                          La-la-la-la-la-la-la                                   back (so bring it on back).                                 The Fish Cheer & I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you;                  La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la                                                                                            To-Die Rag - Country Joe & the Fish
                                                        La-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la                          Bring back that lovin' feeling,
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Gimme an F!           F!                                                                                 It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me                   Dr. Frank-N-Furter
Gimme an I!           I!                             That suicide is painless                            So you can't see me, no not at all                   Well you got caught with a flat
Gimme an S!           S!                             It brings on many changes                           In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention     Well how 'bout that
Gimme an H!           H!                             And I can take or leave it if I please              Well-secluded, I see all                             Well babies don't you panic
What's that spell ?   FISH!                                                                              With a bit of a mind flip                            By the light of the night
What's that spell ?   FISH!                          The game of life is hard to play                    You're there in the time slip                        It'll all seem alright
What's that spell ?   FISH!                          I'm gonna lose it anyway                            And nothing can ever be the same                     I'll get you a Satanic mechanic
                                                     The losing card I'll someday lay                    You're spaced out on sensation, like you're under    I'm just a sweet transvestite
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,            So this is all I have to say                        sedation                                             From Transexual, Transylvania
Uncle Sam needs your help again.                                                                         Let's do the Time Warp again!                        Why don't you stay for the night
He's got himself in a terrible jam                   Suicide is painless
Way down yonder in Vietnam                           It brings on many changes                           Well I was walking down the street just a-having a   Riff Raff
So put down your books and pick up a gun,            And I can take or leave it if I please              think                                                Night!
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.                                                                      When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink
[Chorus]                                             The sword of time will pierce our skins             He shook me up, he took me by surprise               Dr. Frank-N-Furter
And it's one, two, three,                            It doesn't hurt when it begins                      He had a pickup truck and the devil's eyes.          Or maybe a bite
What are we fighting for ?                           But as it works its way on in                       He stared at me and I felt a change
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,                   The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...     Time meant nothing, never would again                Columbia
Next stop is Vietnam;                                                                                    Let's do the Time Warp again!                        Bite!
And it's five, six, seven,                           Suicide is painless
Open up the pearly gates,                            It brings on many changes                           Sweet Transvestite (Rocky Horror                     Dr. Frank-N-Furter
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,              And I can take or leave it if I please              Show)                                                I could show you my favorite obsession
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.                                                                                                                                 I've been making a man
                                                     A brave man once requested me                       Dr. Frank-N-Furter                                   With blonde hair and a tan
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;             To answer questions that are key                                                                         And he's good for relieving my tension
Your big chance has come at last.                    Is it to be or not to be                            How do you do                                        I'm just a sweet transvestite
Gotta go out and get those reds —                    And I replied 'oh why ask me?'                      I see you've met my faithful handyman                From Transexual, Transylvania
The only good commie is the one who's dead                                                               He's just a little brought down because              Hit it! Hit it!
And you know that peace can only be won              And suicide is painless                             When you knocked                                     I'm just a sweet transvestite
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.            It brings on many changes                           He thought you were the candyman
                                                     And I can take or leave it if I please              Don't get strung out by the way I look               Chorus
(Chorus)                                                                                                 Don't judge a book by its cover                      Sweet Transvestite!
Huh!                                                 ...and you can do the same thing if you please      I'm not much of a man by the light of day
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,                                                              But by night I'm one hell of a lover                 Dr. Frank-N-Furter
Why man, this is war au-go-go.                       The Time Warp (Rocky Horror Show)                   I'm just a sweet transvestite                        From Transexual
There's plenty good money to be made                                                                     From Transexual, Transylvania
                                                     It's astounding, time is fleeting                                                                        Chorus
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
                                                     Madness takes its toll                              Let me show you around, maybe play you a sound       Transylvania
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
                                                     But listen closely, not for very much longer        You look like you're both pretty groovy
They drop it on the Viet Cong.
                                                     I've got to keep control                            Or if you want something visual                      Dr. Frank-N-Furter
(Chorus)                                                                                                 That's not too abysmal                               So come up to the lab
                                                     I remember doing the TIme Warp                      We could take in an old Steeve Reeves movie          And see what's on the slab
Well, come on mothers throughout the land,           Drinking those moments when                                                                              I see you shiver with antici...pation
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.                       The blackness would hit me and the void would be    Brad Majors                                          But maybe the rain
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,                     calling                                             I'm glad we caught you at home                       Isn't really to blame
Send 'em off before it's too late.                   Let's do the time warp again...                     Could we use your phone?                             So I'll remove the cause
Be the first one on your block                       Let's do the time warp again!                       We're both in a bit of a hurry                       But not the symptom
To have your boy come home in a box.
                                                     It's just a jump to the left                        Janet Weiss
(Chorus)
                                                     And then a step to the right                        Right!
                                                     With your hands on your hips
Suicide Is Painless - Marilyn Manson                 You bring your knees in tight                       Brad Majors
Through early morning fog I see                      But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you   We'll just say where we are
Visions of the things to be                          insane,                                             Then go back to the car                              Can't Help Falling in Love - Elvis
The pains that are withheld for me                   Let's do the Time Warp again!                       We don't want to be any worry
I realize and I can see...                                                                                                                                    Wise men say only fools rush in
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But I can't help falling in love with you              I asked his name and he had to think                   There are heroes in the seaweed                            and me.
Shall I stay                                           Could I have found the missing link                    There are children in the morning
Would it be a sin                                      He's so stupid you know what he said                   They are leaning out for love                              Lookin' Out My Backdoor - Cleerance
If I can't help falling in love with you               Well I forgot what he said, 'cause it was so stupid    And they will lean that way forever                        Clearwater Revival
                                                                                                              While Suzanne holds the mirror
Like a river flows surely to the sea                   The bigger they come the harder I fall                 And you want to travel with her                            Just got home from Illinois.
Darling so it goes                                     In love 'til we're done then they're out in the hall   And you want to travel blind                               Lock the front door oh boy.
Some things are meant to be                                                                                   And you know that you can trust her                        Got to set down take a rest on the porch.
Take my hand, take my whole life too                   {Refrain}                                              For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.         Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin
For I can't help falling in love with you                                                                                                                                Doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
                                                       I like 'em big and real dumb                           Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog - Cleerance
                                                                                                                                                                         Giant doin cart wheels.
Like a river flows surely to the sea                   I like 'em big and                                     Clearwater Revival
Darling so it goes                                                                                                                                                       A statue wearing high heels.
Some things are meant to be                            Leonard Cohen - Suzanne                                                                                           Look at all the happy creatures
Take my hand, take my whole life too                                                                          Jeremiah was a bullfrog, he was good friend of mine.       dancing on the lawn.
For I can't help falling in love with you              Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river     I never understood a single word he said but I helped      Dinosaur victrola
For I can't help falling in love with you              You can hear the boats go by                           him drink                                                  listenin to Buck Owens,
                                                       You can spend the night beside her                     his whine. He always had some mighty fine wine.            doot doot doot lookin out my back door
                                                       And you know that she's half crazy                     Sing it Joy to the
                                                       But that's why you want to be there
I Like Them Big and Stupid - Julie                                                                            world...all the boys and girls now , joy to the fishies    Tambourines and elephants
                                                       And she feeds you tea and oranges                      in the deep blue                                           are playin in the band.
Brown                                                  That come all the way from China                       sea and joy to you and me.                                 Won't you take a ride on the
When I need somethin' to help me unwind                And just when you mean to tell her                                                                                flyin spoon doot doo doo.
I find a six foot baby with a one track mind           That you have no love to give her                      And if i were the king of the world , i tell you what i
Smart guys are nowhere, they make demands              Then she gets you on her wavelength                    would do. Id throw                                         Forward troubles Illinois.
Give me a moron with talented hands                    And she lets the river answer                          away the cars and the bars in the world and id make        Lock the front door oh boy.
I go bar-hopping and they say last call                That you've always been her lover                      sweet love to you.                                         Look at all the happy creatures
I start shopping for a Neanderthal                     And you want to travel with her                        Sing it now : Joy the the world , all the boys and         dancin on the lawn.
                                                       And you want to travel blind                           girls , joy to the fishies
The bigger they come the harder I fall                 And you know that she will trust you                   in the deep blue sea , joy to you and me.                  Bother me tomorrow,
In love 'til we're done then they're out in the hall   For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.                                                               today I'll find no sorrow.
                                                       And Jesus was a sailor                                 Yah know I love the ladies , love to have my fun ...       doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
{Refrain}                                              When he walked upon the water                          Im a hard knock
I like 'em big and stupid                              And he spent a long time watching                      flyer and a rain bow rider ... a strait shootin son of a   Tambourines and elephants
I like 'em big and real dumb                           From his lonely wooden tower                           gun , i said a                                             are playin in the band.
I like 'em big and stupid                              And when he knew for certain                           strait shootin sun of a gun.                               Won't you take a ride on the
                                                       Only drowning men could see him                                                                                   flyin spoon doot doo doo.
What kind of guy does a lot for me                     He said "All men will be sailors then                  Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to all
A Superman with a lobotomy                             Until the sea shall free them"                         the fishies in the                                         Wondrous apparitions
My fathers outa Harvard                                But he himself was broken                              deep blue sea , joy to you and me.                         provided by Magicians
My brothers outa Yale                                  Long before the sky would open                                                                                    doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
But the guy I took home last night                     Forsaken, almost human                                 Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the
Just got outa jail                                     He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone               world joy to you                                           Smile with me tomorrow,
                                                       And you want to travel with him                        and me                                                     today I'll find no sorrow,
The way he grabbed and threw me, ooh it really got     And you want to travel blind                                                                                      doot doot doot lookin out my back door.
me hot                                                 And you think maybe you'll trust him                   Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the
But the way he growled and bit me, I hope he had       For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.      fishies in the deep
his shots                                                                                                     blue sea joy to you and me.
                                                       Now Suzanne takes your hand
The bigger they are the harder they'll work            And she leads you to the river                         Joy the the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the
I got a soft spot for a good lookin' jerk              She is wearing rags and feathers                       world , joy to you
                                                       From Salvation Army counters                           and me.
{Refrain}                                              And the sun pours down like honey
                                                       On our lady of the harbour                             Joy to the world , all the boys and girls , joy to the
I met a guy, who drives a truck                        And she shows you where to look                        world , joy to you
He can't tell time but he sure can drive               Among the garbage and the flowers
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