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So Long, Mom (A Song for World War III) Tom Lehrer, 1965 So long, Mom, I'm off to drop the bomb, So don't wait up for me. But while you swelter Down there in your shelter, You can see me On your TV. While we're attacking frontally, Watch Brinkally and Huntally, Describing contrapuntally The cities we have lost. No need for you to miss a minute Of the agonizing holocaust. (Yeah!) Little Johnny Jones he was a U.S. pilot, And no shrinking vi'let was he. He was mighty proud when World War Three was declared, He wasn't scared, No siree! And this is what he said on His way to Armageddon: So long, Mom, I'm off to drop the bomb, So don't wait up for me. But though I may roam, I'll come back to my home, Although it may be A pile of debris. Remember, Mommy, I'm off to get a commie, So send me a salami, And try to smile somehow. I'll look for you when the war is over, An hour and a half from now! |
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I'm off to get a commie ... the only good commie
The Fish Cheer, or I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag Gimme an F… Gimme a I… Gimme a S… Gimme a H… What’s that spell? What’s that spell? What’s that spell? What’s that spell? What’s that spell? Yeah, c’mon on all you big strong men Uncle Sam needs your help again He’s got himself in a terrible jam Way down yonder in Vietnam So put down your books and pick up a gun We’re gonna have a whole lot of fun And it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for? Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn Next stop is Vietnam And it’s 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates Well, there ain’t no time to wonder why Whoopee! we’re all gonna die Well, c’mon generals, let’s move fast Your big chance has come at last Gotta go out and get those Reds The only good Commie is one who’s dead And you know that peace can only be won When we’ve blown ‘em all to kingdom come Chorus Well, c’mon on Wall Street Don’t be slow Why this is war a-go-go There’s plenty good money to be made By supplin’ the Army with the tools of the trade Just hope and pray that if we drop the bomb They drop it on-the Vietcong Chorus Well c’mon mothers throughout this land Pack your boys off to Vietnam C’mon pops, don’t hesitate Send ‘em off before it’s too late Be the first one on your block to have your boy come home in a box And it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for? Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn. Country Joe and the Fish Come on you raver, you seer of visions, Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! |
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The only good Commie...the only good
You're the Only Good Thing (That's Happened to Me) by Jim Reeves Are you thinking that I wasn't meant for you Could it be you believe that I've been untrue Listen sweetheart, this just can not be For you're the only good thing that's happened to me. We have our ups and downs like all lovers do But you know in your heart that I worship you So don't ever think of setting me free For you're the only good thing that's happened to me. --- Instrumental --- We have our ups and downs like all lovers do But you know in your heart that I worship you So don't ever think of setting me free For you're the only good thing that's happened to me. --- Instrumental to fade --- |
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like all lovers do . . . the way that lovers do
I see that worried look upon your face / You've got your troubles, I've got mine. She's found somebody else to take your place / You've got your troubles, I've got mine. I too have lost my love today All of my dreams have flown away Now just like you I sit and wonder why / You've got your troubles, I've got mine. You need some sympathy well so do I / You've got your troubles, I've got mine. She used to love me that I know And it don't seem so long ago That we were walking / And we were talking The way that lovers do. And so forgive me if I seem unkind / You've got your troubles, I've got mine. I'd help another place, another time / You've got your troubles, I've got mine. - You've Got Your Troubles, I've Got Mine, sung by Chad and Jeremy, and by others later, but apparently written by Greenaway/Cook |
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the way that lovers do . . . wonder
The Scotsman AKA Under the Scotsman's Kilt written by Mike Cross, sung by Jim Stafford Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o Oh, he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye See yon sleeping Scotsman so strong and handsome built I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt... Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt... They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth... Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth... They marveled for a moment then one said we must be gone Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow Around the bonnie star the Scots kilt did lift and show... Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o Around the bonnie star the Scots kilt did lift and show... Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards the trees Behind the bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes Oh, lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize... Ring-ding-diddle-liddle-I-de-o, ring-di-diddley-I-o Oh, lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize... Tinman This message has been edited. Last edited by: tinman, |
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Boy, Shu, I sure don't get your rules.
Tinman, I love that song! It is especially fun to hear sung with the Scottish brogue. wonder...was nothing more than "Azwethinkweiz" ~ Incubus [I've not heard of this song, but how could I pass up on a song entitled "Azwethinkweiz."  Floatin' round my brain, tryin' to think about the other thing. Than that thought you know I'm considering. What if what I thought, about who I think I thought I was, was nothing more than my cerebellum slobbering? Azwethinkweizm is hard to think about, but simple to trust. You'll know your on it when your brain won't stop to take a break, no! So when donut boy comes askin' around, tryin' to figure out somethin' new, you just smile and say, "Pardon you! I'm sitting through some particles and farcing through some folds. I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds!" So I think upon that ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinkin' about the thinkweiz is leaving me distraught! Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, Lookin' like we think we do. Like we think we do. Some think I'm insane, 'cause I think about the other thing, than that one thought you call reality. What if what you thought, about who you think you thought you were, was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling! Azwethinkweism should be a topic we all can trust. It's just too bad it makes your head go zippitykrack @#$% dang! So when donut boy comes sniffing around trying to figure out something new, you just laugh and say, "Pardon you, I'm through some particles and farcing through some folds. I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds." So I think upon that ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinking about the thinkweiz is leaving me distraught. Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, lookin' like we think we do. Like we think we do. So what if you thought about the thinkweiz was nothing like you think you are? You'd probably more than likely be a lookyloo lookin' like you think you do. Like you think you do. |
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Are you sure you want to hear it? Here it is. It takes about a minute to get to the song. Then the background noise is so loud you can barely hear the lyrics, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Not my cup of tea. Tinman |
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Tinman, as I said, I didn't even know the song. I agree that it stinks. I just thought the name was funny.
I did like your song, though! Question...are we supposed to post songs here that we like? |
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Yes, it's a great song. But I keep thinking how different the reaction would be if the roles were reversed, if two young men were peeking up a Scotswoman's skirt. |
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That is a very good question! What do Scotswomen wear beneath their skirts? Do they "go regimental" like the men? Would the men be looking simply from curiousity, or would they wish to . . . umm . . . pursue the matter further? Would they be interested in tying a ribbon or leaving some different kind of "mark of passing"? Anyway - back to the game . . .. was nothing more than . . . you think you are (Oh yeah, ooh) Chorus Mr. Big Stuff Who do you think you are Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah) And have a big fine car, oh yes you do now Do you think I can afford to give you my love (oh yeah) You think you're higher than every star above Chorus Now I know all the girls I've seen you with I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit You made 'em cry, many poor girls cry When they try to keep you happy, they just try to keep you satisfied Chorus I'd rather give my love to a poor guy that has a love that's true (oh yeah) Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you Cause when I give my love, I want love in return (oh yeah) Now I know this is a lesson Mr. Big Stuff you haven't learned Chorus, Chorus, Chorus Mr. Big Stuff - Jean Knight, 1971 ******* "Show your true colors. Mine is Yellow." ~Big Bird |
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Well, that's not exactly what I was thinking, though you alluded to it in your "pursue the matter further" and "mark of passing" remarks. I was thinking the men would be accused of sexual harassment, lewdness, voyeurism, perhaps assault, and who knows what else. But the women were just "curious." |
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all those fancy clothes ... painted up in fancy clothes
She was a wild and lovely rose Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows But though my heart was true, it would never do Party life was what she chose Last night I saw my lovely rose All painted up in fancy clothes Her eyes had lost their spark, the years had left their mark She's just a painted, tainted rose Al Martino, Painted, Tainted Rose |
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Well, the south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware Of a man named leroy brown Now leroy more than trouble You see he stand bout six foot four All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover All the mens just call him sir And its bad, bad leroy brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old king kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Now leroy he a gambler And he like his fancy clothes And he like to wave his diamond rings In front of everybodys nose He got a custom continental He got an eldorado too He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun He got a razor in his shoe And its bad, bad leroy brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old king kong And meaner than a junkyard dog Well friday bout a week ago Leroy shootin dice And at the edge of the bar Sat a girl named doris And ooh that girl looked nice Well he cast his eyes upon her And the trouble soon began And leroy brown learned a lesson bout messin with the wife of a jealous man And its bad, bad leroy brown The baddest man in the whole damned town Badder than old king kong And meaner than a junkyard dog, Well the two men took to fightin And when they pulled them from the floor Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle With a couple of pieces gone And its bad, bad leroy brown The baddest man in the whole damn town Badder than old king kong And meaner than a junkyard dog |
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Well the two men took to fightin ... One hell of a fight
Benny was the bouncer at the Palais de Dance He'd slash your granny's face up given half a chance. He'd sell you back the pieces, all for less than half a quid He thought he was the meanest- Until he met with Savage Sid. Now Sidney was a greaser with some nasty roots He poured a pint of Guinness over Benny's boots Benny looked at Sidney: Sidney stared right back in his eye. Sidney chose a switchblade and Benny got a cold meat pie. Oh! what a terrible sight, Much to the people's delight. One hell of a fight. Sidney grabbed a hatchet, buried it ... in Benny's head. The people gasped as he bled: The end of a Ted? Well, they dragged him from the wreckage of the Palais in bits. They tried to stick together all the bits that would fit. But some of him was missing and part of him arrived too late, So now he works for Jesus As the bouncer at St. Peter's Gate. Emerson, Lake & Palmer Come on you raver, you seer of visions, Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! |
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I think you're entirely right, actually. The men would be accused of horrible things while the women in our song are merely curious. Pity life is like that. We've not yet reached true equality. ******* "Show your true colors. Mine is Yellow." ~Big Bird |
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This is long, but hilarious.
A Dying Business by the Chad Mitchell Trio (words in italics are spoken, not sung) One hell of a fight ... a hell of a funeral Funeral Directors of America, I am very deeply honored standing here; Receiving this token of your esteem, "The Funeral Director of the Year." Now I've been asked by all the delegates—and members of the board, To tell you of the funeral that won me this award. It was handled with taste and dignity, that much I can say for it; And I'm sure it will take the family ... twenty YEARS to ay for it! It was a hell of a funeral; it was a hell of a funeral The finest funeral ever booked: I had some high school juniors who passed around petunias And lilies everywhere you looked. It was a hell of a funeral; I say one hell of a funeral Oh, how I wish that you were there; I had ten drum majorettes doubling on the castanets It really was a lively affair It was a hell of a funeral; it was a hell of a funeral The National Guard showed up for me; And during the oration, they went into formation And formed the letters R. I. P. It was a hell of a funeral; I say one hell of a funeral I gave it all my loving care; The band was on its toes playing "Mexicali Rose", It really was a lively affair. (A tisket, a tasket, Tell us about the casket.) Well, I'll tell you about the casket, my good friends It would’ve made your poor eyes pop It was sterling silver all around and a real Formica top. (Formica top, it had a Formica top). Well, I'll tell you about the widow, my good friends, The widow was in navy blue With a gown designed by Balenciaga, I supplied that too. (He sold the widow widow's weeds too). I held the first funereal raffle, though I don't much like to boast And I gave away a Chevrolet to the person who cried the most. (He gave away a brand new Chevrolet). I won it myself! There were eighteen jugglers by the grave to demonstrate their art And when they were done, I fired a gun to let the hootenanny start. (He fired a gun and the hoot-e-nanny begun). I was serving beer and pretzels, ‘til the hot pastrami came; And I sold some souvenir hankies with the dear departed’s name. (He was sellin’ hankies with the dear departed's name). As a fitting finale we had the Rockettes from New York's Music Hall; As you can see, my very good friends All in all, all in all, all in all: It was a hell of a funeral; I say one hell of a funeral No other burial could compare; It was all done up deluxe and I made forty thousand bucks, It really was a lively affair. It really was a swingin' affair. A Dying Business – Chad Mitchell Trio |
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a hell of a funeral ... A tisket, a tasket
A-tisket a-tasket written by Al Feldman and Ella Fitzgerald in 1938 sung by Ella Fitzgerald A-tisket a-tasket A green and yellow basket I sent a letter to my love And on the way I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, On the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And put it in her pocket She was truckin' on down the avenue, Without a single thing to do She was peck-peck-peckin all around When she spied it on the ground She took it she took it my little yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I shall die (Was it brown?) no,no,no,no, (Was it red?) no,no,no,no, (Was it blue?) no,no,no,no, Just a little yellow basket |
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There are several "Whistling in the Dark"-- this is old(1931) by Dana Suesse, lyrics by Alan Boretz, performed by Rudy Vallee Whistling in the dark I see the lights all over town And I keep walking up and down While I am whistling in the dark Whistling like a lark My song goes floating on the air I envy every loving pair While I am whistling in the dark Who cares what I am saying in my song Who knows that I am praying Someone will come along Strolling in the park Without a single thing to do The night is black and I am blue That’s why I’m whistling in the dark |
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Thanks, Tinman, for resurrecting this great game, started by our dear Morgan. I even had to go to page 1 and review the rules!
a tisket, a tasket...whistling A Whistling Tune ~Edwards-David (words and music) ~Elvis Presley (artist) Did you ever notice when the sun goes down Out of nowhere comes a strange and pretty sound It's a whistling tune for walking in the night If you listen you can hear it in the breeze Specially when the breeze is drifting through the trees |
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whistling ... breeze
"Louise" A Maurice Chevalier Signature Song Words by Leo Robin Music by Richard A. Whiting Wonderful! Oh, it's wonderful To be in love with you. Beautiful! You're so beautiful, You haunt me all day through. Every little breeze seems to whisper "Louise." Birds in the trees seem to twitter "Louise." Each little rose Tells me it knows I love you, love you. Every little beat that I feel in my heart, Seems to repeat, What I felt from the start, Each little sigh Tells me that I adore you, Louise. Just to see and hear you Brings joy I never knew. But to be so near you, Thrills me through and through. Anyone can see why I wanted your kiss, It had to be But the wonder is this: Can it be true, Someone like you Could love me, Louise? Innocent! You're so innocent And gentle as a dove. Heaven sent! You were heaven sent, An angel from above. Every little breeze seems to whisper "Louise." Birds in the trees seem to twitter "Louise." Each little rose Tells me it knows I love you, love you. Every little beat that I feel in my heart, Seems to repeat, What I felt from the start, Each little sigh Tells me that I adore you, Louise. Often when I'm gloomy And in my lonely room. Thoughts of you come to me, Like a sweet perfume. Anyone can see why I wanted your kiss, It had to be But the wonder is this: Can it be true, Someone like you Could love me, Louise? Note: "Louise" was first sung by Chevalier in the 1929 movie "Innocents of Paris" |
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They heard the breeze ... in the trees ... singing weird melodies .... and they made that the start of the blues
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the blues ... wail
Jump, Jive an' Wail (Originally, "Jump Jive N Then You Wail") written in 1939 by Louis Prima performed by Louis Prima, 1939 Louis Prima and Keely Smith, 1958 Brian Setzer Orchestra, 1998 also by Mark Chesnutt and Louis Prima, Jr. Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail You better come inside Let me teach you how to jive an' wail CHORUS: You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale Mama's in the backyard Learning how to jive an' wail (chorus) A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male One good thing about him He knows how to jive an' wail (chorus) Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail Jill stayed up, She wants to learn how to jive an' wail Credits: Prima, Louis [Songwriter] LGL MUSIC INC. [Publisher] |
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wail...scared
The Banshees Wail Banshees Wail I know just what she means, when she shows herself to me I know just what she means, my death is coming And I'm so scared of, I'm so scared of And I'm so scared of The Banshees Wail The Banshees Wail The Banshees Wail The Banshees Wail I have to admit I don't know this song. I just found it online. |
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The blank pages of my diary, That I haven't touched since you left me, The closed blinds in my home See no light of day. Dust gathers on my stereo Cos I can't bare to hear the radio The piano sits in a shaded space With a picture of your face. I'm scared to face another day Cos the fear in me just won't go away. In an instant, you were gone and I'm scared. Coffee stains on your favorite book Remind me of you so I can't take a look. The magazines you left on the floor, You won't need them anymore. A towel left hangin on the wall, No sign of wet foosteps in the hall There's no smell of your sweet cologne. I'm lying here alone. I'm scared to face another day Cos the fear in me just won't go away. In an instant, you were gone and now I'm scared. I'm scared to face another day Cos the fear in me just won't go away. In an instant, you were gone, now I'm scared. In an instant you were gone and I'm scared. Duffy - I'm Scared Every person you encounter, whom you interact with, is there to teach you something. Sometimes it may be years before you realize what each had to show you. Raymond E. Feist |
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The piano
The Piano Has Been Drinking by Tom Waits The piano has been drinking my necktie is asleep and the combo went back to New York the jukebox has to take a leak and the carpet needs a haircut and the spotlight looks like a prison break cause the telephone's out of cigarettes and the balcony's on the make and the piano has been drinking the piano has been drinking... and the menus are all freezing and the lightman's blind in one eye and he can't see out of the other and the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid and he showed up with his mother and the piano has been drinking the piano has been drinking cause the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler cream puff casper milk toast and the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fencepost cause the piano has been drinking the piano has been drinking... and you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her and the box-office is drooling and the bar stools are on fire and the newspapers were fooling and the ash-trays have retired the piano has been drinking the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking not me, not me, not me, not me, not me —Ceci n'est pas un seing. |
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Cream Puff War
Lyrics: Jerry Garcia Music: Jerry Garcia No, no, she can't take your mind and leave I know it's just another trick she's got up her sleeve I can't believe that she really wants you to die After all, it's more than enough to pay for your lie Chorus (note 1) Wait a minute, watch what you're doing with your time All the endless ruins of the past must stay behind, yeah Well, can't you see that you're killing each other's soul You're both out in the streets and you got no place to go Your constant battles are getting to be a bore So go somewhere else and continue your cream puff war [chorus] |
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I waited too long to post this and Bethree got in between. Oh well. Mine links to z's. Welcome back, Di!
scared...drinking (From z's post above.) Drinking Again -Sung by Bette Midler Drinkin' again. Thinking of when you loved me. Having a few. Wishing that you were here. Making the rounds. Buying a round for total strangers. Just being a fool, 'cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping you'll appear. Sure I can borrow a smoke. I can sit here all night and tell these jokers some jokes, but who wants to laugh, who's gonna laugh at a broken heart? Oh, my heart is aching, I swear it's breaking. And I'm drinking again. Thinking of when you loved me. And I'm tryin' to get home with nothing, nothing but a memory. Yes, I'm dying to get home, dying to get home. And I got nothin' but a bottle of beer, and just my memory. |
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Merle Haggard -- Mixing Misery & Gin
Memories and drinks don't mix too well. Jukebox records don't play those wedding bells. Lookin' at the world through the bottom of a glass, All I see is a man who's fading fast. Tonight I need that woman again. What I'd give for my baby to just walk in. Sit down beside me and say: "It's alright. "Take me home and make sweet love to me tonight." But here I am again, mixin' misery and gin. Sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself. I look like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can tell, That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell. I light a lonely woman's cigarette, We both start talkin' 'bout what we want to forget. Her life story and mine are the same. We both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame. But here I am again, mixin' misery and gin. Sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself. I look like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can tell, That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell. |
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Mixing Misery & Gin...Honky Tonk
Honky Tonk Man - Dwight Yoakam I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox But when my money's all gone I'm on the telephone Hollerin’ Hey Hey Mama can your daddy come home I'm living fast and a dangerously but I've got plenty of company When the moon comes up and the sun goes down That's when I want to see the lights uptown Cause I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox But when my money's all gone I'm on the telephone Hollerin’ Hey Hey Mama can your daddy come home (GUITAR) Cause I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox But when my money's all gone I'm on the telephone Hollerin’ Hey Hey Mama can your daddy come home It takes a purty little gal and a jug of wine That's what it takes to make a honky tonk mind With the jukebox a moanin' a honky tonk sound That's when I wanna lay my money down Cause I'm a honky tonk man... |
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Honky Tonk ... Moanin'
Moanin' the Blues written and sung by Hank Williams, Sr., 1950 When my baby moved out and the blues moved in There wasn't nothin' I could do But mosey around with my head in my hands Lord what am I comin' to I just keep moanin' Moa-oanin' the blues. ... I wrote a nice, long letter Sayin' mama please come home Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some And all I do is moan ... I been lovin' that gal for so doggone long I can't afford to lose her now I thought I was right but I must of been wrong 'Cause my head is startin' to bow And now I'm moanin' Moa-oanin' The Blues. If you want a good gal to stay around You gotta treat her nice and kind If you do her wrong she'll leave this town And you'll almost lose your mind Then you'll be moanin' Moa-oanin' The Blues. Aw! baby, baby, baby Honey baby, please come home Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some and all I do is moan I promise you baby that I'll be good And I'll never be bad no more I'm sittin' here waitin' for you right now To walk through that front door Then I'll stop moanin' Moa-oanin' The Blues. |
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moanin'...midnight
Moanin' at Midnight - Janis Joplin "Moanin' At Midnight" Moanin' at midnight Moanin' at midnight, yeah Moanin' at midnight, baby Moanin' at midnight, baby Moanin' at midnight, baby, yeah Moanin' at midnight Moanin' at midnight, baby Moanin' at midnight Moanin' at midnight, baby, whew-ew Well, well, well, well, well, well Somebody's knockin' on my door Somebody's knockin' Somebody's knockin' Somebody's knockin' on my door I don't want you to go and tell me to come on, hey come on right out Well, well, well, well, well, well Somebody told me I'm gonna fall Somebody told me, somebody told me I'm gonna fall Hey won't someone tell me now what's goin' on Well, well, well, well Somebody please Well Somebody please Somebody please Somebody please Somebody please Somebody please Somebody please Somebody please Somebody, somebody please Somebody, somebody please Tell me please Somebody please Somebody please Somebody please Somebody please Moanin' at midnight, baby Moanin' at midnight, baby Moanin' at midnight, baby Moanin' at midnight, baby Moanin' at midnight, baby Moanin', I said moanin' At midnight I said moanin' at midnight Moanin' Midnight Moanin' Midnight Moanin' Midnight |
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midnight ... midnight
Midnight At The Oasis sung by Maria Muldaur; written by David Nichtern number 6 in the US and number 21 in the UK in 1974 Midnight at the oasis Send your camel to bed Shadows paintin' our faces Traces of romance in our heads Heaven's holdin' a half-moon Shinin' just for us Let's slip off to a sand dune, real soon And kick up a little dust Come on, Cactus is our friend He'll point out the way Come on, 'til the evenin' ends 'Til the evenin' ends You don't have to answer There's no need to speak I'll be your belly dancer, prancer And you can be my sheik [Instrumental Interlude] I know your Daddy's a sultan A nomad known to all With fifty girls to attend him, they all send him Jump at his beck and call But you won't need no harem, honey When I'm by your side And you won't need no camel, no no When I take you for a ride Come on, Cactus is our friend He'll point out the way Come on, 'til the evenin' ends 'Til the evenin' ends Midnight at the oasis Send your camel to bed Got shadows paintin' our faces And traces of romance in our heads Oh, come on... |
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I'm slightly surprised it only reached 21 over here. It certainly got plenty of airtime then. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine! |
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