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And simultaneous, too. Who to link to now, 'nita or the man? Ah, 'tis a puzzlement. I shall cut the Gordian Knot by linking to 'nita's post immediately above. having a cigarette ... smoke that cigarette Now I'm a feller with a heart of gold / And the ways of a gentleman I've been told The kind of guy that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met / The guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son-of-a-gun in the first degree It ain't cuz I don't smoke myself / And I don't reckon that it'll harm your health Smoked all my life and I ain't dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same / At a pettin' party or a poker game Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette. Chorus: Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff and if you smoke yourself to death Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you hate to make him wait But you just gotta have another cigarette. Now in a game of chance the other night / Old Dame Fortune was a-doin' me right The kings and the queens just kept on comin' round And I got a full and I bet 'em high / But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He just kept on raisin' and layin' that money down Now he'd raise me and I'd raise him / I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim He finally called and didn't even raise the bet So I said "Aces full Pops how 'bout you?" / He said "I'll tell you in a minute or two But right now, I gotta have me a cigarette." [chorus] The other night I had a date / With the cutest little girl in the United States, A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame. She loved me and it seemed to me / That things were 'bout like they oughta be So hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane. She was oh so far from a cake of ice / And our smoochin' party was goin' nice So help me cats I believe I'd be there yet, But I give her a kiss and a little squeeze / And she said, "Marty, excuse me please I just gotta have me another cigarette." [chorus] Merle Travis and Tex Williams, Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette | |||
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smoke that cigarette...the cutest little girl Sweet Rosie O'Grady ~ Words and music by Maude Nugent Just down around the corner of the street where I reside, There lives the cutest little girl that I have ever spied; Her name is Rose O'Grady and, I don't mind telling you, That she's the sweetest little Rose the garden ever grew. Sweet Rosie O'Grady, My dear little Rose, She's my steady lady, Most ev'ryone knows. And, when we are married, How happy we'll be; I love sweet Rosie O'Grady, And Rosie O'Grady loves me. Tinman and Saranita, naughty, naughty!  | |||
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of the street where I reside...on the street where you live I have often walked down this street before But the pavement always stayed Beneath my feet before All at once am I several stories high Knowing I'm on the street where you live Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of town? Does enchantment pour out of every door? No, it's just on the street where you live And oh, the towering feeling Just to know somehow you are near The overpowering feeling That any second you may suddenly appear People stop and stare, they don't bother me For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be Let the time go by, I won't care if I Can be here on the street where you live On the Street Where You Live Original music by Frederick Loewe Original lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner | |||
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often walked down this street before … often sat on this seat before from memory: Mad Magazine parody, dealing with overcrowding in the schools I have often sat on this seat before, But I never shared it with Joe, Jim and Pete before! Oh, how sad am I! Four kids occupy These old desk, and the seat where I sit. I can can hardly move. Pens are poking me. There are now twelve arms and legs here that are chocking me, And to seal my doom, I cant "leave the room". Things are tough, on this seat where I sit. And oh, the towering feeling, Just to know that lunchtime is near; The overpowering feeling That any second I may lose a nose or ear. [can't recall the last verse] | |||
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*laughing my nose or ears off!* Haven't looked at Mad for several years and I kinda miss it, I think. *recalling how I laughed at their parody when "The Poseidon Adventure" came out: "The Poopside Down Adventure."* | |||
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We tend to call it a simulpost, but I think I like your term better! Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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To Whom It May Concern: *looking innocent and efficiently resuming lyric linking activity* lunchtime is near...ladies who lunch Pretty women Fascinating Sipping coffee Dancing, pretty women Pretty women Are a wonder, pretty women Sitting in the window or Standing on the stair Something in them cheers the air Pretty women Silhouetted Stay within you Glancing, stay forever Breathing lightly, pretty women, Pretty women Blowing out their candles or Combing out their hair Even when they leave They still are there They’re there **sipping coffee Here’s to the ladies who lunch Everybody laugh Lounging in their caftans and Planning a brunch On their own behalf Off to the gym Then to a fitting, Claiming they’re fat And looking grim, Cause they’ve been sitting Choosing a hat I’ll drink to that! Here’s to the girls who just watch Aren’t they the best When they get depressed, It’s a bottle of scotch Plus a little jest! Another chance to disapprove Another brilliant zinger Another reason not to move Another vodka stinger I’ll drink to that! Here’s to the girls who play wife Aren’t they too much! Keeping house but clutching a copy of Life Just to keep in touch The ones who follow the rules And meet themselves at the schools Too busy to know that they’re fools Aren’t they a gem! I’ll drink to them! Let’s all drink to... *pretty women, fascinating How they make a man sing... **here’s to the girls on the go, Everybody tries Look into their eyes And you’ll see what they know, Everybody dies A toast to that invincible bunch The dinosaurs surviving the crunch Let’s hear it for the ladies who lunch Everybody rise Everybody rise, *pretty women at their mirrors In their gardens On committees, telephoning Window shopping table hopping Pretty women giving parties Never stopping Gossip swapping, capsule popping ** everybody rise, everybody rise, Everybody rise, everybody rise- Rise-rise-rise... Pretty women rise! The Ladies Who Lunch Sondheim | |||
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Ooh - lunch . . . women gossiping . . . . it's not an exact match to words, but the concept (and it's about a librarian, which is fabbo). . . Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more {Three times} Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep Professor, her kind of woman doesn't belong on any committee. Of course, I shouldn't tell you this but she advocates dirty books. say it isn't so! Dirty books! Chaucer! Rabelais! Balzac! And the worst thing Of course, I shouldn't tell you this but- I'll tell. The man lived on my street, let me tell. Stop! I'll tell. She made brazen overtures to a man who never had a friend In this town till she came here. Oh, yes, that woman made brazen overtures With a gilt-edged guarantee She had a golden glint in her eye And a silver voice with a counterfeit ring Just melt her down and you'll reveal A lump of lead as cold as steel Here, where a woman's heart should be! He left River City the library building But he left all the books to her Chaucer! Rabelais! Balzac! {Refrain} Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little Goodnight ladies Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little Goodnight ladies Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little Goodnight ladies Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little We're going to leave you now Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little Farewell ladies Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little Farewell ladies Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little Farewell ladies Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little We're going to leave you now Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep Cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep cheep Pick a little, talk a little, Cheep! @@@@@@@@ Two songs for the price of one (since they're sung together in the musical). "Pick a little" and "Goodnight Ladies" by Meredith Wilson ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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This one is easy. He left River City ... trouble in River City Now one fine night they leave the pool hall Headin' for the dance at the Armory Libertine men and scarlet women and ragtime Shameless music that'll grab your son, your daughter Into the arms of a jungle animal instinct - massteria! Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground, trouble! Oho, we got trouble Right here in River City. That game with the fifteen numbered balls is the devil's tool. Yes, we've got trouble, trouble, trouble Oh, yes, we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble With a capital 'T' And that rhymes with 'P' And that stands for POOL! | |||
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Some temptations simply cannot be resisted: POOl...ShiPOOpi Well, a woman who'll kiss on the very first date Is usually a hussy And a woman who'll kiss on the second time out Is anything but fussy But a woman who'll wait till the third time around Head in the clouds, feet on the ground She's the girl he's glad he's found She's his Shipoopi Shipoopi! Shipoopi, Shipoopi The girl who's hard to get! Shipoopi. Shipoopi, Shipoopi But you can win her yet. Walk her once just to raise the curtain Then you walk around twice and make for certain Once more in the flower garden She will never get sore if you beg her pardon Do re me fa so la si Do si la sol fa mi re do Squeeze her once, when she isn't lookin' If you get a squeeze back that's fancy cookin' Once more for a pepper-upper She will never get sore on her way to supper Do re me fa sol la si Do si do Now little ol' Sal was a no-gal As anyone could see Lookit her now, she's a go-gal Who only goes for me Squeeze her once when she isn't lookin' If you get a squeeze back, that's fancy cookin' Once more for a pepper-upper She will never get sore on her way to supper Do re me fa sol la si Do si do Shipoopi, Shipoopi, Shipoopi The girl who's hard to get Shipoopi. Shipoopi, Shipoopi But you can win her yet Shipoopi Thank you CW, Shu, and Meredith Wilson. | |||
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hehehe - I really love Music Man . . . but shipoopi . . . . fancy cookin' My baby woke me up this mornin' She said get down that labour exchange, And if you don't come home with a job son, You'll get no dinner to-day. You gotta secure me a weekly workin' wage. You'll get no more fancy cookin', You'll get no more apple pie, You'll just get those plain hot potatoes To satisfy your appetite. La la la la la la Potatoes, Boiled, French fried, any old way that you wanna decide. Hot potatoes, yeh, I want your lovin' every single day. I said I don't need your fancy cookin' , I like the simple things in life, Just give me those plain hot potatoes And I'll be well satisfied, They'll satisfy my appetite. La la la la la la Potatoes, Boiled, French fried, any old way that you wanna decide. Hot potatoes, yeh, I want your lovin' 60 minutes an hour, I want your lovin' 24 hours a day, I want your lovin' 7 days a week. Yeh, yeh, oh yeh. I want your love, I need your love, But all I get is hot potatoes When I come home late at night To satisfy my appetite. Hot Potatoes by The Kinks ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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fancy cooking . . . potatoes Do you want it? Come on and get it. You gotta get it While it’s hot. Do you want it? Why don’t you act like it? ‘Cause I sure got a lot. I got potatoes and onions And string beans and garlic. If you eat that, it won’t give you the colic. Do you want it, baby? Come on and get it. You gotta get it While it’s hot. I don't remember the rest of the song and I don't know who sang it. I heard it in the very late '40s or very early '50s. Tinman | |||
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One of my dream jobs: personal assistant to Weird Al Yankovic. If you eat that...Eat it How come you're always such a fussy young man? Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan? So eat it, just eat it Don't wanna argue, I don't wanna debate Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate So eat it Don't you tell me you're full Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Get yourself an egg and beat it Have some more chicken, have some more pie It doesn't matter if it's broiled or fried Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh Your table manners are a cryin' shame You're playin' with your food, this ain't some kind of game Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame So eat it, just eat it You better listen, better do what you're told You haven't even touched your tuna casserole You better chow down or it's gonna get cold So eat it I don't care if you're full Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Open up your mouth and feed it Have some more yogurt, have some more Spam It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Don't you make me repeat it Have a banana, have a whole bunch It doesn't matter what you had for lunch Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it If it's gettin' cold, reheat it Have a big dinner, have a light snack If you don't like it you can't send it back Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Get yourself an egg and beat it Have some more chicken, have some more pie It doesn't matter if it's boiled or fried Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Don't you make me repeat it Have a banana, have a whole bunch It doesn't matter what you had for lunch Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it | |||
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eat it . . . spam (good luck linking to this one, but I just couldn't resist!) Lovely spam, wonderful spa-a-m, Lovely spam, wonderful S Spam, Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am, Spa-a-a-a-a-a-a-am, SPA-A-A-A-A-A-A-AM, SPA-A-A-A-A-A-A-AM, LOVELY SPAM, LOVELY SPAM, LOVELY SPAM, LOVELY SPAM, LOVELY SPA-A-A-A-AM... SPA-AM, SPA-AM, SPA-AM, SPA-A-A-AM! Spam ~ Monty Python (of course) ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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Just when I thought I'd never have a day of good luck lovely...loverly All I want is a room somewhere, Far away from the cold night air. With one enormous chair, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly? Lots of choc'lates for me to eat, Lots of coal makin' lots of 'eat. Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly? Oh, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still. I would never budge 'till spring Crept over me windowsill. Someone's 'ead restin' on my knee, Warm an' tender as 'e can be Who takes good care of me, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly? Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly Wouldn't It Be Loverly? Lerner & Lowe, I think? | |||
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Loverly song, 'nita. crept over me (windowsill) ... watch over me There's a somebody I'm longing to see I hope that he turns out to be Someone to watch over me I'm a little lamb who's lost in a wood I know I could always be good To one who'll watch over me Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh how I need Someone to watch over me George Gershwin (with Ira Gershwin?) | |||
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Shu, few things make me cry anymore, but "Someone to Watch Over Me" always does. lost in a wood...little boy lost Little boy lost, In search of little boy found You go on wondering, wandering Stumbling, tumbling 'round...'round.... When will you find What's on the tip of your mind? Why are you blind To all you ever were, Never were, Really are, Nearly are? Little boy false In search of little boy true Will you be ever done Traveling Always unraveling You...you? Running away Could lead you farther astray And as for fishing in streams, For pieces of dreams, Those pieces will never fit What is the sense of it? Little boy blue, Don't let your little sheep roam It's time, come blow your horn Meet the morn, Look and see, Can you be far from home? Pieces of Dreams Music by Michel Legrand and lyrics by Marilyn and Alan Bergman | |||
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meet the morn . . . good morning starshine starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singing song Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba Early morning singing song Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below from the musical HAIR by Gerome Ragni and James Rado, music by Galt MacDermot also sung by Bob McGrath on Sesame Street, which is probably why I know it.  ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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Wordnerd: Nope, but I got a big kick out of it! You might even say I was inspired: Ooo eee, ooo ah ah...Oo-ee, oo-ee baby Old man rhythm is in my shoes No use t'sittin' and a'singin' the blues So be my guest, you got nothin' to lose Won't ya let me take you on a sea cruise Oo-ee, oo-ee baby Oo-ee, oo-ee baby Oo-ee, oo-ee baby Won't ya let me take you on a sea cruise Feel like jumpin' baby won't ya join me please I don't like beggin' but I'm on bended knee I got to get t'rockin, get my hat off the rack I got to boogie woogie like a knife in the back So be my guest, you got nothin' to lose Won't ya let me take you on a sea cruise Oo-ee, oo-ee baby Oo-ee, oo-ee baby Oo-ee, oo-ee baby Won't ya let me take you on a sea cruise Sea Cruise Huey P. Smith & Frankie Ford | |||
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boogie woogie ... boogie woogie bugle boy He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam It really brought him down, because he couldn't jam The Captain seemed to understand Because the next day the Cap' went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B A-toot a-toot, a-toot diddle-ee-ada-toot He blows it eight to the bar - in boogie rhythm He can't blow a note unless the bass and guitar Is playin' with 'im He makes the company jump when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B He was the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle He's as busy as a bzz bee And when he plays he makes the company jump eight to the bar He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B Toot toot toot, toot diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada, toot toot He blows it eight to the bar He can't blow a note If the bass and guitar isn't with 'im A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night And wakes them up the same way in the early bright They clap their hands and stamp their feet Because they know how he plays When someone gives him a beat He really breaks it up when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B Da-da, da-do-da-da Da-da, da-do-da-da Da-da, da-do-da-da Da-da, da-do-da A-and the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B. The Andrews Sisters (and later, I think, Bette Midler.) Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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Here's a very different take on the army buglar. In the version I'd known, "amputate his" was replaced by "dig his grave at" the company jumps when he plays reveille ... amputate his reveille Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning! Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed! For the hardest blow of all is to hear the bugler call, "You've got to get up. You've got to get up. You've got to get up this morning." Someday I'm going to murder the bugler. Someday they're going to find him dead. I'll amputate his reveille and stomp upon it heavily And spend ... ... the rest of my life in bed. Irving Berlin, Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning (1918) | |||
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amputate his reveille . . . up in the morning . . . bed . . . out of bed Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen Pour myself a cup of ambition And yawn and stretch and try to come to life. Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumping Out on the street the traffic starts jumping With folks like me on the job from nine to five. Working nine to five what a way to make living Barely getting by it's all taking and no giving. They just use your mind and they never give you credit It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it. Nine to five for service and devotion You would think that I would deserve a fair promotion Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me I swear sometimes that man is out to get me. 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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"a cup of ambition" -- terrific euphemism! And I wish someone who knows these things would start a thread about "reveille." drive you crazy...drive you home Who's gonna tell you when It's too late Who's gonna tell you things Aren't so great You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight Who's gonna pick you up When you fall Who's gonna hang it up When you call Who's gonna pay attention To your dreams Who's gonna plug their ears When you scream You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight Who's gonna hold you down When you shake Who's gonna come around When you break You can't go on Thinking nothing's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight Drive The Cars | |||
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drive you home . . . who's gonna . . . who's sorry now Who’s sorry now, who’s sorry now Whose heart is achin’ for breakin’ each vow Who’s sad and blue, who’s cryin’ too Just like I cried over you. Right to the end, just like a friend I tried to warn you somehow You had your way, now you must pay I’m glad that you’re sorry now. Right to the end just like a friend I tried to warn you somehow You had your way, now you must pay I’m glad that you’re sorry now. Who's Sorry Now Words and music by Bert Kalmar, Ted Snyder and Harry Ruby. Sung by Connie Francis. (the link even has a midi file!) ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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I just couldn't bring myself to post the real thing, so I've chosen the parody instead. (Do forgive me, Billy Ray.) heart is achin’ for breakin’ each vow...Achy Breaky You can torture me with Donnie and Marie You can play some Barry Manilow Or you can play some shlock, like New Kids on the Block Or any Villiage People song you know Or play Vanilla Ice, hey you can play him twice And you can play the BeeGees any day But Mr. DJ please, I'm begging on my knees I just can't take no more of Billy Ray Don't play that song, that Achy Breaky song The most anoying song I know And if you play that song, that Achy Breaky song I might blow up my radio Hooooo You can clear the room by playing Debbie Boone Or crank your Abba records until dawn Oh, I could even hear Slim Whitman or Zamfir Don't mind a Yoko Ono marathon Or play some Tiffany on 8-track or CD Or scratch your fingernails across the board Or tie me to a chair, and kick me down the stairs Just please don't play that stupid song no more Don't play that song, that Achy Breaky song You know I hate that song a bunch And if you play that song, that Achy Breaky song It might just make me lose my lunch Hoooooo Don't play that song, that Achy Breaky song I think it's driving me insane Oh, please don't play that song, that irritating song I'd rather have a pitchfork through my brain Achy Breaky Heart Song Weird Al Yankovic | |||
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I think it's driving me insane ... Too much information driving me insane Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane I've seen the whole world six times over Sea of Japan to the Cliffs of Dover I've seen the whole world six times over Sea of Japan to the Cliffs of Dover Overkill, overview Over my dead body Over me, over you Over everybody Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane I've seen the whole world six times over Sea of Japan to the Cliffs of Dover I've seen the whole world six times over Sea of Japan to the Cliffs of Dover Overkill, overview Over my dead body Over me, over you Over everybody Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane Too much information running through my brain Too much information driving me insane The Police (Sting) Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. | |||
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running through my brain...running 'round my brain There's a little black spot on the sun today That's my soul up there It's the same old thing as yesterday That's my soul up there There's a black hat caught in a high treetop That's my soul up there There's a flagpole rag and the wind won't stop That's my soul up there I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain... There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack There's a black-winged gull with a broken back There's a little black spot on the sun today. It's the same old thing as yesterday, That's my soul up there... I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I guess I always thought that you could end this reign, But it's my destiny to be the king of pain... I'll always be king of pain.... More Sting & the Police | |||
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running 'round my brain...spider's web I found this cute little ditty...I haven't heard it, but it sounds fun. Spider's Web ~Charlotte Diamond Take the silver thread of a spider’s web And spin, spin, spin Silver wings to fly and sing Upon the wind. High above the trees, across the seas Through the sky To the rainbow’s bend where stories never end And dreams never die. | |||
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spider’s web...itsy bitsy spider Baby sneezes Mommy pleases Daddy breezes in So good on paper So romantic But so bewildering I know nothing stays the same But if you're willing to play the game It's coming around again So don't mind if I fall apart There's more room in a broken heart You pay the grocer Fix the toaster Kiss the host good-bye Then you break a window Burn the soufflé Scream a lullaby I know nothing stays the same But if you're willing to play the game It could be coming around again So don't mind if I fall apart There's more room in a broken heart And I believe in love But what else can I do I'm so in love with you I know nothing stays the same But if you're willing to play the game It's coming around again The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout Down came the rain and washed the spider out Out came the sun and dried up all the rain And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again I believe in love And who knows where or when But it's comin' around again I know nothin' stays the same But if you're willing to play the game It's comin' around again Coming Around Again / Itsy Bitsy Spider Carly Simon | |||
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it's coming around again . . .around and round and round The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. Love baby, that's where it's at, Ooo love baby, that's where it's at Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Lo-o-ove Shack! Well it's set way back in the middle of a field, Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back Glitter on the mattress Glitter on the highway Glitter on the front porch Glitter on the hallway The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at! Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing Cause it's hot as an oven The whole shack shimmies! The whole shack shimmies when everybody's Movin' around and around and around and around! Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby! Folks linin' up outside just to get down Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack! Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail! I got me a car, it seats about twenty So c'mon and bring your jukebox money. ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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CW, love that crazy song! love shack..little brown shack They passed an ordinance in the town Said we'd have to tear it down That little brown shack out back, so dear to me Though the health department said Its day was over and dead It will stand forever in my memory Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down For there's not another like it in the country or the town It was not too long ago That I went tripping through the snow Out to that house, behind my old hound dog Where I'd sit me down to rest Like a snowbird on her nest And read the Sears and Roebuck catalog I would hum a happy tune Peeping through the quarter moon Just like my pappy's kin had done before It was in that quiet pot Daily cares could be forgot And it gave the same relief to rich and poor It was not a castle fair I could build my future there Build castles to the yellow jackets' drone I could orbit 'round the sun Fight with General Washington Or be a king upon his own throne It wasn't fancy built at all Had newspapers on the wall It was air conditioned in the wintertime It was just a humble hut But its door was never shut And a man could get inside without a dime Ode To The Little Brown Shack Billy Ed Wheeler *Okay, be honest, how many of us are personally familiar with the outhouse experience? *raising hand* | |||
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*raises hand to 'nita's question* (but really only from camping and those times when I was on work trips down in Appalachia) daily cares . . . cares and woes Pack up all my cares and woes Feeling low here I go Bye bye blackbird Where somebody waits for me Sugar sweet so is she Bye bye blackbird No one seems to love or understand me And all the hard luck stories they keep handing me Where somebody shines the light I'll be coming on home tonight Bye bye blackbird ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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I'm glad I found this first...one of my favorite songs follows. blackbird...blackbird Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free. Blackbird fly blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night. Blackbird fly blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night. Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird Lennon & McCartney | |||
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blackbird . . . fly Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For the break that will make it ok There's always some reason to feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release Memories seep from my veins They may be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of an Angel fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here In the Arms of an Angel ~ Sarah McLachlan ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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Two opposite attitudes: it's hard at the end of the day … I live for the end of the day Up every morning just to keep a job / I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob. Sounds of the city pounding in my brain / While another day goes down the drain. But its a five o'clock world when the whistle blows / No one owns a piece of my time And theres a five o'clock me inside my clothes / Thinking that the world looks fine. Trade my time for the pay I get / Living on money that I ain't made yet I've been going trying to make my way / While I live for the end of the day 'Cause its a five o'clock world when the whistle blows / No one owns a piece of my time, And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know / To ease my troubled mind, yeah In the shelter of her arms everything's OK / She talks and the world goes slippin away And I know the reason I can still go on / When every other reason is gone. In my five o'clock world she waits for me / Nothing else matters at all 'Cause every time my baby smiles at me / I know thats its all worthwhile The Vogues, Five O'Clock World | |||
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in the shelter of her arms...in the shelter of your arms In this cold world No matter where I go The crowds are all the same To them I'm just A pebble in the sand A face without a name Nobody gives a hang For what I say or do But you And in the shelter of your arms I find peace and comfort and care For I am wanted there In this cold world You struggle to survive And sometimes you can fall You'd think someone Would lend a helping hand They'd sooner see you crawl But just when life itself Seems more than I can bear You're there And in the shelter of your arms I find strength and safety and then I rise and start again Just give me one good reason To go on living To keep on trying For what, I ask you for what If not for you And all your love To see me through But just when life itself Seems more than I can bear You're there And in the shelter of your arms I find strength and safety and then I rise and start again The Shelter of Your Arms Neil Diamond | |||
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Thank you for the chance to link to this lovely song. A face without a name ... A beautiful face without a name
To never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine, that's your way. You always walked a step behind. So I was the one with all the glory, While you were the one with all the strength. A beautiful face without a name for so long. A beautiful smile to hide the pain. Did you ever know that you're my hero, And everything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle, For you are the wind beneath my wings. Bette Midler, Wind Beneath My Wings | |||
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You're welcome. And thank you. beautiful face...beautiful boy Close your eyes, Have no fear The monster's gone, he's on the run And your daddy's here Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy Before you go to sleep Say a little prayer Every day in every way, It's getting better and better Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy Out on the ocean, sailing away I can hardly wait To see you come of age But I guess we'll just have to be patient 'Cause it's a long way to go, a hard row to hoe Yes it's a long way to go, but in the meantime, Before you cross the street Take my hand Life is just what happens to you While you're busy making other plans Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy Beautiful Boy John Lennon | |||
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close your eyes ... close your eyes Close your eyes, close the door, You don't have to worry any more. I'll be your baby tonight. Shut the light, shut the shade, You don't have to be afraid. I'll be your baby tonight. Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away, We're gonna forget it. That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon, But we're gonna let it, You won't regret it. Kick your shoes off, do not fear, Bring that bottle over here. I'll be your baby tonight. Bob Dylan, I'll Be Your Baby Tonight | |||
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fat moon...paper moon I never feel a thing is real When I'm away from you Out of your embrace The world's a temporary parking place Say, its only a paper moon Sailing over a cardboard sea But it wouldn't be make-believe If you believed in me Yes, it's only a canvas sky Hanging over a muslin tree But it wouldn't be make-believe If you believed in me Without your love It's a honky-tonk parade Without your love It's a melody played in a penny arcade It's a Barnum and Bailey world Just as phony as it can be But it wouldn't be make-believe If you believed in me Paper Moon music by Harold Arlen lyrics by E.Y. (Yip) Harburg | |||
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paper moon . . . love Taking A Chance On Love Sung by Ethel Waters in 1940 and many others since then. Here I go again I’m hearing trumpets blow again All aglow again Taking a chance on love Here I slide again About to take that ride again Starry eyed again Taking a chance on love I thought the cards were a frame-up That I never would try But now I'm taking the game up And the ace of hearts is high Things are mending now I see a rainbow blending now We'll have our happy ending now Taking a chance on love Here I slip again I’m gonna take that tip again Got my grip again Taking a chance on love Now I prove again That I can make life move again In the groove again Taking a chance on love I’m walking round with a horseshoe And in clover I lie Why Mr. rabbit of course you Better kiss your foot good-bye On the ball again I'm riding for a fall again I'm gonna give my all again Taking a chance on love I’m feeling fine again That’s why I’ll rise and shine again I lost my mind again Taking a chance on love Here I think again I’m getting in the pink again On the brink again Taking a chance on love This game I’m taking a crack at Sure needs good luck with me So I’m taking a whack at Any black cat that I see Boy, I’m booked again I’m in the swim and hooked again This goose of mine is cooked again Taking a chance on love Sung by Ethel Waters. From the 1943 movie version of Cabin In the Sky. Music by Vernon Duke. Lyrics by John Latouche with the collaboration of Ted Fetter. Originally a Broadway musical, opening on October 25, 1940. Tinman | |||
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love . . . goose is cooked Wake up little suzie, wake up, wake up little suzie, wake up We both fell sound asleep, wake up little suzie and weep The movie’s over, it’s four o’clock and we’re in trouble deep Chorus: Wake up little suzie, wake up little suzie Well, what’re we gonna tell your mama, what’re we gonna tell your papa What’re gonna tell our friends when they say ’ooh la la’ Wake up little suzie, wake up little suzie Well, I told your mama that you’d be in by ten Well, suzie baby, looks like we goofed again Wake up little suzie, wake up little suzie, we gotta go home Wake up little suzie, wake up, wake up little suzie, wake up The movie wasn’t so hot, it didn’t have much of a plot We fell asleep, our goose is cooked, our reputation is shot Wake Up Little Suzie ~Simon and Garfunkel . .. and others? ******* "Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions. ~Dalai Lama | |||
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You mean you've never heard the original, by the Everly Brothers??!!? Get it, you librarian; you're in for a treat. | |||
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wake up, little Suzie ... wake up where the clouds ...
Way up high There's a land that I've heard of Once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to Dream really do come true. Some day I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me, Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow Blue birds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly Beyond the rainbow Why oh why can't I? from The Wizard of Oz; lyrics by E.H. Harburg; music by Harold Arlen | |||
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and from the same source:
Ding-dong the wicked witch is dead Wake up, you sleepyhead, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Wake up, the wicked witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go Below - below - below Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out. Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low Let them know the Wicked Witch is dead. | |||
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ring the bells out...bells on the hill There were bells on the hill But I never heard them ringing, No, I never heard them at all Till there was you. There were birds in the sky But I never saw them winging No, I never saw them at all Till there was you. And there was music, And there were wonderful roses, They tell me, In sweet, fragrant meadows of dawn and dew. There was love all around But I never heard it singing No, I never heard it at all Till there was you. Till There Was You from Meredith Willson's The Music Man | |||
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...And the Beatles, Saranita. Great song! bells on the hill...They tell me Bad Day ~Daniel Powter Where is the moment we need at the most You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost They tell me your blue skies fade to grey They tell me your passion's gone away And I don't need no carryin' on You stand in the line just to hit a new low You're faking a smile with the coffee to go You tell me your life's been way off line You're falling to pieces everytime And I don't need no carryin' on | |||
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Come on dear, lets not be blue! Instead of blue skies fade to grey … lets have … nothing but blue skies.
I was blue, just as blue as I could be Ev'ry day was a cloudy day for me Then good luck came a-knocking at my door Skies were gray but they're not gray anymore Blue skies … smiling at me Nothing but blue skies … do I see Bluebirds … singing a song Nothing but bluebirds … all day long Never saw the sun shining so bright Never saw things going so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly. Blue days … all of them gone Nothing but blue skies … from now on. | |||
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