Blue on blue, heartache on heartache. Blue on blue now that we are through. Blue on blue, heartache on heartache and I find I can’t get over losing you.
A little Bobby Vinton tit-for-tat.
More like, Istanbul (not Constantinople).
Oh I jumped in the seat and I gave a little yell. The horses ran away, broke the wagon all to hell. Sugar in the gourd and honey in the horn, I never been so happy since the day I was born. Turkey in the straw, turkey in the hay, roll 'em up and twist 'em up a high tuckahaw, and twist 'em up a tune called Turkey in the Straw.
Ok…so it’s a stretch. It’s not like Rockle gave me much to work with!
Lucky you! Half-breed, that’s all I ever heard. Half-breed, how I learned to hate the word! “Half-breed, she’s no good,” they warned. Both sides were against me since the day I was born!
Sounds like you were born under a bad sign. Bet you’ve been down since you learned to crawl. Y’know, if it wasn’t for bad luck, I’ll bet you wouldn’t have any luck at all.
One step forward, two steps back. Living on the edge, t’s as simple as that.
I’m no Mr. Lucky - I’ve never been close. I’m higher than some, but I’m lower than most.
That’s funny, because for me I take two steps forward, I take two steps back. We come together because opposites attract. It ain’t fiction it’s a natural fact.
Oh yeah? Well I put my left foot in. I take my left foot out. I put my left foot in and I shake it all about. I do the hokey-pokey and I turn my self around.
And that’s what it’s all about!
Really? I was told it’s all about soul - it’s all about faith and a deeper emotion.
I’ll be your savior, steadfast and true. I’ll come to your emotional rescue.
Rescue me and take me in your arms. Rescue me, I want your tender charms. Because I’m lonely and I’m blue. I need you and your love, too. Come on, baby, and rescue me.
Oh, my love, my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch, a long lonely time. And time goes by, so slowly and time can do so much. Are you still mine? I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love to me.
I sure know what you mean about speed, kunilou. Take this guy I know. He’s going the distance. He’s going for speed. She’s all alone in her time of need. Because he’s racing and pacing and plotting the course, he’s fighting and biting and riding on his horse, he’s going the distance.
Long distance run around. Long time waiting to feel the sound. I still remember the dream there. I still remember the time you said goodbye.
Now try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September when you were a tender and callow fellow.
Have a good time, but remember, there is danger in the summer moon above. Will I see you in September, or lose you to a summer love?
A summer love is special at this time of the year, but when the leaves are gone will that love disappear? I never underestimate the power of spring, but I’m glad to know in my heart that our love is lasting.
I can’t help falling in love with you.
Every time I make a run, girl, you turn around and cry. I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand I can’t work a nine to five, so I’ll be gone…'til November.
Well, nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain.