Well, a kiss on the hand may be quite continental but diamonds are a girl’s best friend. A kiss may be grand but it won’t pay the rental on your humble flat, or help you at the automat.
“This Diamond ring doesn’t shine for me anymore, and this diamond ring doesn’t do what it did before…”
Q
Maybe you should take a hint from this British guy I know. Desmond takes a trolley to the jeweler’s store, buys a twenty-carat golden ring. Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door, and as he gives it to her she begins to sing.
Five gold rings. Four calling birds, three French hens, and a partridge in a pear tree.
O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for many’s the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
The eastern world it’s exploding. There’s violence flaring and bullets loading. You’re old enough to kill but not for voting. You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re toting? And even the Jordan river has bodies floating but you tell me over and over and over again, my friend, that you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
Two men say they’re Jesus - one’a them must be wrong!
Hey! A protest singer! He’s singing a protest song! - he says:
“They wanna have a war to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying Japanese
They wanna have a war to stop Industrial Disease…”
And it’s One, Two, Three, what are we fightin’ for? Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn. Next stop is Vietnam. And it’s Five, Six, Seven, open up the Pearly Gates. Ain’t no time to wonder why, whoopee we’re all gonna die.
Keep up your spirit, keep up your faith, baby, I am counting on you. You know what you’ve got to do: Fight the good fight every moment. Every minute every day. It’s your only way.
I can’t believe that I’ve sunken to quoting Triumph lyrics
Take good care…of my business…every DAY…while I’m AWAY!
Take good care of my baaaaaaaby. Don’t you ever make her blue. And if you should discover that you don’t really love her, please send my baby back home to me.
You’re going to be away? You must have seen the same advert I did. First a gathering of angels appeared above my head. They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said: They said come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me!
Sailing takes me away to where I’ve heard it should it be. Oh it’s not that far to Paradise, at least it’s not for me.
As it happens, I got two tickets to paradise. Why don’t you pack your bags, and we’ll leave tonight?
I’ve BEEN to Paradise.
Unfortunately, I’ve never been to me.
You are so beautiful to me, can’t you see?
Take a look at you and me. Are we too blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way?
Well, the world turns and a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto.
For everything, turn turn turn, there is a season, turn turn turn.
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven.
Look at someone (look at someone) who really loves you, yeah, really loves you. Turn around, look at me.
Hello, it’s me. I’ve thought about us for a long, long time. Maybe I think too much but something’s wrong.