Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Zany Christmas songs, like *Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer *and Foster Brooks’ Twelve Days of Christmas.
All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him, “Queer.”
They never saw old Rudolph playing cards or drinking beer.
Then one foggy Tuesday night, Santa came to say,
“Rudolph, with your skin-tight pants,
Let’s go down to the disco dance.”
Then how the reindeer booed him, and a few were heard to say,
“Rudolph, the disco reindeer, made Santa Claus turn gay.”
Boogie woogie Santa Claus
Boogie woogie Santa Claus
Boogie woogie Santa
Comes this time every Christmas day
Well it’s rock, rock, rock Mr. Santa
Jump, jump, jump Mr. Santa
Well the boogie woogie Santa
Will boogie all your blues away
Calling out, around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer’s here and the time is right
For dancing in the streets
Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen
Everybody, it goes like this
You gotta dance, got me swayin’, got me, alright
Gotta dance, got me swayin’, got me, alright
Feel that beat, I get outta my seat, but I can’t compete ‘cause I’m a
Dancin’ Fool, I’m a Dancin’ Fool, he’s a Dancin’** F**ool
I may be totally wrong but I’m a Dancin’ Fool
Get on up on the floor
'Cause we’re gonna boogie oogie oogie
Till you just can’t boogie no more (no more boogie)
Boogie no more
You can’t boogie no more (no more boogie)
Boogie no more, listen to the music
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin’ that crazy hand jive
I knew a man Bojangles and he’d dance for you in worn out shoes.
Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, that old soft shoe.
Just an old-fashioned love song playing on the radio
Lady, when you’re with me I’m smiling
Give me all-wah-wah your love
Your hands build me up when I’m sinking
Touch me and my troubles all fade
Mambo No. 5!
A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man
New dawn, smiling down at the old blue world
can you feel it, like the first of spring
the bells are ringing out a little tune for you…
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
I’m Popeye the sailor man.
I live in a garbage can.
I eats all the worms
And spits out the germs
I’m Popeye the sailor man.
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
Robin Hood and William Tell and Ivanhoe and Lancelot
They don’t envy me
Sitting 'til the sun goes down
In dreams the world keeps going 'round and 'round