Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
It’ll do magic believe it or not
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Saguquga sathi bega nantsi Pata Pata
Saguquga sathi bega nantsi Pata Pata
Saguquga sathi bega nantsi Pata Pata
Saguquga sathi bega nantsi Pata Pata
Hiyo mama hiyo ma nantsi Pata Pata
Hiyo mama hiyo ma nantsi Pata Pata
Hiyo mama hiyo ma nantsi Pata Pata
Hiyo mama hiyo ma nantsi Pata Pata
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, Pata-patapan,
We must play our music well
To the savior sing Noel.
Patapan, Patapan.
It’s a long way to Tipperary,
It’s a long way to go.
It’s a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly,Farewell Leicester Square,
It’s a long long way to Tipperary,
But my heart’s right there.
A fish-like thing appeared among the annelids one day;
It hadn’t any parapods or setae to display.
It hadn’t any eyes or jaws, or ventral nervous chord,
But it had a lot of gill slits and it had a notochord.
It’s a long way from amphioxus
It’s a long way to us…
It’s a long way from amphioxus
To the meanest human cuss.
It’s good-bye, fins and gill slits,
Hello, lungs and hair!
It’s a long, long way from amphioxus,
But we all came from there!
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow, my hair
I want long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided
Powered, flowered and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spahettied
Oh say, can you see my eyes if you can
Then my hair’s too short
Down with here, down to there
Down till there, down to where it’s stuck by itself
I almost cut my hair, it was happened just the other day.
It was gettin’ kinda long, I could’ve said it was in my way.
But I didn’t and I wonder why, I feel like letting my freak flag fly,
And I feel like I owe it to someone.
So let them say your hair’s too long
'Cause I don’t care, with you I can’t go wrong
My boyfriend got a Beatle haircut
Oh unhappy day!
My boyfriend got a Beatle haircut
Now I can’t chase the girls away
Once he was mine all mine alone
We’d talk all day on the telephone
Now I can’t, his phone is busy
All the girls keep asking “Where is he?”
(Asking “Where is he?”)
My boyfriend got a Beatle haircut
So, to keep him true
I got a Beatle haircut too
She took me out on the blackboard jungle
Put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like Paul McCartney and get funky like Etta James
I’d never change, I’d never change
I’d never change silver heeled ways
She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
And you know, he’s the devil.
He’s everything that I ain’t.
Hiding intentions of evil,
Under the smile of a saint.
All he’s good for is getting in trouble,
And shiftin’ his share of the blame.
And some people swear he’s my double:
And some even say we’re the same.
But the silver-tongued devil’s got nothing to lose,
I’ll only live 'til I die.
We take our own chances and pay our own dues,
Ah ha ha ha.
The silver tongued devil and I.
Time passes softly and I’m a day older,
But still, I’m living days gone by–
Ashes to ashes, the rain’s turning colder
Finding tomorrow, the ashes, the rain and I.
Not a day goes by
Not a single day
But you’re somehow part of my life
And it looks like you’ll stay
I was alone, I took a ride
I didn’t know what I would find there
Another road where maybe I
Could see another kind of mind there
Ooh, then I suddenly see you
Ooh, did I tell you I need you
Every single day of my life
You didn’t run, you didn’t hide
And had you gone, you knew in time
We’d meet again for I had told you
Ooh, you were meant to be near me
Ooh, and I want you to hear me
Say we’ll be together every day
Got to get you into my life
Jump in my car, I wanna take you home,
come on and jump in my car,
it’s too far to walk on your own
Been a long hard ride
Got a ways to go
But this is still the place
That we all call home
Mid Pleasures and palaces though I may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home;
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek thro’ the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere. Home.
Home, home on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play…
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run