Cell number seven–
Me and Moonie were in cell number seven.
He dribbled on my jacket in cell number seven,
Oo hoo–
Snored like a goat,
Ruined my coat.
There were seven Spanish angels
At the altar of the sun
They were prayin’ for the lovers
In the valley of the gun
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared
There was thunder from the throne
And seven Spanish angels, took another
Angel home
Listen…patience wearing thin
Only empty…arms to take you in
Pale luminescent glare
Surrounds you…till you can’t see it’s there
I’m callin’ fire from low within
Tall and dead
You can’t give up cause you’re so far in
Fly home
Ancient…mirror image cast
Reminds you…the future’s like the past
Time split into a close field
Hauntin’ you…usin’ up your fear
Somethin’ hateful in your head
Kick it out
You stole it hard but your wings are dead
Fly home
Out among the stars I sail, way beyond the moon
In my silver ship I sail, a dream that ended to soon
Now I know exactly who I am and what I’m here for
And I will go sailing no more
All the things I thought I’d be, all the brave things I’d done
Vanished like a snowflake with the rising of the sun
Never more to sail my ship, where no man has gone before
And I will go sailing no more
But no, it can’t be true I could fly if I wanted to
Like a bird in the sky if I believe I can fly, why I’d fly
Clearly, I will go sailing, no more
I’m leavin’ my family, I’m leavin’ all my friends
My body’s at home but my heart’s in the wind
Where the clouds are like headlines on a new front page sky
My tears are salt water and the moon’s full and high
And I know Joe Conrad would be proud of me
And many before me who’ve been called by the sea
To be up in the crow’s nest singin’ my say
Shiver me timbers ‘cause I’m a-sailin’ away.
All my bags are packed I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’ it’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’ he’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Please come to Boston
For the springtime
I’m stayin’ here with some friends
And they’ve got lots of room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin’ soon
Please come to Boston
She said no, boy you come home to me
Well we’re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.
Fish don’t fry in the kitchen;
Beans don’t burn on the grill.
Took a whole lotta tryin’
Just to get up that hill.
Now we’re up in teh big leagues
Gettin’ our turn at bat.
As long as we live, it’s you and me baby
There ain’t nothin wrong with that.
Well we’re movin on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.
Down in front of Casey’s
Old brown wooden stoop,
On a summer’s evening,
We formed a merry group;
Boys and girls together,
We would sing and waltz,
While the “ginnie” played the organ
On the Sidewalks of New York.
East side, west side,
All around the town,
The tots sang “Ring-a-Rosie,”
“London Bridge is Falling Down.”
Boys and girls together,
Me and Mamie O’Rourke,
Tripped the light fantastic,
On the sidewalks of New York.
Down by the old mill stream
Where I first met you
With your eyes so blue
Dressed in gingham too
Now my hair has turned to silver.
All my life I’ve loved in vain.
I can see her star in heaven.
Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.
Someday when we meet up yonder,
We’ll stroll hand in hand again.
In a land that knows no parting-
Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain.
No one knows what it’s like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it’s like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That’s never free
Blue eyes
Baby’s got blue eyes
Like a deep blue sea
On a blue blue day
Blue eyes
Baby’s got blue eyes
When the morning comes
I’ll be far away
Go away, little girl.
It’s hurtin’ me more each minute that you delay.
When you are near me like this,
You’re much too hard to resist.
So, go away, little girl, before I beg you to stay.
Well I heard that you’re leavin’ (leavin’)
Gonna leave me far behind (so far behind)
'Cause you found a brand new lover
You decided that I’m not your kind (aahh…)
So I pulled (I pulled) your name out (name out) of my Rolodex (oohh…)
And I tore all your pictures in two
And I burned down the malt shop where we used to go
Just because it reminds me of you (dippity dippity doo)
That’s right (that’s right) you ain’t gonna see me cryin’
I’m glad (I’m glad) that you found somebody new
'Cause I’d rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass
Than spend one more minute with you
Shut out at the gate!
Could I have loved someone like the one I see in you
I remember the good times baby now, and the bad times too
These last few weeks of holding on
The days are dull, the nights are long
Guess it’s better to say
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to you
You’re deep just like a chasm
You’ve no enthusiasm
You’re tired and uninspired.
You’re blase.
Your day is one of leisure
In which you search for pleasure.
You’re bored when you’re adored.
You’re blase.
I’m tired
Sick and tired of love
I’ve had my fill of love
From below and above
Tired, tired of being admired
Tired of love uninspired
Let’s face it
I’m tired
I’ve been with 1000’s of men
Again and again
They promise the moon
They’re always coming and going
Going and coming
And always too soon
Right girls?
Germany was having trouble
What a sad, sad story
Needed a new leader to restore
Its former glory
Where, oh, where was he?
Where could that man be?
We looked around and then we found
The man for you and me
Where, oh, where was he?
Where could that man be?
We looked around and then we found
The man for you and me!
LEAD TENOR STORMTROOPER:
And now it’s…
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Deutschland is happy and gay!
We’re marching to a faster pace
Look out, here comes the master race!
Springtime for Hitler and Germany
Rhineland’s a fine land once more!