The whine in your hand is worth two at the bar
And everybody knows what you’ve been drinking
Disgraceful night flecked with a nightmare of stars
And everybody knows how you’ve been sinking
Long distance century buzzes and fades
An automatic charge on your mind
Previews, processions and parades
You’ve got to grind, grind it out…
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’t in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!
And surely ye’ll be your pint’ stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
(Very timely post, Professor.:))
Have a drink, have a drink, have a drink on me.
Everybody have a drink on me.
Hey hey, everybody drink on me.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I’ll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.
I don’t care if my liver is hanging by a thread
Don’t care if my doctor says I ought to be dead
When my ugly big car won’t climb this hill
I’ll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill
'cos if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me,
Won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
I woke up and I had a big idea
To buy a new soul at the start of every year
I paid up and it cost me pretty dear
Here’s a hymn to those that disappear
I still wave at the dots on the shore
And I still beat my head against the wall
I still rage and wage my little war
I’m a shade and easy to ignore
Cellophane
Mister Cellophane
Shoulda been my name
Mister Cellophane
'Cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I’m there…
Just walk on by,
Wait on the corner…
…said he’s got a job for me to do
standing on the corner in San Diego
pocket full of red balloons.
You and I, and a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we’ve got
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone
Desmond has his barrow in the market place…
Molly is the singer in a band…
Desmond says to Molly “Girl, I like your face”
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand…
Oo ee oo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allen Poe
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g’ joob
By the last breath of the four winds that blow
I’ll have revenge upon Fortunato
Smile in his face I’ll say, “Come let us go”
I’ve a cask of amontillado
Sheltered inside from the cold of the snow
Follow me now to the vault down below
Drinking the wine as we laugh at the time
Which is passing incredibly slow
Yeah, a storm is threatening my very life today. If I don’t get some shelter, I’m going to fade away.
I’ve got this feeling stirring in my new blue jeans
And I need some loving…or I…just might…have to…SCREAM!
Oh oh oh, I just want your dirty love
Oh oh oh, I just want your dirty love
All I need is to get in between your sheets
Oh oh oh
I just want your dirty love
Well I love that dirty water-
Oh, Boston you’re my home!
Burn on, big river, burn on
Burn on, big river, burn on
Now the Lord can make you tumble
And the Lord can make you turn
And the Lord can make you overflow
But the Lord can’t make you burn
Oh, blackwater keep on rollin’, Mississippi moon won’t you keep on shining on me