Out on the streets that’s where we’ll meet
You make the night I always cross the line
Tightened our belts abuse ourselves
Get in our way, we’ll put you on your shelf
Round and round
With love we’ll find a way, just give it time
Round and round
What comes around, goes around
I’ll tell you why
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s going down
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s going down
It’s going down, I’m yelling “timber!”
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget
Promenade across the floor
Sass shay right on out the door
Out the door and in to the glade
And everybody promenade
Step right up, you’re doing fine
I’ll pull your beard, you pull mine
Yank it again, like you did before
Break it up with a tug of war
Now into the brook and fish for the trout
Dive right in and splash about
Trout, trout, pretty little trout
One more splash and come right out
Shake like a hound dog, shake again
Wallow around in the old pig pen
Wallow some more, you all know how
Roll around like an old fat sow
Allemande left with your left hand
Follow through with a right-left grand
Now lead your partner, the dirty ol’ thing
Follow through with an elbow swing
Grab a fence post, hold it tight
Whomp your partner with all your might
Hit him in the shin, hit him in the head
Hit him again, the critter ain’t dead
Wop him low and wop him high
Stick your finger in his eye
Pretty little rhythm, pretty little sound
Bang your heads against the ground
Promenade all around the room
Promenade like a bride and groom
Open up the door and step right in
Close the door and into a spin
Whirl, whirl, twist and twirl
Jump all around like a flying squirrel
Now don’t you cuss and don’t you swear
Just come right out and form a square
Now right hand over and left hand under
Both join hands and run like thunder
Over the hill and over the dale
Duck your head and lift your tail
Don’t you stray and don’t you roam
Turn it around and promenade home
Corn in the crib pen, wheat in the sack
Turn your partner, promenade back
And now you’re home
Bow to your partner
Bow to the gent across the hall
And that is all!
I’m in a hypnotic trance, I want to join in the dance
I want to throw my hat into the ring
But as the next dance convenes, I see I’m still in my jeans
My blouse is definitely second string
A tiny lady appears, my protests fall on deaf ears
And soon she’s taken me under her wing
Now I’m a princess in crinoline, stepping back out and then
Dancing like my feet have wings
Fellow Texans, I am proudly standing here to humbly see.
I assure you, and I mean it- Now, who says I don’t speak out as plain as day?
And, fellow Texans, I’m for progress and the flag- long may it fly.
I’m a poor boy, come to greatness. So, it follows that I cannot tell a lie.
Ooh I love to dance a little sidestep, now they see me now they don’t-
I’ve come and gone and, ooh I love to sweep around the wide step,
Cut a little swathe and lead the people on.
Come all ye Texas Rangers wherever you may be.
I’ll tell you of some troubles that happened unto me.
My name is nothing extra, so that I will not tell.
And here’s to all you Rangers, I’m sure I wish you well.
Was at the age of seventeen I joined the jolly band.
We marched round San Antonio down to the Ryo Grande.
Our Captain, he informed us, perhaps he thought it right.
Before we reach the station boys, you’ll surely have to fight.
And when the bugle sounded our Captain gave command.
To arms, to arms he shouted, and by your horses stand.
I saw the smoke ascending; it seemed to reach the sky.
And then the thought it struck me, my time had come to die.
I saw the Indians coming; I heard them give a yell.
My feelings at that moment no human tongue can tell.
I saw their glittering lances, their arrows ‘round me flew.
And all my strength had left me, and all my courage too.
We fought for nine hours fully, before the strife was o’er.
The likes of dead and wounded, I never saw before.
And when the sun had risen, and the Indians they had fled.
We loaded up our rifles and counted up our dead.
And all of us were wounded, our noble Captain slain.
The sun was shining sadly across that bloody plain.
Sixteen, the brave Rangers that never roamed the west,
Were buried by their comrades with arrows in their breast.
And now my song is ended, I guess I’ve sung enough.
The life of any Ranger you see is very tough.
And if you have a Mother that don’t want you to roam.
I’d advise you by experience, you’d better stay at home
That famous day in history the men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on.
And from the rear a voice was heard.
A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear:
What am I doin’ here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don’t wanna go
Hey, Mr. Custer, please don’t make me go
I had a dream last night about the comin’ fight
Somebody yelled “attack!”
And there I stood with a arrow in my back.
Please Mr. Custer, I don’t wanna go
And the man in the back said everyone attack
And it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said boy I want to warn you
It’ll turn into a ballroom blitz
Well I’m upper upper class high society
God’s gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I’ve got
The biggest balls of all
I’ve got big balls
I’ve got big balls
They’re such big balls
And they’re dirty big balls
And he’s got big balls
And she’s got big balls
(But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all)
And my balls are always bouncing
My ballroom always full
And everybody cums and cums again
If your name is on the guest list
No one can take you higher
Everybody says I’ve got
Great balls of fire
I’ve got big balls
Oh I’ve got big balls
And they’re such big balls
Dirty big balls
And he’s got big balls
And she’s got big balls
(But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all)
Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they’re held for pleasure
They’re the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It’s my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night
We’ve got big balls
We’ve got big balls
We’ve got big balls
Dirty big balls
He’s got big balls
She’s got big balls
(But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all)
(We’ve got big balls)
(We’ve got big balls)
And I’m just itching to tell you about them
Oh we had such wonderful fun
Seafood cocktail, crabs, crayfish
(But we’ve got the biggest balls of them all)
(Ball Sucker)
(Ball Sucker)
(Ball Sucker)
(Ball Sucker)
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file’ gumbo
'Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodeaux, Fontainenot, the place is buzzin’
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
Saving nickles, saving dimes
Working 'til the sun don’t shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou
I’m going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I’d be
Gonna see my baby again
Gonna be with some of my friends
Maybe I’ll feel better again
On Blue Bayou
Shrimp boats is a-comin’
Their sails are in sight
Shrimp boats is a-comin’
There’s dancin’ tonight
Why don’t ‘cha hurry hurry hurry home
Why don’t ‘cha hurry hurry hurry home
Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin’
There’s dancin’ tonight
Good night and thank you, Magaldi
You’ve completed your task
What more could we ask of you now?
Please sign the book on your way out the door.
And that will be all.
If we need you we’ll call.
But I don’t think that’s likely somehow.
A Long distance directory assistance, area code 212
Say hey, A and R this is mister rhythm and blues
He said hello, and put me on hold
To say the least the cat was cold
He said, don’t call us child we’ll call you
I said, you got my number
He said yeah, I got it when you walked in the door
Operator, won’t you help me place this call?
Operator
Give me information
Information
Give me long distance
Long distance
Give me heaven…
(Two, three)
Operator
Information
Give me Jesus on the line
Operator
Information
I’d like to speak to a friend of mine
Oh prayer is the number
Faith is the exchange
Heaven is the street
And Jesus is his name
Operator
Information
Please give me Jesus on the line
Have you ever been to heaven?
Have you ever seen the gates?
Have you bowed unto your highness?
And do you know how heaven taste? Knock me down
It was the hottest day of summer
And our final high school dance was just about over
I was old enough for the taste of love when boys turn into men
And I’ll never forget, I remember it yet, the taste of that clear, pure
water
But the preacher’s words I barely heard, as sweet Bonnie Lou gave in
She said,” Do you…
Wanna go to heaven?"
And I said “Yeah, just lead me on.”
“Take my hand, can you feel that feelin’?”
And I said, “Yes just lead me on”
Billy-Ray was a preacher’s son
And when his daddy would visit he’d come along
When they gathered round and started talkin’
That’s when Billy would take me walkin’
A-through the backyard we’d go walkin’
Then he’d look into my eyes
Lord knows to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was
Ooh, yes he was
A body is washed up on a Norfolk beach
He was a friend that I could not reach
He thought I was cold but I understand
But for the grace of God goes another man
And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But you’re a martyr for even less
For even less
For even less
A choirboy is buried on the moors
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
So some kids are best left to fend for themselves
And others were born to stack shelves
And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But you’re a martyr for even less
For even less
For even less