When you’re alone and life is gettin’ you lonely
Ye can always goo, Achhh, doon toon.
Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he’d drunk more than his share
He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring-ding diddle-iddle ay-dee-oh,
Ring-di diddly-ay-oh,
And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye:
“See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?
I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt!”
Ring-ding diddle-iddle ay-dee-oh,
Ring-di diddly-ay-oh,
“I wonder if it’s true what they don’t wear beneath the kilt!”
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be;
Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothin’ more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Ring-ding diddle-iddle ay-dee-oh,
Ring-di diddly-ay-oh,
Was nothin’ more than God had graced him with upon his birth
They marveled for a moment, then one said: “We must be gone
Let’s leave a present for our friend before we move along.”
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show
Ring-ding diddle-iddle ay-dee-oh,
Ring-di diddly-ay-oh,
Around the bonnie star the Scot’s kilt did lift and show
Now the Scotsman woke to nature’s call, and stumbled towards the trees
Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees
And in a startled voice he says, to what’s before his eyes
“Oh, lad I don’t know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!”
Ring-ding diddle-iddle ay-dee-oh,
Ring-di diddly-ay-oh,
“Oh, lad I don’t know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!”
– “The Scotsman”, Bryan Bowers
Hoot Mon, out o’ my way, who do you think you are
It’s the toe o’ my boot, Mon, if you push too far
Hoot Mon, this is the day I celebrate my birth
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th
- “Hoot Mon”, Bing & Bob, Road to Bali
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: “Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?”
“Ah, you’re drunk,
You’re drunk, you silly old fool,
Still you can not see
That’s a lovely sow that me mother sent to me.”
“It’s many a day I’ve travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.”
Get your motor runnin’
Head out on the highway
Lookin’ for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin’ go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin’ with the wind
And the feelin’ that I’m under
Yeah Darlin’ go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
–“Born To Be Wild”, Steppenwolf/Mars Bonfire, 1968
If you’re taking a flight at the speed of light
You’re shaking your heads to the band
If you’re there on your horse, but you’re not on the force
We’re taking this place to the ground
In the heat of the night when your fists are a-light
Forged on anvils of steel
If your body’s on fire, about to expire
We go to the threshold of pain
Pull your head back, hold your hands high
Shake your body
If it’s too loud, and you’re burning hot
Fill your heads with heavy metal thunder
Heavy metal thunder
On the wings of an eagle you’re hoping to fly
Holding your hands to the sky
In a blue sea of denim, checkin’ the band
With your banners and scarves held on high
If you think something more, you’ll come down to the front
Don’t sit there and do as they say
We’re an army of thousands, surrounded by light
Tearing this place to the ground
Pull your head back, hold your hands high
Shake your body
If it’s too loud, and you’re burning hot
Fill your heads with heavy metal thunder
Heavy metal thunder
– “Heavy Metal Thunder”, Saxon (1980)
They said change your clothes,
She said no I won’t,
They said comb your hair,
She said some kids don’t,
And her parents dreams went up in smoke.
They said you can’t leave,
She said yes I will,
They said don’t see him,
She said his name is Bill,
She’s on a road and its all uphill.
She’s a wild one,
With an angel’s face,
She’s a woman child in a state of grace,
When she was three years old on her daddy’s knee,
He said you can be anything you want to be,
She’s a wild one,
Runnin’ free.
She loves rock and roll,
They said it’s satan’s tongue,
She thinks they’re too old,
They think she’s too young,
And the battle lines are clearly drawn.
She’s a wild one,
With an angel’s face,
She’s a woman child in a state of grace,
When she was three years old on her daddy’s knee,
He said you can be anything you want to be,
She’s a wild one,
Runnin’ free.
She has future plans,
And dreams at night,
They tell her life is hard,
She says that’s all right, yeah,
She’s a wild one,
With an angel’s face,
She’s a woman child in a state of grace,
When she was three years old on her daddy’s knee,
He said you can be anything you want to be,
She’s a wild one,
With an angel’s face,
She’s a woman child in a state of grace,
When she was three years old on her daddy’s knee,
He said you can be anything you want to be,
She’s a wild one,
Runnin’ free.
Faith Hill, "Wild One"
Now that I’ve lost everything to you
You say you wanna start something new
And it’s breakin’ my heart you’re leavin’
Baby, I’m grievin’
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there
Oh baby, baby it’s a wild world
It’s hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh baby, baby it’s a wild world
I’ll always remember you like a child, girl
– “Wild World”, Cat Stevens (1970)
She’s got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I’d probably break down and cry
Sweet child o’ mine
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o’ mine
Sweet love of mine
– **“Sweet Child O’ Mine”, **Guns N’ Roses, 1988
Danger in the shape of something wild
Stranger dressed in black she’s a hungry child
No-one knows who she is or what her name is
I don’t know where she came from or what her game is
Hot child in the city
Hot child in the city
Runnin’ wild and lookin’ pretty
Yeah, hot child in the city
So young to be loose and on her own
Young boys they all want to take her home
When she comes downtown the boys all stop and stare
When she comes downtown she walks like she just don’t care, yeah
Hot child in the city
Hot child in the city
Runnin’ wild and lookin’ pretty
Yeah, hot child in the city
Come on down to my place baby, we’ll talk about love
Come on down to my place baby, we’ll make love
– “Hot Child in the City”, Nick Gilder. (1978)
She’s got a way about her
I don’t know what it is
But I know that I can’t live without her
She’s got a way of pleasin’
I don’t know what it is
But there doesn’t have to be a reason anyway
She’s got a smile that heals me
I don’t know why it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She’s got a way of talkin’
I don’t know why it is
But it lifts me up when we are walkin’ anywhere
She comes to me when I’m feelin’ down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around
She’s got a way of showin’
How I make her feel
And I find the strength to keep on goin’
She’s got a light around her
And ev’rywhere she goes
A million dreams of love surround her ev’rywhere
She comes to me when I’m feelin’ down
Inspires me without a sound
She touches me and I get turned around
She’s got a smile that heals me
I don’t know why it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me
She’s got a way about her
I don’t know what it is
But I know that I can’t live without her anyway
–“She’s Got A Way,” Billy Joel
There’s a somebody
I’m longin’ to see
I hope that he turns
Out to be
Someone to watch over me
I’m a little lamb
Who’s lost in the wood
I know I could
Always be good
To one
Who’ll watch over me
Although he may
Not be the man some
Girls think
Of as handsome
To my heart
He carries the key
Won’t you tell him please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me
Won’t you tell him please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh, how i need
Someone to watch over me
– Someone to Watch Over Me, George and Ira Gershwin, 1926
Full version and my favorite rendition: Linda Ronstadt w/Nelson Riddle Orchestra (not sharp HD, but still great)
Good night, good night
Look at that moon shine so bright
And tonight he smiles
Especially for you
Sleep tight, sleep tight
Know everything is alright
And tonight I will be here
Watching over you
For tonight I will be here watching over you
Tonight I’ll be here watching over you
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams
It is never as real as it seems
And in the morning when you wake up
I will be right here
Sleep on, sleep on
For no matter how dark or how long
It may seem that your night is
I will still be here
I will still be here watching, watching over you
So sleep, little darling, sleep on through
– “Watching Over You”, Emerson Lake & Palmer (1978)
I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain
To see for certain what I thought I knew
Far far away, someone was weeping
But the world was sleeping
Any dream will do
I wore my coat, with golden lining
Bright colors shining, wonderful and new
And in the east, the dawn was breaking
And the world was waking
Any dream will do
A crash of drums, a flash of light
My golden coat flew out of sight
The colors faded into darkness
I was left alone
Put a gun to my head
The storm’s too deep outlook dead
Handing down that anger
Nothing good ever lasts
Moody violence
Now a fool in my eyes
What’s the answer, I’ll search till I die
“Try a little harder,” I hear myself say
Make it last before it’s taken away
Wading through the darkness
My head held in my hands
Wading through the darkness
Forced to forget this anguish
I’m half of what I used to be
Erase my memory
Now gone forever goodbye
But I know my memories won’t die
Wading through the darkness
My head held in my hands
Wading through the darkness
– “Wading Through the Darkness”, Flotsam & Jetsam (1992)
“They’re going to send you away” she said
Psychic angels spread on the top of her head
And in the compartments of my dread
The rush hour crush travels home to bed
“You never seem to hear” she smiled
Statues tiptoe for a glimpse of the child
The lawns are always lush and wild
Spacious floors bejeweled and tiled
“How are you getting home?” she laughed
Mermaids drowned but I clung to the raft
It’s just the water in the bath
An interlude for the busy staff
–The Church, "An Interlude"
Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees
And begged you not to leave
Because I’d go berserk?
Well you left me anyhow
And then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I’ve gone
Completely out of my mind.
And they’re coming to take me away ha-haaa.
They’re coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa…
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And **they’re coming to take me away **ha haaa!
–Napoleon XIV, 1966
Hammer pounding in my heart, I think it’s gonna burst
Spring unwinding in my head, I don’t know which is worse
I hear ya talkin’ but the words are kinda strange
One of us is crazy and the other one’s insane
Stay calm, don’t be alarmed
It’s just a holiday
Back at the funny farm
Nothin’ in this cold white room to help me recognize
I don’t understand why everyone is in disguise
I gotta live right now, I can’t stay here no more
But I’m afraid to try in case they’ve locked the door
Stay calm, don’t be alarmed
It’s just a holiday
Back at the funny farm
Can’t find the windows but I gotta get outside
Can you help me stand it feels like both my legs have died
What was that injection, ‘cos I think it’s goin’ wrong
I really like this jacket but the sleeves are much too long
Stay calm, don’t be alarmed
It’s just a holiday
Back at the funny farm
– “Back at the Funny Farm”, Motörhead (1983)
I’ve got to get…out of here…
I’ve got to get…out. of. here.
I’ve got to get… Out Of Here…
I’ve got to get out of here!
I’vegottogetoutofhere!
I’VEGOTTOGETOUTOFHEREI’VEGOTTOGETOUTOFHERE!
Now my girl you’re so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true, yeah
You’ll be dead before your time is due
I know it
Watch my daddy in bed and tired
Watch his hair been turning gray
He’s been working and slaving his life away
I know
He’s been working so hard
I’ve been working too babe
Every day baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
We gotta get out of this place
If it’s the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there’s a better life
For me and you
–The Animals, "We’ve Got To Get Out Of This Place"