We’re Knights of the Round Table.
We dance whene’er we’re able.
We do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot.
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.
Every sperm is sacred
Every sperm is great
If a sperm gets wasted
God gets quite irate
My Bologna has a first name,
It’s O-S-C-A-R.
My bologna has a second name,
It’s M-A-Y-E-R.
Oh I love to eat it everyday,
And if you ask me why I’ll say,
Cause’ Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A
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
If I listened long enough to you
I’d find a way to believe that it’s all true
Knowing that you lied, straight-faced, while I cried
Still I’d look to find a reason to believe
Someone like you makes it hard to live without somebody else
Someone like you makes it easy to give, never think of myself
Wouldn’t you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to love
Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I’m ok, I’m alright
Ain’t gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday I’m gonna be free, Lord!
Somebody…
Somebody…
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Find me somebody to love… find me somebody to love…
Find me somebody to love… find me somebody to love…
Find me somebody to love… find me somebody to love…
Find me somebody to love… find me somebody to love…
Find me somebody to love… find me somebody to love…
Somebody (somebody)
Somebody (somebody)
Somebody (find me)
Somebody (find me somebody to love)
Can anybody find me,
Somebody to-o-o lo-o-o-ve?
Oh, won’t you take me home tonight?
Oh, down beside your red firelight
Ah, can you give it all you got?
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin’ world go round.
I’m not in love, so don’t forget it
It’s just a silly phase I’m goin’ through
And just because I call you up
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you got it made
I’m not in love, no, no…it’s because
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
You were the sweetest thing that I ever knew
But I don’t care for sugar honey if I can’t have you
Since you’ve abandoned me
My whole life has crashed
Won’t you pick the pieces up
'cause it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
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– Mason Williams, “Classical Gas”
It’s a Saturday’s Night at the World,
I am thinking about a girl,
And how useless to search it becomes
When you find all the answers in one.
One day i looked up and there you were
Like a simple question looking for an answer
Now i am a whale listening to some inner call
Swimming blindly to throw myself upon your shores
What if i don’t find when i have landed
Would you leave me here to die on your shores stranded?
I think i know why the dog howls at the moon.
No point asking when it is
No point asking who’s to go
No point asking what’s the game
No point asking who’s to blame
'Cos if you’re gonna die (if you’re gonna die)
'Cos if you’re gonna die (if you’re gonna die)
If you’re gonna die (if you’re gonna die)
If you’re gonna die (if you’re gonna die)
If you’re gonna die, die with your boots on
If you’re gonna try, well stick around
Gonna cry, just move along
If you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die
We’re all excited
But we don’t know why
Maybe it’s 'cause
We’re all gonna die
And when we do (When we do)
What’s it all for (What’s it all for)
You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door
Tell me, are we gonna let the elevator bring us down
Oh, no let’s go!
Let’s go crazy
Let’s get nuts
Look for the purple banana
'Til they put us in the truck, let’s go!
As he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
Clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
Hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
And Blue-Crossed seven people.
It was then he lost his head,
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he smeared for four hundred yards
Along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Stack banana till de morning come
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Shake, shake, shake, senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, senora, shake it all the time
Work, work, work, senora, work your body line
Work, work, work, senora, work it all the time
My girl’s name is Senora
I tell you friends, I adore her
And when she dances, oh brother
She’s a hurricane in all kinds of weather
(Jump in the line, rock your body in time) - OK, I believe you