Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming
Heads all empty and I don’t care
Saw my baby down by the river
Knew she’d have to come up soon for air
Sweet blossom come on, under the willow
We can have high times if you’ll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature
Rolling in the rushes down by the riverside
On the willows there
We hung up our lives,
For our captors there
Required
Of us songs.
And our tormentors mirth.
Saying
Sing us one
Of the songs of Zion,
Sing us one
Of the songs of Zion,
Sing us one
Of the songs of Zion.
But how can we sing,
Sing the Lord’s songs
In a foreign land?
On the willows there
We hung up our lives…
Hey now
Where you going with that UB40 in your hand
I said, hey now
Through this green and pleasant land
I’m going down to Liverpool to do nothing
I’m going down to Liverpool to do nothing
I’m going down to Liverpool to do nothing
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
I’m going up the country, babe don’t you wanna go?
I’m going up the country, babe don’t you wanna go?
I’m going to some place where I’ve never been before
I’m going, I’m going where the water tastes like wine
Well, I’m going where the water tastes like wine
We can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time
Well, they’ll stone ya when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll stone ya just a-like they said they would
They’ll stone ya when you’re tryin’ to go home
Then they’ll stone ya when you’re there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin’ richer, but we can’t get our pitcher
On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone
Oh, a stitch in time
Just about saved me
From going through the same old moves
And this cat is nine
He still suffers
He’s going through the same old grooves
But that stone just keeps on rolling
Bringing me some real bad news
Takers get the honey, givers sing the blues
Can you sing at the same time in more than one key?
Duets by Rossini and waltzes by Strauss?
And can you, as cats do, begin with a ‘C’?
That always triumphantly brings down the house?
Jellicle cats are queen of the nights
Singing at astronomical heights
Handeling pieces from the ‘Messiah’
Hallelujah, angelical Choir
The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity
Round the cathedral rang ‘Vivat’
Life to the everlasting cat
Black and orange stray cat sittin’ on a fence
Ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent
I’m flat broke, but I don’t care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
Stray cat strut, I’m a (Ladies’ cat)
I’m a feline Casanova (Hey, man, that’s where it’s at)
Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can
So a single verse/chorus combo is about the limit.
Back to the game:
I can see that you’re fifteen years old
No I don’t want your I.D.
And I can see that you’re so far from home
But it’s no hanging matter
It’s no capital crime
Oh yeah, you’re a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don’tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you’re a strange stray cat
I bet, bet your mama don’t know you scream like that
I bet your mother don’t know you can spit like that.