If he’s content.
With a vegetable love.
That would certainly not suit me,
Why, what
a most particularly.
Pure young man.
This pure young man must be.
Call any vegetable Call it by name
Call one today When you get off the train
Call any vegetable And the chances are good
That the vegetable will respond to you.
I like pickled onions, I like piccalili,
Pickled cabbage is all right
With a little cold beef on a Sunday night.
I can go tomatoes, but what I do prefer
Is a little bit of cucum, little bit of cucum,
Little bit of cucumber!
You can go out to eat & that’s for sure
But it’s nothin’ a homegrown tomato won’t cure
Put em in a salad, put em in a stew
You can make your very own tomato juice
Eat em with egss, eat em with gravy
Eat em with beans, pinto or navy Put em on the site put `em in the middle
Put a homegrown tomato on a hotcake griddle
Salad of greens!
Salad of greens!
What’s that, you like it?
Go tell the marines!
Crème tangerine and Montelimar
A ginger sling with a pineapple heart
A coffee dessert, yes, you know it’s good news
But you have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle
Cool cherry cream, nice apple tart
I feel your taste all the time we’re apart
Coconut fudge really blows down those blues
But you’ll have to have them all pulled out
After the Savoy truffle…
Savoy, the home of sweet romance,
Savoy, it wins you with a glance,
Savoy, gives happy feet a chance to dance.
Your old form just like a clinging vine,
Your lips so warm and sweet as wine,
Your cheek so soft and close to mine, divine.
She’ll be my mirror
Reflect what I am
A loser and a winner
The king of Siam
And my Siamese twin
Alone on the river
Mirror kisses
Mirror kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
Lips like sugar
Sugar kisses
She had, uh oh, kisses sweeter than wine.
When I was a young man and never been kissed,
I got to thinking it over, what I had missed,
I got me a girl, I kissed her and then, and then,
O Lordy, I kissed her again.
She had, uh oh, kisses sweeter than wine.
Think of me
Think of me fondly
When we’ve said goodbye,
Remember me
Once in a while,
Please promise me you’ll try.
I hope when you think of me way down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
And it tastes like kisses, kisses, kisses
And it tastes like kisses
But I’ll be right here til the end of it
You stay in bed and I run out of the door
It took me so long to get up off the floor
I always bite off more than I can chew
But Im hungry without you
Dream like dreamers and we
Need like users and we
Hate like Hitlers and we
Win like losers and we
Cry like children and we
Stray like preachers and we
Lie like lovers and we
Pray like sinners
And it tastes like kisses, kisses, kisses
And it tastes like kisses
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why
It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It’s something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life.
[On a Bunnymen roll…]
Hold it in the light
And see right through it
For God’s sake
Make a decision
Take it for a walk
And hold it hold it
Pin it on the wall
And fasten onto
Move into the bathroom
Oh yes, oh yes
Do what must be done
And don’t say maybe
This is the one for the money
This is the one for the trees
This is the one called Heaven
And this is the one for me
And Heaven…
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing…
Nothing ever happens
It’s Christmas in Heaven
The snow falls from the sky
But it’s nice and warm, and everyone
Looks smart and wears a tie
It’s Christmas in Heaven
There’s great films on TV
‘The Sound of Music’ twice an hour
And ‘Jaws’ one, two, and three
It was Christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
It was Christmas Day in the workhouse
The merriest day of the year
The paupers and the prisoners
Were all assembled there
In came the Christmas pudding
When a voice that shattered glass
Said, “We don’t want your Christmas pudding
So stick it there with the rest of the unwanted presents”
But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one
He’s got lots of mouths to feed
But if you’ve got one, I’ll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street
Because it’s Christmas time, Christmas time,
Yes it’s merry Christmas time
Everybody stand up tall and cheer
Our children will be coming home in plastic bags I fear
Then we’ll know it’s Christmas time this year
Thank you Mr. President for your kind words and deeds
There’s just one thing I’d like for you to hear
Take this war and shove it up your Crawford, Texas ass
And then you’ll know it’s Christmas time this year