Heart of the country,
Where the holy people grow,
Heart of the country,
Smell the grass in the meadow
Green grass and high tides forever.
Castles of stone, souls and glory.
Lost faces say “We adore you,”
As kings and queens bow and play for you.
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier
Long ago life was clean
Sex was bad and obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Croquet lawns, village greens
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, toria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
When Benjamin Disraeli was Prime Minister of England,
And good old Queen Victoria was the Queen,
Whenever she would need him for official palace business,
Disraeli, he was nowhere to be seen.
She went down to 10 Downing Street,
The doorbell there she rang,
And when there was no answer,
This is what the good Queen sang:
Won’t you come home, Disraeli. Won’t you come home.
Come home to Queen Victoria.
Don’t leave that House of Commons, and that House of Lords.
Just sittin’ waitin’ for ya.
I’m gettin’ awful lomesome, 'cause all I do
Is sit here reading Ethan Frome.
Now don’t leave me flat,
The key to the palace is under the mat.
Disraeli, won’t you please come home.
He blew his mind out in a car.
He didn’t notice that the lights had changed.
A crowd of people stood and stared.
They’d seen his face before.
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords.
I’d love to turn you on.
I thought that heart of yours was true, girl
Now, didn’t I think it baby…didn’t I think it baby
But this time I’m really leavin’ you girl…oh
Hope you know it baby…hope you know it baby
Ten times or more, yes, I’ve walked out that door
Get this into your head, there’ll be no more
Didn’t I blow your mind this time, didn’t I
Didn’t I blow your mind this time, didn’t I
Yes sir
[Looks over shoulder for copyright lawyers]
This night these memories lost and found
Are taking over me
I could see your picture and hear the sound
Of the song you sung to me
You gotta feel and take every chance
You did the right thing
Drove a thousand miles away
Out of trace and in another time
You did the wrong thing
And bought it back in your mind
Why’s life so unkind?
For always and ever it’s getting better
I feel your steps with mine
I’m moving on like it said in the letter
Another place, another time
Blown away
Blown away
Blown away
Blown away
Blown away
Blown away
Blown away
Got blown away, a thousand miles away
Shatter every window till it’s all blown away,
Every brick, every board, every slamming door flown away
Till there’s nothing left standing,
Nothing left to yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away
She heard those sirens screaming out
Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch
She locked herself in the cellar
Listened to the screaming of the wind
Some people called it taking shelter
She called it sweet revenge
You put your left arm in,
You put your left arm out,
You put your left arm in,
And you shake it all about.
Come on, baby, let’s do the twist
Come on, baby, let’s do the twist
Take me by my little hand and go like this
Let’s twist again
Like we did last summer,
Let’s twist again
Like we did last year.
You said nothing will change
We were almost near
Almost far
Down came the rain
But nothing will change
You promised
A promise
A promise
A promise
It’s exactly the same
You said
It’s always the same
But I’ll make it change
Into something the same
I promise
Promises, promises, I’m all through with
Promises, promises, Don’t ask how
If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me
Understand
'Cause I’ve been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just
Holding hands
I’m not the kind of guy who likes to play big brother
But I’ve just seen your date outside, he’s with another
I saw you both come in
Clearly you’re not meant for him, so
Please, please hold my hand
Hold my hand, yeah, yeah
Hold my hand, yeah, yeah
Hold my hand and I’ll see you home
Mrs. Jones is a lady on Hudson Street.
She sent her dog to bark at my brother and me.
We gave her dog a big fat bone
And now he barks at Mrs. Jones.
She’s a lady who lives on Hudson Street.
was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She’s suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
We got a thing going on
Both know that it’s wrong
But it’s much too strong to let it go now
Torn between two lovers,
Feeling like a fool.