Well, I should say.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.
Pockets that mark the diffe’ence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital “B,” and that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool!
And all week long your River City youth’ll be fritter’n away,
I say your young men’ll be fritter’n!
Fritter’n away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin’ Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin’ any water
‘Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that’s trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a’ trouble.
I’m thinkin’ of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin’ in the pool
Hall window after school, look, folks!
Right here in River City.
Trouble with a capital “T”
And that rhymes with “P”
And that stands for pool!
Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos,
the cream of ev’ry famous band.
Seventy six trombones caught the morning sun,
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind.
There were more than a thousand reeds springing up like weeds,
there were horns of ev’ry shape and kind.
Seventy-three men sailed up from the San Francisco Bay,
Rolled off of their ship and here’s what they had to say.
“We’re calling everyone to ride along to another shore,
Where we can laugh our lives away and be free once more.”
San Francisco, open your Golden Gate
You’ll let nobody wait outside your door
San Francisco, here is your wanderin’ one
Saying I’ll wander no more.
I left my heart in San Francisco / High on a hill, it calls to me
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.
You know you want it if it makes you feel good.
I only hope that someday
You’d get them low down blues
In some smoky honky tonk
You looked down at your shoes
You’ll think about that tender heart
That you crushed beneath them soles
With your clod bustin’ stompers
You left my heart all full of holes
You dun stomped on my heart
And you mashed that sucker flat
Honey, you just sorta stomped on my aorta
You started going out with guys
I felt us drift apart
And every step you took
Was a stomp upon my heart
Put one foot in front of the other,
And soon you’ll be walking 'cross the floor.
Put one foot in front of the other,
And soon you’ll be walking out the door.
Boom boom acka lacka lacka boom
Boom boom acka lacko boom boom
Boom boom acka lacka lacka boom
Boom boom acka lacko boom boom
It was a night like this forty million years ago
I lit a cigarette, picked up a monkey, start to go
The sun was spitting fire, the sky was blue as ice
I felt a little tired, so I watched ‘Miami Vice’
I walked a dinosaur, I walked a dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur
Open the door, get on the floor
Everybody walk the dinosaur
Now her daddy’s getting old
And he seemed to lose control
When the brontosaurus
Stormed into the house to trap her.
Well her sister used to hate it
So I never thought she’d make it.
Until she shook you up
Exactly like a firecracker
But she could really do the brontosaurus
And she can scream the hee-by jee-by for us.
Well you know she can really rock
He got a chauffeur that’s a genuine dinosaur
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
And he can knuckle your head before you count to four
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
One two three four
Can I have a little more?
Five six seven eight nine ten
I love you.
One I love, two she loves
And three she’s true to me
They tell me he’s poor, they tell me he’s young
I tell them all to hold their tongue
If they could part the sand from the sea
They never could part my love from me
I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart’s souvenirs
On a day like today
We pass the time away
Writing love letters in the sand
How you laughed when I cried
Each time I saw the tide
Take our love letters from the sand
You made a vow that you
Would always be true
But somehow that vow
Means nothing to you
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
I ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
'Cause my baby just wrote me a letter
I don’t care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
'Cause my baby just wrote me a letter
Dear abby, dear abby …
My feet are too long
My hair’s falling out and my rights are all wrong
My friends they all tell me that I’ve no friends at all
Won’t you write me a letter, won’t you give me a call
Signed bewildered
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters are written
Never meaning to send
Satin sheets to lie on
satin pillows to cry on
still I’m not happy don’t you see
Big long Cadillac
tailor made’s upon my back
still I want you to set me free
Well there she sits buddy just a-gleaming in the sun
There to greet a working man when his day is done
I’m gonna pack my pa and I’m gonna pack my aunt
I’m gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch
El Dorado fins, whitewalls and skirts
Rides just like a little bit of heaven here on earth
Well buddy when I die throw my body in the back
And drive me to the junkyard in my Cadillac