Just keep it friendly girl
Cuz I don’t wanna leave
Don’t start clingin’ to me girl
Cuz I can’t breathe
Baby baby don’t get hooked on me
Baby baby don’t get hooked on me
Cuz I’ll just use you then I’ll set you free
Baby baby don’t get hooked on me
I love to see you strut,
Up and down the floor
When you talking to me,
That baby talk
I like it like that
Whoa, yeah!
Talk that talk, walk that walk
You are my baby love, my baby love
You make the sun come up Oh boy (oh boy)
You’re my every, everything that I could ever dream of
You are my baby love, my baby love
You make the sun come up Oh boy (oh boy)
You’re my every, every, every, everything
Been a minute and we still holding it down
Butterflies every time you come around
You make me, so crazy
It’s crazy, oh baby
And I don’t ever wanna be with no one else
You’re the only one that ever made me melt
You’re special, boy it’s your, your style
We so in love
Oh you know you’re gettin’ really hard to be with
And you’re cryin’ every time you turn around
And you wonder why you cannot pick your head up
Off the ground
Oh my crazy baby
Try to hold on tight
Oh my crazy baby
Don’t put out the light
Inch by inch
Row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing,
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow
Let it grow
Greatly yield.
Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn
That stretched as far as the eye can see
That’s a whole lot of cornflakes,
Near enough to feed New York till 1973
Cultivation is my station and the nation
Buys my corn from me immediately
And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks
Tip New York’s corn flakes in the sea
You gotta get on outta here with that alley-cat-coat-wearing,
punch-bucket-shoe-wearing crumbcake I saw you with.
Cause you dismissed!
That’s right, Silly rabbit, tricks are made for kids, don’t you know that.
You without me is like corn flakes without the milk!
This is my world. You’re just a squirrel trying to get a nut!
Now get on outta here. Scat!
Don’t Come Around Here No More
Don’t come around here no more
Don’t come around here no more
Whatever you’re looking for
Hey! Don’t come around here no more
I’ve given up. I’ve given up-
I’ve given up on waiting any longer
I’ve given up, on this love getting stronger
I don’t feel you anymore
You darken my door
Whatever you’re looking for
Hey, don’t come around here no more
Mama don’t allow no guitar music 'round here
I don’t care what Mama don’t allow
Gonna play my music anyhow
Mama don’t allow no guitar music 'round here
Don’t care to hear ‘em play a tango
I’m in no mood to take a mambo
It’s way too early for the congo
So keep on rockin’ that piano
That’s why I go for that rock and roll music
Any old time you use it
It’s got a back beat, you can’t loose it
Any old time you use it
Only got rock ‘n’ roll music
If you wanna dance with me
If you wanna dance with me
Here’s another dance that I think you’ll like
You stand still and do nothing,
It’s called The Strike
You don’t have to use your body, ain’t it a groove?
You just wait until someone else makes the first move.
Ahh.
Baby, baby, when you do The Fly,
Your arms are wasted wavin’ in the sky.
Ahh.
Come on and hold me like a lover should.
Watusi makes you feel so good.
Wah-a-wah, wah, a-Watusi.
Oh, baby, it’s the dance,
Made a-for romance.
We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
Cause your friends don’t dance
And if they don’t dance
Well they’re no friends of mine.
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
I danced on a Friday when the world turned black
It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body, they thought I was gone
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after … waaaaaards
Lunes, martes. miércoles, jueves,.
Viernes, sábado y domingo.
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love
Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate
Sunday, Monday, Happy Days.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days.
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days.
The weekend comes,
My cycle hums,
Ready to race to you.