If there’s one thing I want you to do especially for me
Then it’s something that everybody needs
Each night before you go to bed my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love
The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair, now,
And wondering what dress to wear, now,
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever, forever, we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, together, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me.
My prayer is to linger with you
At the end of the day in a dream that’s divine
My prayer is a rapture in bloom
With the world far away and your lips close to mine
It’s the wrong game, with the wrong chips,
Though your lips are tempting they’re the wrong lips!
They’re not his lips, but they’re such tempting lips
That it’s all right with me.
Inside himself,
He follows the wrong directions
Perfect English words all right
But with the wrong inflections
But look at the dust at his feet
He’s not the one she loves
It was a different man, no he’s never been found
You can be so up, you can be so down
It was a different man, no he’s never been there
You can be halfway, you can be all there
It was a different man, no he’s never been here
You can be so close, you can be so near
It was a different man, playing different cards
You can be so soft, you can be so hard
Now Leroy, he’s a gambler
And he likes his fancy clothes
And he likes to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody’s nose
There’s a place in the world
For a gambler
There’s a burden that only
He can bear
There’s a place in the world
For a gambler,
And he sees
Oh, yes he sees…
On the fifth day of Christmas, my pisan gave to me
Five golden chains
Four Seasons singing
Three fresh cannoli
Two pinkie rings
And a ride in his Lamborgini.
1 for the flaming sun
2 for the location
3 for the martyrs and the stars
4 for the wind and sand
5 so you understand
6 for the slips 'twixt the cup and the lips
1 for the cockpit blues
2 for the Panzer crews
3 for the vast and molten sky
4 for the failed talks
5 for the knives and forks
6 for forbidden kicks
All the yobbos in the sticks
[This song was written and recorded shortly before 9-11. FWIW.]
12 Silver crosses
11 Black mascaras
10 Pairs of platforms
9 Tattered t-shirts
8 Pentagrams
7 Leather jackets
6 Cans of hairspray
5 Skull earrings
4 Quarts of Jack
3 Studded belts
2 Pairs of spandex pants
And a tattoo of Ozzy!
On the twelth day of Christmas the Phantom gave to me
12 YEARS in Phantom
11 pyrotechnics
10000 cast changes
9 cameras flashing
8 diva dancers
7 candlelabras
666 a chandelier in pieces
5 high E’s
4 fog machines
3 pretty harmonies
2 Christines
And the sweaty piece of porcelein on his face
Gotham City,
Night-time now is falling;
Batman, Robin,
Commissioner Gordon’s calling:
A madman’s gone astray
And he threatens us today
And the mystery is one I can’t solve quite
Help me solve
The Riddle of the Night!
I don’t talk to strangers.
It seems a waste of time
To hear someone you don’t know
Recall a life you won’t know.
Those who talk to strangers
Might not intend a crime.
But still, all such occasions
Are dangerous situations.
Note: This song, with lyrics by Tim Rice and recorded by Placido Domingo, uses a tune from
Andrew Lloyd Webber that was later recycled into The Phantom of the Opera as “All I Ask of You”
[that is so cool]
Don’t talk to strangers
'Cause they’re only there to do you harm
Don’t write in starlight
'Cause the words may come out real
Don’t hide in doorways
You may find the key that opens up your soul
Don’t go to heaven
'Cause it’s really only hell
Don’t smell the flowers
They’re an evil drug to make you lose your mind
Don’t dream of women
'Cause they only bring you down
Don’t open the door to strangers
Don’t let them in, to your heart
They only want to take you far from me
Don’t open the door tonight
Don’t trust the man in the windows
Don’t let him buy all your dreams
He only wants to make them all his own
Don’t open the door tonight
See the angry sea, it’s a sign for me
There’s another shore, what we waiting for
Feel the wind is sad, all the things I had
Blown away and falling around me
Don’t leave your thoughts unguarded
Don’t let them float where they will
They never tell me what I want to know
Don’t open the door tonight
Someone’s knocking at the door,
somebody ringing the bell,
someone’s knocking at the door,
somebody ringing the bell,
do me a favour, open the door
and let 'em in, yeah, yeah.
Who can it be knocking at my door?
Stay away! Don’t come 'round here no more.
Somebody’s knockin’, should I let him in?
Lord, it’s the Devil. Would you look at him?
I’ve heard about him but I never dreamed
He’d have blue eyes and blue jeans.
Devil with a blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with a blue dress on.
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon in the middle of the road.
And he said:
“Play the best song in the world, or I’ll eat your soul.”
Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other,
and we each said… “Okay.”
And we played the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The Best Song in the World, it was The Best Song in the World.