Well, up popped that first Cool Cat
He said, "My, look at that,
"Man, do you see what I see?
“I want that little chick”
“I want that middle chick”
“Hey, mon, save one chick for me”
I don’t wanna be a chicken
I don’t wanna be a duck…
So I shake my butt…
(Repeat “ “ over and over til you wanna die. It’s a preschool song we all run turn off if it comes on the kids channel!)
Hey, daddy-o
I don’t wanna go down to the basement
There’s somethin’ down there
I don’t wanna go
(You can’t have “I (don’t) wanna” without getting the Ramones into the action.)
I wasn’t expecting this
Now everything is destroyed
Underneath us are the nothings
Underneath them is a void
Beyond that void is a place
Where figments from bad dreams are banished
Childhood nightmares all come seeking
And adult logic nearly vanished
Chaos
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It’s just the beasts under your bed
In your closet, in your head
Exit light
Enter night
Grain of sand
Help
There’s a monster under my bed (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
And I think that he might want me dead
He said, if I let him go I’ll regret
All of the damage he’s done to my head
It’s one eyed, one horned flyin’ purple people eater.
Bless my soul, it’s one eyed, one horned flyin’ purple people eater…
Sure looks fine to me…
I’m doing fine
Up here on Cloud Nine
(Listen, one more time!)
I’m doing fine
Up here on Cloud Nine
Cloud Nine – The Temptations
-“BB”-
I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She’s got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Selling little bottles of love potion number nine
I was born one morning when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number 9 coal
And the straw boss said, “Well-a bless my soul!”
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind by your gentle stove
Turn me out into the wild, baby
Stumblin’ in the neon grove
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic
Surry down to a stoned soul picnic (Can you surry, can you picnic?)
There’ll be lots of time and wine
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine (Red yellow honey)
Red yellow honey, sassafras and moonshine, moonshine
Stoned soul, yeah
Surry on, soul
Well, they’ll stone you when you’re tryin’ to be so good
They’ll stone you just like they said they would
They’ll stone you when you’re trying to go home
Then they’ll stone you when you’re there all alone
Everybody must get stoned
Hey, did you rock ‘n’ roll?
Rock on!
Ooh, my soul,
Hey did you boogie too? Rock on!
Don’t blame it on the sunshine
Don’t blame it on the moonlight
Don’t blame it on the good times
Blame it on the boogie
Blame it on the bossa nova with its magic spell
Blame it on the bossa nova that he did so well
Oh, it all began with just one little dance
But then it ended up a big romance
Blame it on the bossa nova
The dance of love
Who’s to blame when parties really get out of hand?
Who’s to blame when they get poorly planned?
Crashers get bombed, slobs make a mess
You know sometimes they’ll even ruin your wife’s dress
Crashers getttin’ bombed
Who’s to blame?
Can you pull it back in line?
Can you salvage it in time?
What can you do to save a party?
Parcheesi, charades?
A spur-of-the-moment scavenger hunt
Or Queen of the Nile? (aah, who turned out the lights?)
Monopoly, 21 checkers, and chess
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
I’ll see you in Heaven if you make the list
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Come on baby, let’s twist again like we did last summer,
Yeah, twist again like we did last year.
Do you remember when things were really hummin’
Yeah, lets twist again, twistin’ time is here…