Oh and if you die fearin’ God
And painfully employed
You will not go to heaven,
You’ll go to Champaign, Illinois
Mother told me always to follow the golden rule
And she said it’s really a sin to be mean and cruel
So remember if you’re untrue
Angels up in heaven are looking at you
You’ll never get to heaven if you break my heart
so be very careful not to make us part
You won’t get to heaven if you break my heart
Oh no!
Ye watchers and ye holy ones,
bright seraphs, cherubim, and thrones,
raise the glad strain, Alleluia!
Cry out, dominions, princedoms, powers,
virtues, archangels, angels’ choirs:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
O come, Desire of Nations, bind
All peoples in one heart and mind
Bid envy, strife, and quarrels cease
Fill the whole world with Heaven’s peace
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite
My wife and my kids
They packed up and leave me
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen
Poor me Israelites
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers is gone
I don’t want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
(Poor me Israelites) poor me Israelites
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.
Out of play:
That song always makes me laugh, because I think of Bashir and O’Brien singing it drink on Deep Space Nine.
In play:
Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please!
In this corner, wearing white, from the City of the Big Shoulders,
The number one contender, in a ten-round exhibition for your entertainment!
So when the bell sounds, prepare yourselves for the main event!
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
Time for some action, just a fraction of friction
I got the clearance to run the interference
Into your satellite, shinin’ a battle light
Swing out the gat, and I know that will gat ya right
Here’s an example, just a little sample
How I could just kill a man
You gotta fight for your right
To PARTY!
Who’s to blame when parties really get out of hand?
Who’s to blame when they get poorly planned?
Judy and Johnny just walked through the door
Like a king with his queen
Oh, what a birthday surprise
Judy’s wearing his ring!
It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you
First we’ll pick Priscilla up and then we’ll stop for Jane
And Mary Ellen needs a ride, we’re goin’ by her place
We’re goin’ to a party, our friends will all be there
I got the directions, it’s across the river somewhere
We rang the top floor, bottom buzzer
Top floor, bottom buzzer
Top floor, bottom buzzer
The middle won’t work
Ring the one under
Well Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake
It’s about a mile down on the dark side of route eighty-eight
I got a bottle of rose so let’s try it
We’ll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I’ll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They’re built like light
Splashing through the sandbar
Talking by the campfire
It’s the simple things in life like when and where
We didn’t have no internet
But man, I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair
And we were trying different things
And we were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Who wants to break the news about Uncle Joe?
You remember Uncle Joe?
He was the one afraid to cut the cake
Who wants to tell poor Aunt Sarah?
Joe’s run off to Fire Lake
Joe’s run off to Fire Lake
Smoke!
Smoke!
Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil!
City on fire!
City on fire!
MISCHIEF! MISCHIEF!
Wearing her perfume, Chanel Number Five
Got to be the finest girl alive
Walks real cool catches everybody’s eye
She got good lovin’, she can take it high
Not too skinny and she’s not too fat
She’s a real humdinger and I like it like that
She is the Devil in the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
She is the Devil in the blue dress on
One fine night, they leave the pool hall
Heading for the dance at the Arm’ry
Libertine men and scarlet women, and ragtime, shameless music
That’ll grab your son, your daughter with the arms of a jungle, animal instinct
Mass-staria
Friends, the idle brain is the devil’s playground
They put a parking lot on a piece of land
Where the supermarket used to stand
Before that they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local palais
That’s where the big bands used to come and play
My sister went there on a Saturday
Come dancing
All her boyfriends used to come and call