“Come down, come down Red Molly” said Sgt. McCray
“For they’ve taken young James Avery for armed robbery.”
“Shotgun blast in his chest left nothing inside”
“Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside”
When she came to the hospital, there wasn’t much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said, “I give you my Vincent to ride”
Though I am weary, I can’t stop to rest
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere Felina has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for
One little kiss and Felina, goodbye
Just a song before I go
A lesson to be learned
Traveling twice the speed of sound
It’s easy to get burned
I need to be myself
I can’t be no one else
I’m feeling supersonic, give me gin and tonic
You can have it all, but how much do you want it?
You make me laugh
Give me your autograph
Can I ride with you in your BMW?
You can sail with me in my yellow submarine
Would you like to fly in my beautiful balloon?
Way up in the sky in my beautiful balloon?
Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip and see
Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip with me
Smokin’ them wildwood flowers got to be a habit
We never seen no harm
We thought it was kinda handy
Take a trip and never leave the farm
Big 'ole puff of that wildwood weed and the next thing you know you’re just wand’ring 'round behind the little animals…
Ah, but fortunately I have the key to escape reality
And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile
It don’t cost very much, but it lasts a long while
Won’t you please tell the man I didn’t kill anyone
No I’m just tryin’ to have me some fun
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
I shot the sheriff
But I did not shoot the deputy
Happiness is a warm gun, bang bang, shoot shoot
Happiness is a warm gun momma, bang bang, shoot shoot
Love is required whenever he’s hired
He comes right before the kill
No one can catch him; no hitman can match him
For his million-dollar skill
One golden shot means another poor victim
Has come to a glittering end
If you wanna get rid of someone
The man with the golden gun
Will get it done!
He’ll shoot anyone!
With his golden gun!
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, you shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Don’t keep saying that it’s alright, it’s alright
It seems you went just a little too far this time
Heard a bang bang bang, and down you go
It’s just a job I do
'Cause the harder you run the harder you fall
I’m coming down hard on you, hard on you
If you could see yourself now, baby
It’s not my fault, you used to be so in control
You’re going to roll right over this one
Just roll me over, let me go
You’re laying blame
Take this as no, no, no, no, no
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Then blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
It’s not my thing, so let it go
My son could have been a doctor or a lawyer, rich and true
Instead he burned up like a piggy on a barbecue
Should we blame the matches?
Should we blame the fire?
Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?
Heck no!
Blame Canada!
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
Moonlight becomes you
It goes with your hair
You certainly know the right thing
To wear
Moonlight becomes you
I’m thrilled at the sight
And I could get so romantic tonight
When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
Age of Aquarius