The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The MInnow would be lost.
The Ballad of Gilligan’s Island – The Wellingtons
-“BB”-
I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear
The stairs creak as I sleep
It’s keeping me awake
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes
And some days I can’t even dress myself
It’s killing me to see you this way
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
“LIttle Talks,” Of Monsters and Men
Everybody listen to me
And return me my ship
I’m your captain, I’m your captain
Though I’m feeling mighty sick
John Henry told his captain,
‘A man ain’t nothin’ but a man.
But before I let your steam drill beat me down
I’d die with a hammer in my hand, Lord, Lord
I’d die with a hammer in my hand.’
The Ballad of John Henry – Traditional; these lyrics attributed to Pete Seeger
-“BB”-
I’m a steamroller baby
I’m 'bout to roll all over you
I’m a steamroller baby
I’m 'bout to roll all over you
I’m gonna inject your soul
With some sweet rock ‘n’ roll
I’m a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
I’m a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
I’m a demolition derby
A hefty hunk, steaming junk
Elvis
Well, you know I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
She brings me everything and more, and just like I said
Well, if I go down dyin’, you know she bound to put a blanket on my bed.
Santa’s comin’ in a pickup
Instead of his trusty sleigh
He’ll have a truck instead of reindeer
To carry him on his way
'Cause the weatherman had some problems
He couldn’t get snow you see
Santa’s gonna come in a pickup truck
When he visits you and me
Walk on your tiptoes
Don’t try “No-Doz”
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows
“Subterranean Homesick Blues,” Bob Dylan
Teacher don’t you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin’ ain’t allowed in schoo
We don’t need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
Young teacher, the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly
Knows what she wants to be
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait
For School to start again…
Whatever happened to all this season’s
Losers of the year
Every time I got to thinking
Where’d they disappear?
But when I woke up, Mom and Dad
Are rolling on the couch
Rolling numbers, rock and rollin’
Got my KISS records out
Well, now momma, poppa told me: “Son, you better watch your step.”
If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my dad myself.
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night…
Kiss me underneath the mistletoe (kiss me underneath the mistletoe)
Show me, baby, that you love me so-oh-oh, oh, oh, oh (oh, oh, oh, yeah
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing
A ring, I don’t mean on the phone
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry, tonight
Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney
Stuck in my chimney, stuck in the chimney
Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney
When he came last year
Santa’s on his way
It’ll soon be Christmas day
I think he crashed his sleigh
He’s drinking special brew!
Cans are on the floor
Right now he’s drinking more
Well, Santa broke the law
He’s drinking special brew!
But Santa refused to take the breath-a-lizer test.
“In that case buddy…, you’re under arrest…!”
They frisked him where he landed on that little housetop;
Found a miniature bottle of Peppermint Schnapps.
Santa got a DWI
For weaving around in the sky.
Believe me, I wouldn’t lie!
Oh…, Santa got a DWI
Santa Got a D.W.I. – Sherwin Linton
-“BB”-