No-no, no, no, no, no-no-no, no, no-no, no, no-no
Na-no, no, na-no, no-no, na-no, no-no, no, no-no, no
Nobody can do the (Shing-a-ling) like I do
Got to know how to Pony
Like Bony Moronie
Mash Potato
Do The Alligator
Put your hand on your hips, yeah
Let your backbone slip
Do the Watusi
Like my little Lucy
Wah, wah-a Watusi
C’mon and take a chance and get-a with this dance
Wah, wah-a Watusi
Oh, baby, it’s the dance made-a for romance
Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, ahh
You can have this dance with me
You can hold my hand and
Whisper in my ear sweet words that I love to hear
Beechwood 4–5789 – The Marvellettes
When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
I bless the day I found you
I want to stay around you
Now and forever
Let it be me
Baby, now that I’ve found you
I won’t let you go
I built my world around you
I need you so, baby even though
You don’t need me now
We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning, since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No, we didn’t light it, but we tried to fight it
-“BB”-
Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
Cause you don’t love me any more?
Oh, I, could tell you why
The ocean’s near the shore
I could think of things I’d never
Thunk before,
And then I’d sit down and think some more.
While looking through the knothole in Grandpa’s wooden leg –
Why do they put the shore so near the ocean?
A snake’s belt slips, because he has no hips,
And a boy’s best friend is his mother.
Go Get The Axe – folk song, variant as recorded by the New Christy Minstrels
-“BB”-
Passengers will please refrain
From using toilets while the train
Is standing in the station (I love you) -
Therefore, we urge constipation
While the train is in the station:
If the train can’t go, then why should you?
[to the tune of Humoresque]
Take the last train to Clarksville
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four thirty
'Cause I made your reservation
Don’t be slow
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no
They took the whole Cherokee nation
Put us on this reservation
Took away our ways of life
The tomahawk and the bow and knife
Took away our native tongue
And taught their English to our young
We got, we got
Reservations, yeah!
Reservations: Simon Dupree & The Big Sound 1967 (Written by Albert Hammond Jr)
(no extracted lyrics to be found)
We gotta get out of this place
If its the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there’s a better life
For me and you
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
I’m in love with my car
Got to feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer roll bar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl I’ll have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks
Saying this is the end now
Cars don’t talk back
They’re just four-wheeled friends, now
I guess I should’ve known
By the way you parked your car sideways
That it wouldn’t last
See, you’re the kinda person that believes in makin’ out once
Love 'em and leave 'em fast
Cause I’m already gone
And I’m feelin’ strong
I will sing this vict’ry song