Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna get my love
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long (So long)
Where did we go wrong?
Dear Mister Fantasy, play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy
Mister Sandman, someone to hold
Would be so peachy before we’re to old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, brings us
Please, please, please
Mister Sandman, bring us a dream
Mister Five by Five
He’s five feet tall and he’s five feet wide
He don’t measure no more from head to toe
Than he do from side to side
Ev’ry mornin’ at the mine you could see him arriv
He stood six foot six and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew, ya didn’t give no lip to Big John
Well the South side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown
Now Leroy more than trouble
You see he stand 'bout six foot four
All the downtown ladies call him “Treetop Lover”
All the men just call him “Sir”
I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died
Brother what a night it really was
Brother what a fight it really was, glory be
Last night I heard my momma singin’ a song
Ooh wee, chirpy chirpy cheep cheep
Woke up this mornin’ and my momma was gone
Ooh wee, chirpy chirpy cheep cheep
Chirpy-chirpy-cheep-cheep-chirp
Don’t you weep pretty baby
Don’t you weep pretty baby
She’s long gone with her red shoes on
Gonna need another loving baby
She’s gone, she’s gone
Oh I, oh I
I better learn how to face it
Oh I, oh I
I’d pay the devil to replace her
She’s gone, and she’s gone
Oh why, what went wrong?
I’m goin’ to Jackson, you turn-a loosen my coat.
‘Cos I’m goin’ to Jackson.
"Goodbye, " that’s all she wrote.
Wednesday morning at five o’clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Woke up this morning, my head was so bad
The worst hangover that I ever had
What happened to me last night
That girl of mine, she loved me so right
Now I’m back at the bar, she went a little too far
She done me wrong, all I got is this song
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
Hey, won’t you play
Another somebody done somebody wrong song
And make me feel at home
While I miss my baby, while I miss my baby
I miss my Swiss,
My Swiss miss misses me,
I miss the bliss
That Swiss kiss gives to me.
I hear her yodeling sweet mel-l-l-l-odies,
Like the birds, like the bees
In the Schweitzer trees.
Let me tell ya 'bout the birds and the bees
And the flowers and the trees
And the moon up above
And a thing called “love”
Blah blah blah blah moon
Blah blah blah above
Blah blah blah blah croon
Blah blah blah blah love