Push up every morning - ten times
Push up starting low
Once more on the rise, nuts to the flabby guys!
Go, you chicken fat, go away!
Go, you chicken fat, go!
And when the odds are against him
And there’s dangerous work to do
You bet your life Speed Racer
Will see it through.
Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer
Go Speed Racer, Go!
Tooling down the highway doing seventy-nine
I’m a twin pipe papa and I’m feelin fine
Hey man dig that was that a red stop sign
Transfusion transfusion
I’m just a solid mess of contusions
Never never never gonna speed again
Slip the blood to me Bud
No one knows what happened that day
How his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath, they heard him say
Beep, beep, beep, beep
His horn went beep, beep, beep
Now, we’re doing a hundred and ten
This certainly was a race
For a Rambler to pass, a Caddy
Would be a big disgrace
The guy must’ve wanted to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
If you’re on a highway and a road runner goes beep beep
Just step aside or you might represent a heap
Road Runner Road Runner runs down the road all day
Even the coyote can’t make him change his ways
Road Runner
(Beep beep!)
The coyote’s after you
Road Runner
(Beep beep!)
If he catches you you’re through
Says, I’m a road runner, baby
Got to keep on keeping on, hey
And I live the life I love
And I’m gonna love the life I live
Says, I’m a road runner, baby
I wanna say I love the life I live
And I’m gonna live the life I love
Up here on Cloud Nine
I-I-I-I-I, I’m riding high
(On Cloud Nine)
You’re as free as a bird in flight
(Cloud Nine)
There’s no difference between day and night
(Cloud Nine)
It’s a world of love and harmony
(Cloud Nine)
You’re a million miles from reality
(Reality) I wanna sail upper, higher
Upper, up, up, and away
I said hey (Hey), you (You), get off of my cloud
Hey (Hey), you (You), get off of my cloud
Hey (Hey), you (You), get off of my cloud
Don’t hang around 'cause two’s a crowd on my cloud, baby
Hey Joe
Where’re you goin’ with that
Gun in your hand
Hey Joe,
I said, where’re you goin’
With that gun in your hand
I’m goin’ down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin’ around
With another man
I’m goin’ down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin’ around
With another man
(And that ain’t too cool)
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I’m no good
I sit here by myself
And you know I love it
You know I don’t want someone
To come pay a visit
I wanna be by myself
I came in this world alone
Me, myself, I
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock I am an island
Rocky Top, you’ll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good ol’ Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town
Sat a boy and his guitar
And the people came from all around
And all the girls from there to Austin
Were slipping away from home and putting jewelery in hock
To take the trip, to go and listen
To the little dark-haired boy
That played the Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Nighttime would find me in Rosa’s cantina
Music would play and Felina would whirl
Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina
Wicked and evil while casting a spell
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love but in vain, I could tell
Down to the south of the Mexican border
Wicked Alcalde is having his way
Soldiers go out with the tax collectors
And threatens the peasants if they cannot pay
The harvest was poor, and so are the people,
The soldiers still beat them 'til they cannot stand
Can no one resist this dreaded Alcade
And put an end to his evil demands?
Suddenly someone is there is the distance
Dressed all in black he stands stro-o-ong
The soldiers all charge him but he swings above them
Smashing his foes as he hollers, “KABONG!”
Out of the night,
When the full moon is bright,
Comes the horseman known as Zorro.
This bold renegade
Carves a “Z” with his blade,
A “Z” that stands for Zorro.
Zorro, Zorro, the fox so cunning and free,
Zorro, Zorro, who makes the sign of the Z.
In the heart of the night
In the cool southern rain
There’s a full moon in sight
Shining down on the Pontchartrain
And the river she rises
Just like she used to do
She’s so full of surprises
She reminds me of you
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
In the heart of the night
Oh, whoa, down in New Orleans
Well, way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of the dreamy scenes
Ah, there’s a Garden of Eden
Ah, you know what I mean