Billy Cotton & Dick Van Dyke ! - whatever next ?
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Singing sweet savages lost in our world
This big-eyed girl sees her faces unfurl
Now she’s in purple, now she’s the turtle
Disintegrating
Christine, the strawberry girl
Christine, banana split lady
Christine, Siouxsie & The Banshees
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl
Oh, I don’t know just why, she simply caught my eye
The Rain, The Park, and Other Things, The Cowsills
If you’re going to San Francisco,
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.
If you’re going to San Francisco,
You’re gonna meet some gentle people there.
Scott McKenzie - San Francisco
-“BB”-
The loveliness of Paris
Seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome
Is of another day
I’ve been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
And I’m coming home to my city by the bay
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars!
And the morning fog will chill the air
I Left My Heart In San Francisco
Tony Bennett
San Francisco, open your golden gate
You’ll let nobody wait outside your door
San Francisco, here is your wanderin’ one
Saying I’ll wander no more.
Judy Garland
California, here I come!
Right back where I started from!
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the spring.
Each morning, at dawning, birdies sing and everything.
A sun-kissed miss said, “Don’t be late!”
That’s why I can hardly wait;
Open up that Golden Gate!
California, here I come!
Al Jolson - California, Here I Come
-“BB”-
If everybody had an ocean
Across the U. S. A.
Then everybody’d be surfin’
Like Californi-a
You’d seem ‘em wearing their baggies
Huarache sandals too
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo
Surfin’ U. S. A.
–The Beach Boys
California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day
The Mamas & the Papas
Gone is the green grass, the trees have turned brown.
The sky has gone gray, it’s now winter’s day.
The parks they are empty, no squeaks from the swings.
No kids are at play, it’s now winter’s day.
Tommy Roe - It’s Now Winter’s Day
-“BB”-
The fire still burns at night
My memories are warm and clear
But everybody knows it’s hard to be alone at this time of year
It was only a winter’s tale
Just another winter’s tale
And why should the world take notice
Of one more love that’s failed
David Essex - A Winter’s Tale
And the cars
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the people that drive
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the cares I’ve
Lost in the drift
Are there
Theirs, ours,
Lost in the drift
Are
Are
Are
Are
Are…
Driven
Driven together
And driven apart
The Sisters of Mercy - Driven Like The Snow
Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It’s the only way to live
In cars.
Gary Numan, “Cars.”
While riding in my Cadillac, what, to my surprise,
A little Nash Rambler was following me, about one-third my size.
The guy must have wanted it to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)
Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)
His horn went, beep, beep, beep. (Beep! Beep!).
The Playmates - Beep Beep
If you’re on the highway and Road Runner goes “beep-beep”,
Just step aside or you might end up in a heap.
Road Runner, Road Runner runs on the road all day.
Even the coyote can’t make him change his ways.
Road Runner, the coyote’s after you.
Road Runner, if he catches you you’re through.
“The Road Runner Show” theme song - written and performed by Barbara Cameron
-“BB”-
Grab a fence post, hold it tight,
Womp your partner with all your might.
Hit him in the chin, hit him in the head,
Hit him again, that critter ain’t dead.
Womp him low and womp him high,
Stick your finger in his eye.
Pretty little rhythm, pretty little sound,
Bang your heads against the ground.
–Hillbilly Hare Hoedown
Find a wheel, and it goes 'round, 'round, 'round
As it spins along with a happy sound
As it goes, along the ground, ground, ground
‘Til it leads you to the ones you love
Sia
What goes up must come down
Spinnin’ wheel got to go ‘round
Talkin’ ‘bout your troubles it’s a cryin’ sin
Ride a painted pony let the spinnin’ wheel spin
Blood Sweat and Tears
Dizzy
I’m so dizzy, my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool, it never ends
And it’s you, girl, making it spin
You’re making me dizzy
Tommy Roe