Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch, it’s old age, and it’s wisdom
It whispers, no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
Away out here, they’ve got a name
For rain and wind and fire.
The rain Is Jack, the fire Is Joe and they call the wind Mariah.
You try to gimme your money
You better save it, babe
Save it for your rainy day
I have only one burning desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire
I can turn the gray sky blue
I can make it rain whenever I want it to
Oh, I can build a castle from a single grain of sand
I can make a ship sail, huh, on dry land
But my life is incomplete and I’m so blue
'Cause I can’t get next to you
Will you make me some magic with your own two hands?
Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?
I can do that
I can do that
-“BB”-
I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something, something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry
Last night I watched the news from Washington
The capital
The Russians escaped while we weren’t watching them
Like Russians will
Now we’ve got all this room
We’ve even got the moon
And I hear the USSR will be open soon
As vacation land for lawyers in love
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia’s always on my mind
Oh, show me around your snow-peaked mountains way down south
Take me to your daddy’s farm
Let me hear your balalaika’s ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm
I’m back in the USSR.
Hey you don’t know how lucky you are boys
Back in the USSR.
My little China girl
You shouldn’t mess with me
I’ll ruin everything you are
You know
I’ll give you television
I’ll give you eyes of blue
I’ll give you a man who wants to rule the world
And when I get excited
My little China girl says
“Oh, baby, just you shut your mouth”
She says, “Shhh…”
The people of the town are strange
And they’re proud of where they came
Well, you talkin’ 'bout the China Grove (talkin’ 'bout the China Grove)
Whoa, oh, China Grove.
-“BB”-
Now follow me for a quiet day
Out riding on the trails
Away from smog and traffic clog
Where all the pigs have tails
I’m in shady grove
Shady Grove my honey
Shady grove my true love
I’m bound for Shady Grove (yeah)
The naughty lady of Shady Lane has the town in a whirl
The naughty lady of Shady Lane
Me-oh, my-oh, what a girl
There’s a little hotel called the Shady Rest at the junction
(Petticoat Junction)
It is run by Kate, come and be her guest at the junction
(Petticoat Junction)
And that’s Uncle Joe, he’s a movin’ kind of slow at the junction
(Petticoat Junction)
The number eight, a white black state
A gentle trait, the broken crate
A heavy weight or just too late
Like pretty Kate has sex ornate
K-K-K-Katy, beautiful Katy
You’re the only g-g-g-girl that I adore
When the m-m-m-moon shines over the cow shed
I’ll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door
You should never argue with a crazy mi-, mi-, mi-, mi-, mi-, mind
You oughta know by now
You can pay Uncle Sam with the overtime
Is that all you get for your money
Money
Get away
You get a good job with more pay and you’re okay
Money
It’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star, daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team
Well, my mom an papa told me, son, you gotta make some money
If you want to use the car to go ridin’ next Sunday
Well I didn’t go to work, told the boss I was sick
Now you can’t use the car 'cause you didn’t work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what I’m gonna do
'Cause there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues
Summertime, and the livin’s easy
Bradley’s on the microphone with Ras MG
All the people in the dance will agree
That we’re well-qualified to represent the L.B.C
Me, me and Louie, we gonna run to the party
And dance to the rhythm, it gets harder
Sing, get on up and dance to the music
Get on up and dance to the music
Dance to the Music, dance to the music
Dance to the Music, dance to the music