When life is too much, roll with it, baby
Don’t stop and lose your touch, oh no, baby
Hard times knocking on your door
I’ll tell them you ain’t there no more
Get on through it, roll with it, baby
So let’s get to the point
Let’s roll another joint
And let’s head on down the road
There’s somewhere I gotta go
And you don’t know how it feels
You don’t know how it feels
To be me
Rooooooooll another one
Just like the other one
That one’s burned just 'bout to the end
So come on and be a real friend
Don’t Bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Don’t Bogart that joint, my friend
Pass it over to me
Well, I’ma write a little letter
I’m gonna mail it to my local DJ
Yeah, it’s a jumping little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today
You know my temperature’s rising
The jukebox blowing a fuse
My heart’s beating rhythm
And my soul keep a-singing the blues
Chuck Berry
Sweet little lady sings like a songbird
And she sings the opera like you ain’t never heard
But she ain’t ready
No, no, no, she ain’t ready
No, no, no, she ain’t ready
And she ain’t gonna rock and roll
She’s sweet on Wagner
I think she’d die for Beethoven
She loves the way Puccini lays down a tune
And Verdi’s always creeping from her room
If there’s a cure for this
I don’t want it, I don’t want it
If there’s a remedy
I’ll run from it, from it
Think about it all the time
Never let it out of my mind
'Cause I love you
I’ve got the sweetest hangover
I don’t wanna get over
The sweetest hangover
I got a hangover, whoa-oh-oh
I’ve been drinking too much, for sure
I got a hangover, whoa-oh-oh
I got an empty cup, pour me some more
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 (yeah) (oh, oh)
She loved me so long and she loved me so hard
I finally passed out in her front yard (whoo)
It wasn’t wine that I had too much of
It was a double shot of my baby’s love
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Just gotta say that back in the '60s, that was the quintessential garage band song.
In play:
The radio is blastin’, someone’s knockin’ at the door
I’m lookin’ at my girlfriend, she’s passed out on the floor
I seen so many things I ain’t never seen before
Don’t know what it is, I don’t wanna see no more
-“BB”-
And the radio played that forgotten song
Brenda Lee’s “Coming On Strong”
And the newsman sang his same song
Oh, one more radar lover gone
This is the theme to Garry’s Show,
The theme to Garry’s show.
Garry called me up and asked if I would write his theme song.
I’m almost halfway finished,
How do you like it so far,
How do you like the theme to Garry’s Show.
Who’s the leader of the club
That’s made for you and me?
M-I-C-K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E
Mickey Mouse (Donald Duck!)
Mickey Mouse (Donald Duck!)
Forever let us hold our banner high
High, high, high!
Come along and sing our song
Come join our jamboree
M-I-C-K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
It’s wonderful to be here
It’s certainly a thrill
You’re such a lovely audience
We’d like to take you home with us
We’d love to take you home
If you want to find the Sergeant Major, I know where he is,
I know where he is, I know where he is.
If you want to find the Sergeant Major, I know where he is,
He’s cowering on the dug-out floor.
I saw him, I saw him, cowering on the dug-out floor,
I saw him, cowering on the dug-out floor.
Jet, was your father as bold as a Sergeant Major?
Oh, how come he told you that you were hardly old enough yet?
And Jet, I thought the Major was a Lady Suffragette
Oh don’t lean on me man
'Cause you can’t afford the ticket
I’m back on Suffragette City
Oh don’t lean on me man
'Cause you ain’t got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight
She’s all right
Cast off the shackles of yesterday
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray
Our daughters’ daughters will adore us
And they’ll sing in grateful chorus
Well done
Sister Suffragette
But in these times of change
You know that it’s no longer true
So we’re comin’ out of the kitchen
‘Cause there’s somethin’ we forgot to say to you, we say
Sisters are doin’ it for themselves
Standin’ on their own two feet
And ringin’ on their own bells, we say
Sisters are doin’ it for themselves
One less bell to answer…
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry
-“BB”-
If your sweetheart sends a letter of goodbye
It’s no secret you’ll feel better if you cry
When waking from a bad dream
Don’t you sometimes think it’s real?
But it’s only false emotions that you feel
If your heartaches seem to hang around too long
And your blues keep getting bluer with each song
Remember sunshine can be found behind a cloudy sky
So let your hair down and go on and cry
Johnnie Ray