He couldn’t move a mountain
Nor pull down a big old tree-ee
But my daddy became a mighty big man
With a simple philosophy
Do what you do do well boy
Do what you do do we-ell
Give your love and all of your heart
And do what you do do well.
Do What You Do Well. Ned Miller
Big boss man, can’t you hear me when I call
Big boss man, can’t you hear me when I call
Well, you ain’t so big, you’re just tall, that’s all
Because you had to be a big shot, didn’t you?
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn’t you?
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
You know what everything’s about
You had to have a white-hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night, oh-oh
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You’re never gonna get my love
Hey baby, Missus Cold
Acting so tough
Didn’t know you had it in you to be hurt at all
You waited too long
You should have hooked me
Before I put my raincoat on
Hey, hey baby
I wanna know
If you’ll be my girl
When you turn and walk away
That’s when I want to say
Come on baby give me a whirl
I wanna know, I wanna know
When you turn and walk away
That’s when I want to say
Come on baby give me a whirl
I wanna know if you’ll be my girl
Hey Baby. DJ Ötzi
Seems to me
You don’t want to talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head and walk away
There’s an old voice in my head
That’s holding me back
Well, tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love
Some days I don’t know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Everybody’s talking at me
I don’t hear a word they’re saying
Only the echoes of my mind
People stopping, staring
I can’t see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
The shadow of your smile
When you are gone
Will color all my dreams
And light the dawn
Look into my eyes
My love and see
All the lovely things
You are to me
The more I see you, the more I want you
Somehow this feeling just grows and grows
With every sigh, I become more mad about you
More lost without you and so it goes
Ooh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you, but
Ooh, I’d die to find out
Ooh, I want you, I don’t know if I need you, but
Ooh, I would die to find out
I’m the kind of person who endorses a deep commitment
Getting comfy, getting perfect is what I live for
But a look, then a smell of perfume
It’s like I’m down on the floor and I don’t know what I’m in for
I Want You. Savage Garden
I’ve got a bike, you can ride it if you like
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings, and
Things to make it look good
I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things
Well
I’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates
You’ve got a brand new key
I think that we should get together
And try them on to see
I’ve been looking around the world
You’ve got something for me
Ohhh
I’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates
You’ve got a brand new key
I got twenty acres
An’ you got fortythree
Now I got a brand new combine harvester
An’ I’ll give you the key
It was twenty years ago today
Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play
They’ve been going in and out of style
But they’re guaranteed to raise a smile
Let’s all get up and dance to a song
That was a hit before your mother was born
Though she was born a long, long time ago
A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
He’s a music man and he sells clarinets to the kids in the town with the big trombones and the rat-a-tat drums, big brass bass, big brass bass, and the piccolo, the piccolo with uniforms, too with a shiny gold braidon the coat and a big red stripe runnin’ . . .
Well, I don’t know much about bands, but I do know you can’t make a living selling big trombones, no sir.
Mandolin picks, perhaps and here and there a juice harp.
No, the fellow sells bands, Boys bands. I don’t know how he does it but he lives like a king and he dallies and he gathers and he plucks and shines and when the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper pays him! Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir. When the man dances, certainly boys, what else? The piper pays him!
Your head is humming and it won’t go
In case you don’t know
The piper’s calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?