Mama, take this badge off of me,
I can’t use it anymore.
It’s getting dark, too dark to see.
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.
Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door – Bob Dylan
So I quit the police department
Got myself an honest job
Wow, man, it’s a drag being a rock
(Help, I’m a rock)
(Help, I’m a rock)
(Help, I’m a rock)
I wish I was anything but a rock
Heck, I’d even like to be a policeman
Hey, you know what?
You know maybe if I practice, you know
Maybe if I pass my driving test
I could get a gig drivin’ that bus that pick the freaks up
In front of Ben Frank’s, right?
I said, now I’ve got my Magic Bus (too much, Magic Bus)
I drive my baby every way (too much, Magic Bus)
Each time I go a different way (too much, Magic Bus)
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all
“Dance a little closer to me, dance a little closer now
Dance a little closer tonight
Dance a little closer to me, it’s closing time
And love’s on sale tonight at this five and dime”
I want to live right here
On the old Mohave
Live my life in low gear you savvy
And nothing’s so tragic cause it’s all about magic
Take it away
Love saves the day
When it’s showtime at the Bagdad Gas and Oil Cafe
When it’s showtime at the Bagdad Gas and Oil Cafe
You have to believe we are magic
Nothin’ can stand in our way
You have to believe we are magic
Don’t let your aim ever stray
And if all your hopes survive
Destiny will arrive
I’ll bring all your dreams alive
For you
I’ll bring all your dreams alive
For you
You sigh, the song begins
You speak and I hear violins
It’s magic
The stars desert the skies
And rush to nestle in your eyes
It’s magic
It’s Magic. Doris Day
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings, and sealing wax, and other fancy stuff
Oh, ho, ho
It’s magic, you know.
Never believe it’s not so.
Magic – Pilot
-“BB”-
That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine
Woo-hoo, witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo-hoo, witchy woman
She got the moon in her eyes
Dark lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one
Danced to her gypsy music 'til her brew was done
Dark lady played black magic 'til the clock struck on the 12
She told me more about me than I knew myself
She danced around and round to a guitar melody
From the fire, her face was all aglow
How she enchanted me
Oh, how I’d love to hold her near
And kiss and forever whisper in her ear
I love you, gypsy woman
I love you, gypsy woman
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Oh, say has anybody seen my
Sweet Gypsy Rose?
Here’s her picture when she was my
Sweet Mary Jo
Now she’s got rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
Say has anybody seen my
Sweet Gypsy Rose?
Five foot two, eyes of blue
But oh, what those five foot could do
Has anybody seen my girl?
Turned up nose, turned down hose
Never had no other beaus
Has anybody seen my girl?
“Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue” Al Jolson
You’m a five foot flirt in the robes of an angel,
You better had leave I alone.
Why, the way you’re acting it nearly unnerves I,
The thing that preserves I is my joviality.
Though I’ve got trouble as thick as the stubble
'Tis you that’s the worst of them all.
Keep out of my track and if you want to come back
You can crawl, crawl, crawl.
I don’t have to go by plane
I ain’t gotta go by car
I don’t care just where my darling is
People I just don’t care how far
I’m gonna crawl, I’m gonna crawl
I don’t care if I got to go back home
I don’t care what I got to stand again baby
I’m gonna crawl, I’m gonna crawl