And when I write the book about my love
It will be about a man who’s torn in half
About his hopes and ambitions wasted through the years
The pain will be written on every page in tears
When I write the book about my love
Dear Sir or Madam will you read my book
It took me years to write
Will you take a look?
It’s based on novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
And I want to be a paperback writer
I’m workin’ on my rewrite, that’s right
Gonna change the ending
Throw away the title
And toss it in the trash
Every minute after midnight
All the time I’m spending
Is just for workin’ on my rewrite, that’s right
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?
I’ve seen those English dramas too; they’re cruel
So if there’s any other way to spell the word
It’s fine with me, with me
We’re Knights of the Round Table
We dance whene’er we’re able
We do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impeccable
We dine well here in Camelot
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot
In days of old, when knights were bold, And journeyed from their castles,
Trusty men were left behind – Knights needed not the hassles.
They helped themselves to pig and peach, And drank from king’s own chalice.
Oh, it was a stirring sight – These gypsies in the palace.
Gypsies in the Palace – Jimmy Buffett
-“BB”-
Once upon a time, when things were rotten
Not just food but also kings were rotten
Everybody took the peasants
Things were bad and that ain’t good
Then came Robin Hood
The city boys and the country boys
They come from miles around
To defy their king and country
Save the poor folks from the hands
Of the thieving dukes and abbots
And the gentry of the land
Poor Boy (The Greenwood), Electric Light Orchestra
Out of the night when the full moon is bright
Comes a horseman known as Zorro.
This bold renegade carves a ‘Z’ with his blade
A ‘Z’ that stands for Zorro
Zorro, the Fox so cunning and free,
Zorro, who makes the sign of the ‘Z’
She walks through the corn leading down to the river.
And her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun.
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her
And left me to die like the fox on the run.
She comes from a town where they call her the woodcutter’s daughter
She’s brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
And she bears it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, greatly flow, wide and clear
I don’t know why I love her like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I haven’t seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know, can you tell me
Am I in love to stay?
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Take me to the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down
Shall we gather at the river?
Where bright angel feet have trod
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God
Now I’m a soldier of fortune, I’m a dog of war
And we don’t give a damn who the killing is for
Yeah it’s the same old story with a different name
Death or glory, it’s the killing game
Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
Ride across the river to the other side
Mel Brooks’ first try at skewering the Robin Hood legend, almost twenty years before he produced Men in Tights.
IN PLAY:
it’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.
-“BB”-
Be brave, young lovers and follow your star
Be brave and faithful and true
Cling very close to each other tonight
I’ve been in love like you
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
He wear no shoe shine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca-Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together, right now, over me
If you ever go down Trinidad
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
Guarantee you one real good fine time
Drinkin’ rum and Coca-Cola
Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin’ for the Yankee dollar
Oh, beat it man, beat it
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca Cola
C-O-L-A, Cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola
L-O-L-A, Lola
La-la-la-la Lola