Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don’tcha know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Here comes Mary lookin’ for Harry
She gonna choogle tonight
Here comes Louie, works in the sewer, Lord
He gonna choogle tonight
Keep on chooglin’
Keep on chooglin’
Keep on chooglin’
Chooglin’
Chooglin’, Chooglin’, Chooglin’
Feelin’ good
No, you can’t stop the feelin’
No, you can’t stop the feelin’
No, not now
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Keep on truckin’ on
Keep on truckin’ on
Keep on truckin’
Keep on truckin’ on
Keep on truckin’
Well now keep on truckin’ mama, truckin’ my blues away
Keep on truckin’ mama, truckin’ my blues away
Here you come mama big as sin, tell what you been doin’ by the shape you’re in
So keep on truckin’ mama, truckin’ my blues away
Truckin’, like the do-dah man
Once told me “You’ve got to play your hand”
Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime
If you don’t lay’em down
Sometimes the light’s all shinin’ on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it’s been
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn’t the same
Livin’ on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
All a friend can say is “Ain’t it a shame”
Truckin’, up to Buffalo
Been thinkin’, you got to mellow slow
Takes time to pick a place to go
And just keep truckin’ on
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall
Take the wonder drug that cures all your ills –
Take Jeremiah Peabody’s
Polyunsaturated,
Quick dissolvin’, fast actin’,
Pleasant tastin’ green and purple pills.
Jeremiah Peabody’s (etc.) – Ray Stevens
-“BB”-
I was born in the wagon of a travelin’ show
My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
From nowhere through a caravan
Around the campfire light
A lovely woman in motion
With hair as dark as night
Her eyes were like that of a cat in the dark
That hypnotized me with love
She was a gypsy woman
She was a gypsy woman
Carry me, caravan, take me away
Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain
Andalusia with fields full of grain
I have to see you again and again
Take me
Spanish Caravan
Yes I know you can
Carry me back yeah to old Virginny
That’s where the cotton and corn and taters grow
That’s where the birds yeah warble sweet in the spring-time
That’s where this heart of mine, yeah longs to go
Carry Me Back to Old Virginny. Ray Charles
Take me back to Chicago
Lay my soul to rest
Where my life was free and easy
Remember me at my best
Take me back to Chicago
Where music was all I had
I tried to be good as I could
And sometimes that made me sad
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming
We’re finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
These bastards stole their power
From the victims of the Us v Them years
Wrecking all things virtuous and true
The undermining social democratic downhill slide into abysmal
Lost lamb off the precipice into the trickle down runoff pool
They hypnotized the summer, ninteen-seventy-nine
Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous
Wicked and able, media-ready
Heartless, and labeled
Super US citizen, super achiever
Mega ultra power dosing, relax
Defense, defense, defense, defense
Sit down, John!
Sit down, John!
For God’s sake, John, sit down!
Not now John, we’ve got to get on with the film show
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
(End of the rainbow)
Who cares what it’s about as long as the kids go
(As long as the kids go)
So, not now John, we’ve gotta get on with the show
(Gotta get on, gotta get on)
Oh, I’ve been used (ooh-ooh)
I’ve been a fool, oh, what a fool
I broke all the rules, oh yeah
But I must let the show go on
Welcome back my friends
To the show that never ends
We’re so glad you could attend
Come inside, come inside
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
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground, what have we found?
The same old fears, wish you were here