Jessie is a friend
Yeah, I know, he’s been a good friend of mine
But lately something’s changed that ain’t hard to define
Jessie’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine
Her Majesty is a pretty nice girl
Someday I’m gonna make her mine, oh yeah
Someday I’m gonna make her mine
Playin’ with the Queen of Hearts
Knowin’ it ain’t really smart
Ah, but two hours of pushin’ broom
Buys an 8 by 12, 4 bit room
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I’m a man of means by no means,
King of the road…
Oh that buggy boogie woogie sweeps me off my feet
What this world needs is a good retreat
What this world needs is a good two dollar room
'n a good two dollar broom
Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world
Seven stories high, looking at the world go by-y
Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in June
Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room
Eight miles high, and when you touch down
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known
Signs in the street, that say where you’re going
Are somewhere just being their own
And the sign says “long hair freaky people need not apply”
So I put my hair under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said you look like a fine outstanding young man I think you’ll do
So I took off my hat I said “Imagine that Huh Me working for you”
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy Birthday to you
(In honor of the the Lil’wrekkers birthday. Love ya girlie, from Ma)
They say it’s your birthday
Well, it’s my birthday too, yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you
No birthday songs to sing again
Just bricks and stones to give them
A very merry unbirthday to you, to you
Happy birthday, Mister President
Happy birthday to you
Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It’s President Kennedy callin’ me up
He said, “My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?”
I said “My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot
Anita Ekberg
Sophia Loren
Country’ll grow…”
Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed lotta people but it seems the good they die young
I just looked around and he’s gone
Every mornin’ at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew ya didn’t give no lip to big John
(Big John, big John)
Big bad John (big John)
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny’s so long at the fair.
Who can it be knocking at my door?
Go 'way, don’t come 'round here no more
Can’t you see that it’s late at night?
I’m very tired, and I’m not feeling right
All I wish is to be alone;
Stay away, don’t you invade my home
Best off if you hang outside
Don’t come in, I’ll only run and hide
I’m gonna knock on your door, ring on your bell
Tap on your window too
If you don’t come out tonight when the moon is bright
I’m gonna knock and ring and tap until you do
Come to my window
Crawl inside
Wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I’ll be home soon