For still our ancient foe
does seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great,
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth is not his equal.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger
I’ll eat the plants and the fruit from the trees
And I’ll live on vegetables and I’ll grow on seeds
But I don’t eat animals and they don’t eat me
Oh no, I don’t eat animals 'cause I love them, you see
I don’t eat animals, I want nothing dead in me
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good God almighty which way do I steer
Oh, but folks lately I have been spotted
With a Big Mac on my breath
Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders
With a face as white as death
I’m afraid someday they’ll find me
Just stretched out on my bed
With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips
And a Ding Dong by my head
You know that what you eat you are
But what is sweet now, turns so sour
We all know ob-la-di-bla-da
But can you show me, where you are?
You’ve gotta eat your spinach, baby
That’s the proper thing to do
It’ll keep you kind of healthy too
And what it did for Popeye it will do for you
I’m strong to the finish
'Cos I eats me spinach
I’m Popeye the Sailor Man
He lives down there in his valley (Brussels sprouts)
The cat stands tall and green (spinach)
Well, he ain’t no prize, and there’s no women his size
John. Big Bad John.
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
And they say there’s a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it’s better, but I say it ain’t
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun
You know that only the good die young
Good Golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball
Oooh, Good Golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball
When you’re rockin’ and a-rollin’
Can’t hear your mama call
Good Golly Miss Molly. Little Richard
Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think I’m almost chokin’ from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you’re smokin’ 'bout scare me half to death
Open up the window, sucka, let me catch my breath
Mama told me not to come
Relax, don’t do it
When you wanna go to it
Relax, don’t do it
When you wanna come
You gotta go where you wanna go
Do what you wanna do
With whoever you wanna do it with
And if things don’t change for
Better or worse
Well man you must be dead
But you don’t have to give up hope
And you don’t have to give up dope (until you do)
And you don’t have to change your ways
You just have to be what you are my friends today …
That’s what the Octave Doctor says …
Now the doctor say I need rest
For I need is her tenderness
He put me on the critical list
When all I need is her sweet kiss
He gave me a medicated lotion
But it didn’t soothe my emotion, yeah
Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can
Put the lime in the coconut and mix it all up.