Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose, get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter
I put my hand in my father’s glove
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself, and you can look at others diff’rently
Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee
Take your baby by the hand
And make her do a high handstand
And take your baby by the heel
And do the next thing that you feel
Baby, take off your coat…(real slow)
Baby, take off your shoes…(here, I’ll take your shoes)
Baby, take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes
You can leave your hat on
Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It’s a beauty way to go.
Take off! To the Great White North!
All your life
You’ve never seen
A woman taken by the wind.
Would you love her forever?
If she promised you heaven?
If she promised you heaven?
Heaven, I’m in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together, dancing cheek to cheek
Don’t speak
I know just what you’re sayin’
So please stop explainin’
Don’t tell me 'cause it hurts
You talk too much
You talk too much
I can’t believe the things that you say
Every day
If you keep on talking baby
You know you’re bound to drive me away
Talk, it’s only talk
Arguments, agreements
Advice, answers
Articulate announcements
It’s only talk
All you do to me is talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk
All you do to me is talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk, talk
All you do to me is talk, talk
Everybody’s talkin’ at me
I don’t hear a word they’re sayin’
Only the echoes of my mind
Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice.
The Fool on the Hill – The Beatles
-“BB”-
Wise men say only fools rush in,
But I can’t help falling in love with you…
Don’t touch me, please, I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I’m gonna pack my things and go
My friends know what’s in store
I won’t be here anymore
I’ve packed my bags
I’ve cleaned the floor
Watch me walkin’
Walkin’ out the door!
Singing in the sunshine, laughing in the rain
Hitting on the moonshine, rocking in the grain
Got no time to pack my bags, my foot’s outside the door
I got a date, I can’t be late, for the high hopes hailla ball, uh uh, uh uh, yeah
So long, boy, you can take my place.
Got my papers, I got my pay.
So pack my bags and I’ll be on my way
To Yellow River.
Yellow River – Christie
-“BB”-
It’s a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn’t understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It’s a steady job
But he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Time to rock the road and tell the story of the jelly rollin’
Dirty boots are on, hi di ho
Pinking out the black, dreaming in a crack
Satan got her tongue, now it’s undone
I got some dirty boots, yeah dirty boots
I got some dirty boots, baby
Dirty boots