Anybody here see the noise, see the fear and commotion
I think we missed it
Anybody here see the love, see the hate, the emotion
Don’t give me no hand me down shoes
Don’t give me no hand me down love
Don’t give me no hand me down world
I got one already
Hand Me Down My Bible
Oh, Glory-O! Now I′m the Lord’s disciple.
Oh, Glory-O! Now hand me down me bible.
I like my liquor and my livin′ hard. May the Lord save my soul.
My salvation was the turn of card. My heart’s as black as coal,
Hand Me Down My Bible. The Dubliners
Hand me down my walkin’ cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don’t be late
'Cause we ain’t got time to chat
I just got an invitation through the mails
Your presence requested this evening
It’s formal, a top hat, white tie and tails
If you’re blue, and you don’t know where to go to
Why don’t you go where fashion sits?
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat, perfect fits
Puttin’ on the Ritz
That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
As I was walkin’ 'round Grosvenor Square
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air
From the other direction, she was calling my eye
It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try
Look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Look around
Leaves are brown
There’s a patch of snow on the ground
All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
I’ve been for a walk (I’ve been for a walk)
On a winter’s day (on a winter’s day)
I’d be safe and warm (I’d be safe and warm)
If I was in L.A. (if I was in L.A.)
California dreamin’ (California dreamin’)
On such a winter’s day
A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock I am an island
Candy came from out on the Island
In the back room she was everybody’s darling
But she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head
She says, “Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side”
Said, “Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side”
Candy took the pearls, got ahead of the girls
Got on top and found the secret entrance
Are you satisfied?
Through neon doors, 'cross killing floors
She got sucked into a champagne desert
Are you satisfied?
Candy on the beach
There’s nothing better
But I like candy
When it’s wrapped in a sweater
I’d make a million trips to her lips
If I were a bee
Because she’s sweeter than chocolate candy to me
She’s confectionary
Well it’s a darn good life
And it’s kinda funny
How the Lord made the bee
And the bee made the honey
And the honeybee lookin’ for a home
And they called it honeycomb
And they roamed the world and they gathered all
Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball
And the honeycomb from a million trips
Made my baby’s lips
Well, I’m a king bee, buzzin’ around your hive
Well, I’m a king bee, buzzin’ around your hive
Well, I can make honey, baby, let me come inside
I’m young and able to buzz all night long
I’m young and able to buzz all night long
Well, when you hear me buzzin’, baby
Some stingin’ is going on
I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king.
I’ve been up and down and over and out, and I know one thing –
Each time I find myself flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.
-“BB”-
Nothing’s impossible, I have found
For when my chin is on the ground
I pick myself up, dust myself off
And start all over again
Beauty queen of only 18
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at her door
I’ve had her so many times
Somehow I want more
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
When you get to the porch they’re gone on the wind