Here comes the rich man in his big long limousine
Here comes the poor man all you got to have is green
Here comes the banker and the lawyer and the cop
One thing for certain it ain’t never gonna stop
When it all gets too heavy
That’s when they come and they go, they go
With only one thing in common
They got the fire down below
Fat man in his garden
Thin man at his gate
My God you must be sleeping
Wake up, it’s much too late
Put my money in your meter baby so it won’t run down
But you caught me in a squeeze play on the cheesy side of town
Throw me a dime, throw me a line
'Cause there’s a fat man in the bathtub with the blues
I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan (I hear you moan)
Yeah
Splish splash, I was taking a bath
Long about a Saturday night, yeah
A rub dub, just relaxing in the tub
Thinking everything was alright
Well, I stepped out the tub, put my feet on the floor
I wrapped the towel around me
And I opened the door, and then a
Splish, splash, I jumped back in the bath
Well, how was I to know there was a party going on?
First we’ll pick Priscilla up and then we’ll stop for Jane
And Mary Ellen needs a ride, we’re goin’ by her place
We’re goin’ to a party, our friends will all be there
I got the directions, it’s across the river somewhere
We rang the top floor, bottom buzzer
Top floor, bottom buzzer
Top floor, bottom buzzer
The middle won’t work
Ring the one under
There’s a fog upon L.A
And my friends have lost their way
We’ll be over soon they said
Now they’ve lost themselves instead
Please don’t be long
Please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long
Or I may be asleep
I need a west L.A. girl, already know what I need to know
I need a west L.A. girl, already know what I need to know
Lord, just how far to go.
West L.A. fadeaway, here’s one chance you say.
She tries to live by the golden rule.
Said you treat other people right,
Other people probably treat you cool.
From the South Bay to the Valley
From the West Side to the East Side
Everybody’s very happy
'Cause the sun is shining all the time
Looks like another perfect day
I love L.A. (we love it)
I love L.A. (we love it)
We love it
Uptown Girl,
Living in her uptown world.
I bet she’s never had a backstreet boy,
I bet her Mama never told her why…
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and grandpa we believe
Up on the house top, reindeer pause
Out jumps good old Santa Claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, Christmas joys
When santa got stuck the chimney he began to shout
“You girls and boys won’t get any toys
If you don’t pull me out
My beard is black
There’s soot in my sack
My nose is tickling too!”
When santa got stuck up the chimney
A-choo, a-choo, a-choo!
I know a guy who goes to shows
When he’s at home and he blows his nose
He don’t use tissues
Or his sleeves
He don’t use napkins, or any of these
He uses magazines
Over the river and through the woods
Oh, how the wind does blow
It sting the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady on a white horse
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
She shall have music wher’er she goes
Her long blonde hair
Falling down across her arms
Hiding all the lady’s charms
Lady Godiva
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Four sisters like angels
With angel voices sing
About Christmas in Nebraska
Not worrying 'bout a thing
Everybody’s got a thing
But some don’t know how to handle it
Always reachin’ out in vain
Accepting the things not worth having but
Don’t you worry 'bout a thing
Don’t you worry 'bout a thing, mama
Cause I’ll be standing on the side
When you check it out