Look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside
There’s bound to be a better ride
Than what you’ve got planned
Carry a cup in your hand
All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)
And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)
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 girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin, so hot
We’ll melt your popsicle
So when you hear the bell go ‘ding-a-ling’,
That’s the Popsicle Man and he’s the goody king.
Save Popsicle wrappers and before long,
You’ll win a phonograph to play this record on.
Popsicle – Jan and Dean
-“BB”-
I’m a yo-yo man.
I’m your boogie man, that’s what I am
You’ve got to remain to bein’ yourself…you cannot be
Nobody else, it ain’t no use tryin’ bein’ no whirlwind
An’ uh, jumpin’ here an’ an’ playin’ checkers with
Your own life, that ain’t gonna work, baby…
Now repeat these words behind me:
“I am what I am”…now that`s all you are…
And I yam what I yam what I
Yam and I yam what I
Yam and that’s all that I yam
'cause I yam what I yam
And I gots a lot of muskle
And I only gots one eye
And I never hurts nobodys and
I’ll never tell a lie
Tops to me bottoms and me bottoms to me top
And that’s the way it is 'till
The day that I drop what am I?
I yam what I yam!
Ah, he likes bread and butter
Ah, he likes toast and jam
Ah, that’s what his baby feeds him
Ah, he’s her loving man
Well, I like bread and butter
I like toast and jam
That’s what baby feeds me
I’m her loving man
Jam up and jelly tight
My, my, my, my baby
Now you’re outta sight
Jam up and jelly tight
You look a little naughty
But you’re so polite
Jam up and jelly tight
You won’t say you will but
There’s a chance that you might
Now, Joey got some jelly and he spread it out
Spread it out
Spread it out
Joey got some jelly and hе spread it out
Spread that jelly out
Now I’m wild about my jelly
'Bout my sweet jelly roll
When you taste my jelly
You wanna take me right home
She’s got a shape like Venus, pretty as a rose
Where she comes from, goodness knows
She struts like a peacock, wiggles like a snake
Let me tell you for goodness sake
It must be jelly, 'cause you know jam don’t shake, yeah
I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
She’ll make you breakfast, she’ll make you toast
But she don’t use butter, and she don’t use cheese
She don’t use jelly, or any of these
She uses Vasoline
Play the tape machine
Make the toast and tea
When I’m mobile
Well, I can lay in bed with only highway ahead
When I’m mobile
Keep me moving
Toast and marmalade for tea,
Sailing ships upon the sea,
Aren’t lovelier that you,
Or the games I see you play.
Hey, Carrie Anne
What’s your game now? Can anybody play?
Hey, Carrie Anne
What’s your game now? Can anybody play?
Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willy, Willy is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builds a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
Ah, but I got it from Agnes –
Or maybe it was Sue?
Or Millie or Billie or Gillie or Willie,
It doesn’t matter who.
I Got It From Agnes – Tom Lehrer
-“BB”-
Who’s that pale, available matron
Underneath the peacock’s tail?
Why, can’t you guess?
That’s Flaming Agnes
Emancipated lady!