She comes in colors everywhere
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
everyone you meet
All that you slight
everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that’s to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
“There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it’s all dark.”
If you believed they put a man on the moon
(Man on the moon)
If you believed there’s nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Moonchild
Lower me down
Moonchild… lower me down down down down down down
Well I’m listening to an empty void
You can’t see for they’ve burned before
Well they take you down to bear your shame
Longevity in my veins
Yes I’m bein’ followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin’ and hoppin’ on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plough, lose my land
Oh if I ever lose my hands
Oh i…if, I won’t have to work no more
Lazybones, sleepin’ in the sun
Never gonna get a day’s work done
People see you having fun
Just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It’s the work that we avoid
And we’re all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all day
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated, the boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum like it was the boss’s head, because I…
I don’t want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day (hey, hey)
I don’t want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day (I can bang that drum)
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh
What can you do?
What can you do?
With a brat like that always on your back
What can you lose?
Do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Do the peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat
Now, where he at
Where he at
Where he at
Where he at
I like bread and butter
I like toast with jam
Terry got a muffin and he buttered it down
Buttered it down
Buttered it down
Terry got a muffin and he buttered it down
Buttered that muffin down
Do you know the Muffin man
The Muffin man, the Muffin man
Oh, do you know the Muffin man
Who lives on Drury Lane?
The muffin man is seated at the table
in the laboratory of the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen.
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon,
he gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin
remnants and brushing his scapular aside,
Proceeds to dump these inside of his shirt…
He turns to us and speaks:
“Some people like cupcakes better.
I for one care less for them!”
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, come on you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Don’t you call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who’s fat
When I walk out to get my mail
It measures on the Richter scale
Down at the beach I’m a lucky man
I’m the only one who gets a tan
If I have one more pie a la mode
I’m gonna need my own zip code
Hey, hey, hey!
Here’s Fat Albert
And I’m gonna sing a song for you
And Bill’s gonna show you a thing or two
You’ll have some fun now
With me and all the gang
Learning from each other
While we do our thing
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
I’ll get over you, I know I will
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
'Cause I’m the king of wishful thinking