Bring back, oh, bring back,
Bring back my bonny to me, to me.
-“BB”-
I’ll take you home again, Kathleen
Across the water deep and wide
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
In the beginning, I believed every word that you said,
Now that you’re gone my world is in shreds
Oh, you loved me and left me,
You took all the things that I needed so bad,
I’m standing here wondering where is the love that I had?
Oh, give me silver, blue and gold,
The colour of the sky I’m told,
My rainbow is overdue
Just around the corner
There’s a rainbow in the sky
So let’s have another cup o’ coffee
And let’s have another piece o’ pie!
She’s my cherry pie
Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good, make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie (Oh, yeah)
She’s my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face, ten miles wide
Looks so good, bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie
So bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin’ "This’ll be the day that I die
“This’ll be the day that I die”
If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break
If it keeps on rainin’, levee’s goin’ to break
When the levee breaks, I’ll have no place to stay
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan, Lord
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
It’s got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home
Oh well, oh well, oh well
How high’s the water, Mama?
Two feet high and risin’
How high’s the water, Papa?
She said it’s two feet high and risin’
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat
That’s the only thing we got left that’ll float
It’s already over all the wheat and the oats
Two feet high and risin’
There’s a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw, the lights turn low
The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans, just clap your hands
Just clap your hands
There’s a crazy little shack beyond the tracks
And everybody calls it the sugar shack
Well, it’s just a coffeehouse and it’s made out of wood
Espresso coffee tastes mighty good
That’s not the reason why I’ve got to get back
To that sugar shack, whoa, baby
To that sugar shack
I got me a car that’s as big as a whale
And we’re heading on down to the Love Shack
I got me a Chrysler that seats about 20
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
Put another nickel in, in the nickelodeon
All I want is loving you and Music! Music! Music!
Please Mr. please, don’t play B-17
It was our song, it was his song but it’s over
Please Mr. please, if you know what I mean
I don’t ever wanna hear that song again
I love rock 'n roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock 'n roll
So come and take your time and dance with me"
Ow!
Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone,
Let’s pretend that we’re together all alone.
I’ll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low,
And you can tell your friend there with you, he’ll have to go.
He’ll Have to Go – Jim Reeves
-“BB”-
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather
So rough, Barbra, Barbra, Barbra, Barbra, Barbra
So rough, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
So rough, Barbra, Barbra, Barbra, Barbra, Barbra
So rough, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
So rough, Barbra, Barbra, Barbra, Barbra Streisand
Whatever happened to Randolph Scott
Ridin’ the range alone
Whatever happened to Gene and Tex
And Roy and Rex, the Durango Kid
Whatever happened to Randolph Scott
His horse, plain as can be
Whatever happened to Randolph Scott
Has happened to the best of me.
You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don’t need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free