And 'til they come to get me
I will hold your hand in mine
Hold my hand
Want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand
I’ll take you to a place where you can be
Hold my hand
Anything you wanna be because
I wanna love you the best that, the best that I can
I don’t know what it is I like about you, but I like it a lot
Won’t you let me hold you, now, let me feel your lovin’ touch
I know what I like, and I like what I know;
getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show
You can leave your hat on.
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down Park Avenue?
On that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air
High hats and Arrow collars
White spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime for a wonderful time
Let’s go slumming, take me slumming
Let’s go slumming on Park Avenue
Let us hide behind a pair of fancy glasses
And make faces when a member of the classes passes
Let’s go smelling where they’re dwelling
Sniffing everything the way they do
Let us go to it, they do it
Why can’t we do it too?
Let’s go slumming, nose thumbing, on Park Avenue
Down on the boulevard they take it hard
They look at life with such disregard
They say it can’t be won
The way the game is run
But if you choose to stay
You wind up playing anyway
It’s okay
Well, it’s all right even if they say you’re wrong
Well, it’s all right, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well, it’s all right as long as you got somewhere to lay
Well, it’s all right, every day is Judgment Day
Go down, Miss Moses, there ain’t nothin’ that you can say
‘Cause just ol’ Luke and Luke’s waitin’ on the Judgment Day
“Well, now Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?”
He said, “Do me a favor, son, won’t you stay an’ keep Anna Lee company?”
He said if you don’t have good words to say
Don’t wake me up until the Judgment Day
'Cause if nothing is the way it seems
Then this life is just a haunted dream
And all this love is just falling down through the years
And oh, I’d rather sleep
Wake me up on Judgment Day
Let me hear golden trumpets play
Give me life where nothing fails
Not a dream in a wishing well
Wake up all the doctors make the ol’ people well
They’re the ones who suffer an’ who catch all the hell
But they don’t have so very long before the Judgement Day
So won’tcha make them happy before they pass away
The day of wrath, on that day,
It will dissolve the world into glowing ashes,
As attested to by David with Sibyl.
Death come a knockin’ on that Christian’s door
Said, “Oh, Christian, are you ready to go?”
He said, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes-yes-yes
Because I just got on my travelin’ shoes (Ain’t paid my dues)”
[Refrain]
Yeah, singin’, “Yes, yes, yes”
Oh, Lordy, “Yes, yes, yes
Because I just got on my travelin’ shoes”
Yeah, singin’, “Yes, yes, yes”
Oh, Lordy, “Yes, yes, yes
Because I just got on my travelin’ shoes”
Yeah, singin’, “Yes, yes, yes”
Oh, Lordy, “Yes, yes, yes
Because I just got on my travelin’ shoes”
Lady in a turban, cocaine tree
Does a dance so rhythmically
She’s cryin’, and a singin’ and having a time
and gee that cocaine tree look fine
You’ve got to put on your sailin’ shoes
Put on your sailing shoes
Everyone will start to cheer
When you put on your sailin’ shoes
Hey, I put some new shoes on
And suddenly everything is right
I said, hey, I put some new shoes on
And everybody’s smiling, it’s so inviting
I want to put on my, my, my, my, my boogie shoes
Just to boogie with you, yeah
I want to put on my, my, my, my, my boogie shoes
Just to boogie with you, yeah
I’m your boogie man, that’s what I am
I’m here to do whatever I can
Be it early morning, late afternoon
Or at midnight, it’s never too soon
Yo, don’t try to front like it’s so gloomy and gray
‘Cause we all pick our boogers sometime every day
Whether out in the open or on a sneak tip
With a finger, tissue, or even a Q-Tip
Take it from the Biz Markie because I’m jokin’
And also, remember this slogan
“Hey, ma, what’s for dinner?
Go up your nose and pick yourself a winner”
You are the sunshine, baby
Whenever you smile
But I call you Stormy today
All of a sudden, that ol’ rain’s falling down
And my world is cloudy and gray