The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play
Through a meadow land toward a closing door
A door marked “nevermore” that wasn’t there before
The lonely night discloses just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you
Can it be the trees
That fill the breeze
With rare and magic perfumes?
Oh no, it isn’t the trees
It’s love in bloom
Sung by Popeye to Olive Oyl
And all at once I knew
I knew at once
I knew he needed me
Until the day I die
I won’t know why
I knew he needed me
Sung by Olive Oyl about Popeye in Popeye
You gave me strength, to stand alone again
To face the world, out on my own again
You put me high, upon a pedestal
So high that I could almost see eternity
You needed me, you needed me
You needed me, you needed me
I want you (I want you)
I need you (I need you)
But there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you
Now don’t be sad (don’t be sad, 'cause)
'Cause two out of three ain’t bad
Now don’t be sad ('cause)
'Cause two out of three ain’t bad
And she believes in me
I’ll never know just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl
I could change the world
With my little songs, I was wrong
But she has faith in me
And so I go on trying faithfully
And who knows maybe on some special night
If my song is right
I will find a way
Find a way
She’s my baby
She’s driving me crazy
She’s got something I want you to see
Come on and show me
Show me a woman with a heart on fire
Oh show me
Show me a woman with a burning desire
You gotta show me
Show me a woman of the world
Oh and I’ll show you my girl
Show me a woman that’s got a good man
And I’ll show you a woman doin’ all she can
To make life worth livin’ for her good man
So his troubles don’t cross his mind, yeah
My heart is sad and I’m all alone
My man’s treating me mean
I regret the day that I was born
And the man I ever seen
My happiness is less today
My heart is broke, that’s why I say
Lord, a good man is hard to find
You always get another kind
I always dreamed
I’d find the perfect lover
But he turned out to be
Like every other man I loved
I had no choice from the start
Listen to me, I’ve gotta listen to my heart
Tearing us apart
Enough is enough is enough
I can’t go on, I can’t go on no more no
Enough is enough is enough
I want him out, I want him out that door now
I told, god, I’m coming
to your country
I’m going to eat up your cities,
your homes, you know
I’ve got a stomach full it’s not
a chip on my shoulder
I’ve got this growl in my tummy
and I’m gonna stop it today
I eat too much
I drink too much
I want too much
Too much
You’ve done too much,
Much too young
Now you’re married with a kid
When you could be having fun with me
Torn between two lovers
Feeling like a fool
You know the sun is shining, it’s raining in my heart
I don’t know what to do since we’ve been apart
Why don’t you tell me, babe, what is going on?
You know I love you darling, don’t want to be alone
They’re tearing us apart
They’re breaking up my heart
I knew it from the start
Your friends are tearing us apart
Although the sun is shining
High above
There’s one thing on my mind
You, my love
I see a weeping willow
In the park
Like this, there’s sadness growing
In my heart
Willow, weep for me
Willow, weep for me
Bend your branches down along the ground, and cover me
Listen to my plea
Hear me willow, and weep for me
Hey down, stay down, stay down, down
'Cause little Willy, Willy won’t go home
But you can’t push Willy ‘round
Willy won’t go, try tellin’ everybody but, oh no
Little Willy, Willy won’t go home
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo
Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin’
Bring a nickel; tap your feet
Well, now what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock and roll band?
'Cause in sleepy London Town
There’s just no place for street fighting man, no
He said, “Now you just fought one heck of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right to kill me now
And I wouldn’t blame you if you do
But you ought to thank me, before I die
For the gravel in ya gut and the spit in ya eye
'Cause I’m the son of a bitch that named you Sue”