When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school
It’s a wonder I can think at all
And though my lack of education hasn’t hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall
Mama gives you money for Sunday school
You trade yours for candy after church is through
Smoking cigarettes and writing something nasty on the wall (you nasty boy)
Teacher sends you to the principal’s office down the hall
You grow up and learn that kind of thing isn’t right
But while you were doing it-it sure felt out to sight
Sitting in the classroom, thinking it’s a drag
Listening to the teacher rap, just ain’t my bag
The noon bells rings, you know that’s my cue
I’m gonna meet the boys on floor number two!
Smokin’ in the boys’ room
Smokin’ in the boys’ room
Now, teacher, don’t you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin’ ain’t allowed in school
Fe-fe, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He’s a clown, that Charlie Brown
He’s gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always pickin’ on me?)
Well, Snoopy swore that he’d get that man
So he asked the Great Pumpkin for a new battle plan
He challenged the German to a real dogfight
While the Baron was laughing, he got him in his sight
They call me the hunter, that’s my name
A pretty woman like you, is my only game
I bought me a love gun, just the other day
And I aim to aim it your way
Ain’t no use to hide, ain’t no use to run
'Cause I’ve got you in the sights of my love gun
I understand you’ve been running from the man
That goes by the name of the Sandman.
He rides the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that’s abandoned.
Seven lonely days and a dozen towns ago
I reached out one night and you were gone
Don’t know why you’d run, what you’re running to or from
All I know is I want to bring you home
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go tell that midnight rider
Tell the gambler, the rambler, the back biter
Tell them God Almighty gonna cut 'em down
You may run on for the long time
Run along for the long time
Run along for the long time
Let me tell you God Almighty gonna cut you down
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire
I’ve got no strings to hold me down
Got no time to pack my bags, my foot’s outside the door
All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’ it’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’, he’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I’m so lonesome, I could cry
I’m So Lonesome, I Could Cry – Hank Williams & the Drifting Cowboys
-“BB”-
Loneliness is the cloak you wear
A deep shade of blue is always there
The sun ain’t gonna shine anymore
The moon ain’t gonna rise in the sky
The tears are always clouding your eyes
When you’re without love, baby
Yesterday and tomorrow’s found
Fused as one upon solid ground
As all around the milling crowd
Confuse themselves with raging sounds
And their loves forgetfulness abounds
So be thankful for your greasepaint-clown
If loneliness wears the crown of the Veteran Cosmic Rocker
Here come the jesters, 1 2 3
It’s all part of my fantasy
I love the music
And I love to see the crowd
Dancing in the aisles
And singin’ out loud, yeah
Here come the dancers, one by one
Your momma’s callin’ but you’re having fun
You find you’re dancin’ on the number 9 cloud
Put your hands together now, and sing it out loud
It’s all part of my rock and roll fantasy, yeah
It’s all part of my rock and roll dream, yeah
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Circus life under the big-top world
We all need the clowns to make us smile
Through space and time, always another show
Wonderin’ where I am lost without you
Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here