Prophet six zero zero nine one
This is the flight number of our galactic sun
Prophet six zero zero nine one
Before we start you should know that you’re not the only one
Who can hurt me
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
(Ten)
Ground Control
(Nine)
To Major Tom
(Eight, seven, six)
Commencing countdown
(Five)
Engines on
(Four, three, two)
Check ignition
(One)
And may God’s love
(Lift-off)
Be with you
Bop bop bop bop bop
Five, four, three, two, wave!
One, two, three, four
Can I have a little more?
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
I love you
A, B, C, D
Can I bring my friend to tea?
E, F, G, H, I, J
I love you
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It’s the most remarkable word I’ve ever seen
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I wish I knew exactly what I mean
It starts out like an “A” word, as anyone can see
But somewhere in the middle it gets awful “QR” to me
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If I ever find out just what this word can mean
I’ll be the smartest bird the world has ever seen
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab”
Means ‘Monk, I love but you’
‘Baba, daba, dab’ in monkey talk
Means ‘Chimp, I love you, too’
One night they were made man and wife
And now they cry, “This is the life”
Since they came from their aba daba honeymoon
Comin’ over pretty soon, Babbette baboon
Run, run, catch her soon, draft of dawn, sunshine on Babbette baboon
Mother say son, she say son, you can’t lose, with the stuff you use
Abba Zaba go-zoom Babbette baboon
An evening late in June
A formal dinner at Babette’s
The talk is sharp and swift
And yet the atmosphere is fraught
With tension
Everyone is there
Corrupt–and debonair
A Mayfair-set convention
Follow her home where she lives with some friends
They have some good things to add to the blend
The game’s expanded, invaded her place
You’re the only one who’s forgotten his face
You’re saying, no no no I must be on my way
But it really has been a pleasant night
And you go so slow, hope they’ll ask you to stay
And indifference gives you a fright
And I said:
No no no no, I don’t smoke it no more
I’m tired of waking up on the floor
No, thank you, please,
It only makes me sneeze
And then it makes it hard to find the door
And don’t it seem like
Kicks just keep gettin’ harder to find
And all your kicks ain’t bringin’ you peace of mind
Before you find out it’s too late, girl
You better get straight
The buzzard told the monkey,
"You are choking me
“Release your hold, and I will set you free”
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye, said:
“Your story’s so touching, but it sounds like a lie”
Once upon a time there was an engineer
Drove a locomotive both far and near
Accompanied by a monkey who would sit on a stool
Watching everything the engineer would move
People all over the world
Join hands
Join the love train
Love train
Down around the corner, half a mile from here
You see them long trains runnin’ and you watch 'em disappear
Without love
Where would you be now?
Without love
Early in the evenin’, just about supper time
Over by the courthouse, they’re starting to unwind
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin’
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Hitchin’ up the buggy, churnin’ lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I’ll raise another
Think you’re really righteous?
Think you’re pure in heart?
Well, I know I’m a million times as humble as thou art
I’m the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night, scorin’ points for the afterlife
So don’t be vain and don’t be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your Heine
We been spending most our lives
Livin’ in an Amish paradise
The telex machine is kept so clean, and it types to a waiting world
And Mother feels so shocked; Father’s world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Well, Sweet 16 ain’t so peachy-keen
No, it ain’t so neat to admit defeat
And they can see no reason, cuz there are no reasons
What reason do you need?
Tell me why?
“I don’t like Mondays”
Tell me why?
“I don’t like Mondays”
Tell me why?
“I don’t like Mondays; I wanna shoot the whole day down”
I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too
Thursday, I don’t care about you
It’s Friday, I’m in love
Monday, you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday, I’m in love
Monday; I can’t wait til Tuesday
If I made up my mind, Wednesday would be fine
Thursday’s on my mind
Friday, give me time
Saturday, wait
Could Sunday be too late?