Now the race is on and here comes pride up the backstretch
Heartaches are goin’ to the inside
My tears are holdin’ back, they’re tryin’ not to fall
My heart’s out of the runnin’, True Love’s scratched for another’s sake
The race is on and it looks like heartache
And the winner loses all.
The Race Is On – George Jones
-“BB”-
There’s a racecourse in the sky
And that’s where all the racing horses must go by and by
And I believe (I believe) every steward, lord and groom,
I believe (I believe) that they’re calling her name
She would look at me in the eyes and that was all she had to say
She stood her stand at sixteen hands and I’d ride her easy
But they’ve taken, they’ve taken my racehorse away
They’ve taken my racehorse away
They’ve taken my racehorse away
Richard Thompson
I guess I should’ve closed my eyes
When you drove me to the place where your horses run free
'Cause I felt a little ill when I saw all the pictures
Of the jockeys that were there before me …
Little Red Corvette - Prince
Barney Google, with the goo-goo-goo-ga-ly eyes.
Barney Google, thought his horse could win the prize.
He got odds of ten to eight; Spark Plug came in three days late.
Barney Google, with the goo-goo-goo-ga-ly eyes.
I love you, you love me
We’re a happy family
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won’t you say you love me too?
I love you, you love me
We’re best friends like friends should be
With a great big hug
And a kiss from me to you
Won’t you say you love me too?
This morning
I woke up with this feeling
I didn’t know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself
I’d hide it to myself
And never talk about it
And did not go and shout it
When you walked into the room
I think I love you
(I think I love you)
She’s walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you’ll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
Well, its eight o’clock in Boise, Idaho
I’ll find my limo driver
Mister, take us to the show
I done made some plans for later on tonight
I’ll find a little queen
And I know I can treat her right
What’s your name, little girl?
What’s your name?
Shootin’ you straight, little girl
Won’t you do the same?
Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
I am he
As you are he
And you are me
And we are all together.
I am the Walrus, The Beatles
We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day, so let’s start giving
There’s a choice we’re making
We’re saving our own lives
It’s true we’ll make a better day, just you and me
(By everyone)
He’s got the whole world in His hands
He’s got the whole wide world in His hands
Me and you and a dog named Boo,
Travellin’ and livin’ off the land.
Me and you and a dog named Boo
How I love being a free man.
Me and You and a Dog Named Boo – Lobo
(ninja’ed … but I claim the win because I used words from the previous submission)
-“BB”-
Oh, but ain’t that America
For you and me
Ain’t that America
Something to see, baby
Ain’t that America
Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses
For you and me
Oooh, little baby
For you and me
Pink Houses John Mellencamp
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes all the same
There’s a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
Malvina Reynolds
Well I, see you got your
Brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Yes I, see you got your
Brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, you must tell me, baby how your
Head feels under somethin’ like that
Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Bob Dylan
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice when she’s ten feet tall
Jefferson Airplane
For 24 years I’ve been living next door to Alice.
Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?
Smokie
For the record, that line (‘Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?’) is NOT a part of original lyrics. It’s a drunken frat-boy add-on, similar to the equally-vulgar line that Billy Idol tacked on when he covered the Tommy James and the Shondells song ‘Mony Mony’.
In play:
it was about four or five hours later that Alice (Remember Alice? There’s a song about Alice…), Alice came by and, with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had another Thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat, and didn’t get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.
Alice’s Restaurant Massacree – Arlo Guthrie
-“BB”-
Alice Long
You’re still my favorite girlfriend
Alice Long
And I don’t forget about you
When you’re gone
Even though right now you feel you don’t belong
You’re still my favorite girlfriend
Alice Long
Tommy Boyce