Have you seen your mother, baby, standing in the shadow?
Have you had another, baby, standing in the shadow?
I’m glad I opened your eyes
The have-nots would tried to freeze you in ice
Have you seen your brother, baby, standing in the shadow?
Have you had another baby, standing in the shadow?
You’ve painted up your lips and rolled, and curled your tinted hair
Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere?
The shadow on the wall tells me the sun is going down
Oh Ruby, don’t take your love to town
Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
And she painted my eyes and lips
Then I stepped into a satin dancin’ dress
That had a split on the side clean up to my hip
It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
Standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
There stood a woman where a half-grown kid had stood
She said, “Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.”
Put your frock on, Jean Marie
Plait your hair, Felicity
Paint your nails, little Sally Joy
Put this wig on, little boy
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But my ma won’t admit it
I’m a boy, I’m a boy
But if I say I am, I get it
Baby, take off your coat
Real slow
Baby, take off your shoes
Here, I’ll take your shoes
Baby, take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
Oh, my, my, oh, hell yes
Honey, put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song
Take me as I come 'cause I can’t stay long
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Happy Birthday, Rebo!
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin’ soft against my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin’
And I can’t believe I see –
A hundred yellow ribbons ‘round the ol’ oak tree.
Tie A Yellow Ribbon – Tony Orlando and Dawn
-“BB”-
You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don’t need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
Get up in the mornin’, get on the bus
Get up in the mornin’ like the rest of us
Places to go, important people to meet
Better not get up or you might lose your seat
Bus rider
Thank you so much!
Have mercy, been waitin’ for the bus all day
Have mercy, been waitin’ for the bus all day
I got my brown paper bag and my take-home pay
Bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
She ain’t got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Ooh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes and nobody knows like me
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Scarborough Fair/Canticle – Simon & Garfunkel
-“BB”-
Well a Sunday at the fair can make a memory more valuable than gold
Especially when you’re ten years old
It was on the fifth of August
The weather fair and mild
Unto Brigg Fair I did repair
For love I was inclined
I got up with the lark in the morning
And my heart was full of glee
Expecting there to meet my dear
Long time I’d wished to see
Then you may take me to the fair
If you do all the things you promise
In fact, my heart would break should you not take me to the fair
Our State Fair is a great State Fair is a great is a great is a great State Fair Hey!
But Johnny’s so long at the Fair.