This girl tasted love
As tender as the gentle dawn
She cried a single tear
A teardrop that was sweet and warm
Our hearts told us we were right
And on that sweet and velvet night
A child had died
A woman had been born
And I can remember the Fourth of July
Running through the backwood bay
And I can still hear my ol’ hound dog barking
Chasing down a hoodoo there
Chasing down a hoodoo there
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
I’m goin’ back some day
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo
For tonight, I’m a-gonna see my, my cher au mi-oh
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the Bayou
Mama lives in Mandeville
I can hardly wait until
I can hear my Zydeco
And laissez le bon ton roulet
And take rides in open cars
My brother knows where the best bars are
Let’s see how these blues’ll do
In the town where the good times stay
Let the good times roll
Let them knock you around
Let the good times roll
Let them make you a clown
Let the Good Times Roll - The Cars
Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my surface hid
Smiling in the public, I
But in my lonely room, I cry
The tears of a clown
When there’s no one around, oh, yeah, baby
Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move,
Where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t’avvelena il cor!
All at once there’s a fat guy in a clown suit.
Ain’t Haller-ween, that’s for shore.
Then this here feller, this Punchy Neller,
Begins to beller – Like we all was deef.
“Ha ha ha ha ha!”
That was PAL-YAT-CHEE an’ he sung:
He said now
Why do they ride for their money
Tell me why do they ride for short pay
They ain’t a’gettin’ nowhere
And they’re losin’ their share
Boy, they must’ve gone crazy out there
Son, they all must be crazy out there
Well do you? Don’t you want me to love you?
I’m coming down fast, but I’m miles above you…
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
Well, You may be a lover, but you ain’t no dancer…
Helter Skelter
Do you wanna dance and hold my hand?
Tell me baby I’m your lover man
Oh baby, do you wanna dance?
Do you, do you, do you, do you wanna dance?
Do you, do you, do you, do you wanna dance?
Do you, do you, do you, do you wanna dance?
Got to know how to pony
Like Bony Maronie
Mashed potato
Do the alligator
Put your hand on your hips, yeah
Let your backbone slip
Do the watusi
Like my little Lucy
Hey!
I got a girl named Bony Moronie
She’s as skinny as a stick of macaroni
Ought to see her rock and roll with her blue jeans on
She’s not very fat, just skin and bone
But I love her and she loves me
We’re all happy now as we can be
Making love underneath the apple tree
Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Let’s go down to the apple tree
Naive as Adam and Eve
Let’s go down to the apple tree
Fighting against gravity
Falling too deep
So can you catch me?
'Cause when you’re falling
I can’t tell which way is down
And when you’re screaming
Somehow I don’t hear a sound
And when you’re seeing things
Then your feet don’t touch the ground
'Cause when you’re falling
I can’t tell which way is down
You hear me shout when no-ones about
You find me where I can’t be seen
I feel the air flowing, for life’s in full swing
So tell me why I cannot breathe
Here I am falling, oh, why am I falling?
Take me to where I belong
I’m standing here falling, before you I’m falling
If it weren’t for your wings I’d be gone
Kate Rusby
Please help me I’m falling in love with you
Close the door to temptation don’t let me walk through
Turn away from me darling I’m begging you to
Please help me I’m falling in love with you