Jet, Jet, Jet
I can almost remember their funny faces
That time you told them you were going to be marrying soon
And Jet, I thought the only lonely place was on the moon
Paul McCartney & Wings - Jet
Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
Fly Me To The Moon - Frank Sinatra
I see the bad moon a-rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today
Don’t go around tonight
Well it’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise
Creedance Clearwater Revival - Bad Moon Rising
… You laugh, he said you think you’re immune, go look at your eyes
They’re full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies…
Joni Mitchell
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
Tell me lies
Tell me, tell me lies
Oh no-no, you can’t disguise
You can’t disguise
No, you can’t disguise
Fleetwood Mac - Tell Me Lies
Judy in disguise, well that’s what you are
Lemonade pies with your brand new car
So, cantaloupe eyes come to me tonight
Judy in disguise, with glasses
John Fred & his Playboy Band
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
The Beatles
I was walking along minding my business
When love came and hit me in the eye
(Flash, bam, alakazam)
Out of an orange colored, purple striped
Pretty green polka dot sky
(Flash, bam) alakazam and goodbye
Nat King Cole
Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore
It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini
So in the locker, she wanted to stay
Brian Hyland - Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polkadot Bikini
And it’s 1, 2, 3, what’re we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn
Next stop is Vietnam
And it’s 5, 6, 7, open up the pearly gates
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die
Country Joe & the Fish
Another bride,
Another June,
Another sunny honeymoon.
Another season,
Another reason
For makin’ whoopee!
Makin’ Whoope, written by Gus Kahn and Walter Donaldson.
Dr. John and Rikki Lee Jones did a great version!
Whoopie ti-yi-yo –
Get along little dogies.
Well it’s your misfortune and none of my own,
Whoopie ti-yi-yo –
Get along little dogies,
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.
Whoopie-Ti-Yi-Yo – Traditional; recorded by Woody Guthrie, Marty Robbins, and the Sons of the Pioneers, among countless others
-“BB”-
Born under a bad sign
Been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck
You know I wouldn’t have no luck at all
Albert King
The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
So he could do his job and never shirk
The Lord gave man an arm of iron, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
Someone else’ll do the blinkin’ work!
Various Artists, made famous by Stanley Holloway in My Fair Lady
Lazy bones, sleepin’ in the shade,
How you ‘spect to get your cornmeal made?
You’ll never get your cornmeal made sleepin’ in the evening shade.
Leon Redbone
Now evening shade was where they claim to teach you understanding
To teach you love and keep you off the streets
And all the kids that live here are said to be a problem
Juvenile delinquents so to speak
Dolly Parton - Evening Shade
Kids, I don’t know what’s wrong with these kids today
Kids, who can understand anything they say?
Kids, they are disobedient, disrespectful oafs
Noisy, crazy, sloppy, lazy, loafers
And while we’re on the subject
Bye Bye Birdie
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke
You gotta understand
It’s just our bringin’ up-ke
That gets us out of hand
Our mothers all are junkies
Our fathers all are drunks
Golly Moses, naturally we’re punks!
West Side Story
We’re white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can’t clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope
The Tubes
Dead on your feet, you won’t get far,
If you keep on stickin’ your hand
In the medicine jar.
Paul McCartney & Wings