Are we gonna let the elevator
Bring us down, oh, no let’s go
Let’s go crazy, let’s get nuts
Look for the purple banana…
The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can’t hardly walk around the North Pole
Without stepping in reindeer guts
Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said
Well I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad so I had one more for dessert
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson,
You’d be hers if only she would call,
In the wee small hours of the morning,
That’s the time you miss her most of all.
Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours
Sun’s just a red ball rising over them refinery towers
Radio’s jammed up with gospel stations
Lost souls calling long distance salvation
Hey mister deejay won’t you hear my last prayer
Hey ho rock 'n roll deliver me from nowhere
Pilot of the airwaves, here is my request,
You don’t have to play it but I hope you’ll do your best,
I’ve been listening to your show on the radio,
And you seem like a friend to me.
As soon as the Shareef was chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio blare
As soon as the Shareef was out of their hair
The jet pilots wailed
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on
Turn your radio on and glory share
Turn the lights down low
Turn the lights down low and listen to the masters radio
Get in touch with God
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
They never said your name but I knew just who they meant
When Santa Claus gets your letter,
You know what he will say:
“Have you been good the way you should
On ev’ry single day?”
I used to think maybe you loved me, now, baby, I’m sure
And I just can’t wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
'Cause I just can’t wait till you write me you’re coming around
Now I’m walking on sunshine, whoa
I’m walking on sunshine, whoa
I’m walking on sunshine, whoa
And don’t it feel good
Then I’m walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again
Sweet Home Alabama…
( kinda current events )
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
See the alligators all a waitin’ nearby
Sooner or later they know I’m gonna try
When she waves from the bank don’t you know I know
It’s goodbye fishin’ line, see you while ago
With a Louisiana woman waitin’ on the other side
The Mississippi River don’t look so wide.
Now everyone blamed his old man
For making him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait