The spice melange, it’s so cinnamon sweet,
I put it on most everything I eat.
It’s addictive, too,
And don’t it make my brown eyes blue.
A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night,
You see us together, chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
Sneakin’ down your alley way
And knockin’ on your door
Thought I had enough but I’m back for more
Cinnamon let me in
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door…
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me,
Twice on the pipes if the answer is no.
Help them to learn (help them to learn)
Songs of joy instead of burn, baby, burn, (burn, baby burn)
Let us show them how to play the pipes of peace
Play the pipes of peace
Peace on Earth, and can it be?
Years from now, perhaps we’ll see
See the day of glory
See the day when men of good will
Live in peace, live in peace again.
Ev’rybody’s talking 'bout
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Give me love, give me love,
Give me peace on earth,
Give me light, give me life,
Keep me free from birth.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need!
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I’ve left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Time, flowing like a river,
Time, beckoning me,
Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever,
But time keeps flowing like a river to the sea.
If I could save time in a bottle,
The first thing I’d like to do,
Is to save everyday,
'Til eternity passes away,
Just to spend them with you.
Operator, well could you help me place this call?
See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded
She’s living in L.A. with my best old ex-friend Ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated.
Operator
Give me information
Information
Give me long distance
Long distance
Give me heaven…
No need to ask
He’s a smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south to Key Largo, love for sale
We had it all
Just like Bogie and Bacall
Starring in our old late, late show
Sailing away to Key Largo
Time just stands still in old movies,
Love them, even though they’re gone,
Jack Benny’s 39,
Bogart’s doing time…
Roll another one,
Just like the other one.
You been holding onto it,
And I sure would like a hit!
Don’t bogart that joint my friend,
Pass it over to me!
One toke over the line, sweet jesus.
One toke over the line,
Sitting downtown in a railway station,
One toke over the line…