(They smile in your face)
All the time they want to take your place
The back stabbers (back stabbers)
You got the knife, I got the gun,
Come on boy we’re gonna have a little fun,
I’m a crazy man, I’d die for love.
Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon’s Bible
Rocky had come, equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems, had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magill, and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy
Well I might have been born poor white trash.
But Fancy was my name…
Like the pine trees lining the winding road,
I got a name, I got a name.
Like the singing bird and the croaking toad,
I got a name, I got a name.
And I carry it with me like my daddy did,
But I’m living the dream that he kept hid.
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
Let me tell you about Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burning sand
He had emeralds and rubies just drippin’ off 'a him
And a ring on every finger of his hand
Now she’s got rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
Say has anybody seen my
Sweet Gypsy Rose?
If you’re gonna bump it,
Bump it with a trumpet!
Then a crowd a young boys they’re a foolin’ around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playin’ band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll
Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin’
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.
I know a cat named Way Out Willie
He’s got a cool little chick named Rockin’ Millie
He can walk and stroll and Susie Q
And do that crazy hand jive too
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk my Susie Q
In this complicated world it may sound absurd
But simple little things are the miracle cure
Pushed to the limit or standing at the brink
All she’s got to do is just give me that wink
And slam bam, I’m feeling alright
Troubles take a hike in the blink of an eye
Don’t need to psychoanalyze or have a stiff drink
All she’s got to do is just give me that wink
‘Cause she winks at you
You feel your legs shake
You blow a kiss back
Then time stops until she turns her back
She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink,
She said “I’m gonna make it up right here in the sink,”
It smelled like turpentine, it looked like India ink,
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink.
In heaven there is no beer.
That’s why we drink it here
And when we’re gone from here,
our friends will be drinking all the beer!
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
Ninety-nine bottles of beer
If one of those bottles should happen to fall
Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall
I like beer, it makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer, it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow
(Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey’s too rough, Champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like beer
There’s a tear in my beer and I’m crying for you dear,
You are on my lonely heart…