I met him in a swamp down in Dagobah
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda
S O D A, soda
I saw the little runt sitting there on a log
I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said “Yoda”
Y O D A, Yoda
Yo-yo-yo-yo Yoda
They interviewed the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said “Now listen here”
“Just stick it in your pointy ear”
“I still will teach this boy”
This boy
Wouldn’t mind the pain
Would always feel the same
If this boy gets you back again
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain,
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain,
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll end this reign,
But it’s my destiny to be the king of pain.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter
A winter’s day,
In a deep and dark December,
I am alone.
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock, I am an island.
It was only a winter’s tale
Just another winter’s tale
And why should the world take notice
Of one more love that’s failed
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren’t bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
Cut the cake
Give me a little piece, let me lick up the cream
Cut the cake
I need a little piece, baby, you know what I mean
A very merry unbirthday to you, to you.
They say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too, yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you
Let’s all go to the magician’s birthday
It’s in a forest but not so far away
Much to do and so much to say
While we listened to the orchid orchestra play
If you go down to the woods today
You’re sure of a big surprise.
If you go down to the woods today
You’d better go in disguise!
For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain,
Because today’s the day the
Teddy Bears have their picnic.
And he looked at me right in the eye,
he said, I’m not kiddin’ you, Uncle John,
he said, there’s a bear in the woods.
And if you don’t believe it,
just ask Wesley Orbison and Lance Johnson,
'cause they saw him, too.
Come hear Uncle John’s band by the riverside,
Got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide.
Throw the Yule log on, Uncle John,
Throw the Yule log on, Uncle John,
Throw the Yule log on,
Throw the Yule log on,
Throw the Yule log on Uncle John.
(That no-good, good-for-nothing Uncle John.)
Put another log on the fire,
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to the car, jack it up, and change the tire,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans…
At the end day, the old place is empty
And the new place houses all of our stuff
Unpack all the crap in the cardboard boxes
It wasn’t that bad; no, it wasn’t so rough
My strong buddies look a little bit grumpy
I don’t why I broke my butt
Tomorrow we’ll call up the telephone company
And get another set of house keys cut.
Where do we go from here now that all of the children are growin’ up
And how do we spend our lives if there’s no-one to lend us a hand
I don’t want to live here no more,
I don’t want to stay
Ain’t gonna spend the rest of my life,
Quietly fading away