Why don’t you write me?
I’m out in the jungle.
I’m hungry to hear you.
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife
Say I won’t be coming home, gonna start a new life
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife
Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen mister, can’t you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah!
Now I know my A - B - C’s
Next time won’t you sing with me?
A.B.C.
1 2 3,
That’s how easy love can be.
A B C
It’s easy as, 1 2 3
As simple as, do re mi
A B C, 1 2 3
Baby, you and me girl
A - You’re Adorable,
B - You’re so Beautiful,
C - You’re a Cutie full of Charms
It’s murder by numbers, one, two, three
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC’s
Murder tonight in the trailer park
Faceless man counting crumpled bills,
Hotel neon fights the dark
TV set in the corner, they’re talking murder
On the late-night news
He turns down the sound,
Waits for the sports,
He only wants to know,
‘Did I win or did I lose’
Theres a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin’ like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road
I’m the dandy highwayman who you’re too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection (oh-oh)
The way you look you’ll qualify for next year’s old age pension
Stand and deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
I am a Highwayman.
On the coach roads I will ride
We rented a truck and a semi to go
Travel down the long and the winding road
Look on the map, I think we’ve been there before
Close up the doors, let’s roll once more
The long and winding road, that leads to your door,
Will never disappear, I’ve seen that road before,
It always leads me here, leads me to your door.
Ashes of laughter,
The ghost is clear,
Why do the best things always disappear,
Like Ophelia,
Please darken my door…
If you can’t be a ham and do Hamlet
They will not give a damn or a damlet
Just recite an occasional sonnet
And your lap’ll have honey upon it
I dream of your first kiss, and then,
I feel upon my lips again,
A taste of honey, a taste of honey
Tasting much sweeter than wine
And they roamed the world and they gathered all
Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball
And the honeycomb from a million trips
Made my baby’s lips
Sugar, ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you got me wanting you
You looked a little burned out, my friend,
I thought it might be up to me.