One is the loneliest number,
One is the loneliest number,
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do.
One! singular sensation,
Every little step she takes
Now the world is gone, I’m just one
Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please, God, help me
Why me Lord?
What did I ever do?
I really want to know you,
I really want to go with you,
Really want to show you, Lord,
That it won’t take long, my Lord,
(Hallelujah).
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz
Baby, you can drive my car,
And Baby, I love you…
Beep, beep and beep, beep, yeah!
Here in my car
I know I’ve started to think
About leaving tonight
Although nothing seems right
In cars
Come on, baby, let’s get out of this town
I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
There’s a chill in my bones
I don’t want to be left alone
So baby you can sleep while I drive
I’ll never forget the day
We motored stately into big L.A.
The lights of the city put settlin’
Down in my brain
Though it’s only been a month or so
That old car’s buggin’ us to go
We’ve gotta get away and get
back on The road again
Movin’ right along.
Footloose and fancy-free.
Getting there is half the fun; come share it with me.
Now I gotta cut loose, Footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut Footloose
Louise
Coming on strong’
Can’t be too long, gotta get what my body needs
It needs Louise
Louise
Gonna break my heart, gotta make a start
Gotta get it together with Louise
Ooh, Louise
Every little breeze seems to whisper “Louise”
Birds in the trees seem to twitter “Louise”
Each little rose tells me it knows I love you, love you
You picked a fine time to leave me, Louise.( oops, Lucille)
With four hungry children,
And the crops in the field
I woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight
I asked my friends about her but all their lips were tight
Lucille, please, come back where you belong
I been good to you, baby, please, don’t leave me alone,
When I woke up this morning,
You were on my mind,
And you were on my mind,
I got troubles, whoa-oh,
I got worries, whoa-oh,
I got wounds to bind.
Maybe I didn’t love you
quite as often as I could have
Maybe I didn’t treat you
quite as good as I should have
If I made you feel second best
Girl I’m sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
That you’re from the back roads,
By the rivers of my memory,
Ever smilin’ ever gentle on my mind…
Leave your cares behind
Come with us and find
The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind