She was gonna be my wife
And I was gonna be her man
(Oh Rhonda)
But she let another guy come between us
And it shattered our plans
(Oh Rhonda)
We’re going to the chapel and were gonna get married…
It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do,
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.
Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.
I never will marry or be no man’s wife
I expect to live single all the days of my life
The shells in the ocean shall be my deathbed
The fish in deep water swim over my head
She died of a fever
And sure, so one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying “cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”
I’m not scared of dying
and I don’t really care
If it’s peace you find in dying,
well, then let the time be near
In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
You know your mama was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It’s just the beasts under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down
What’s the buzz? Tell me what’s happenin’.
What’s the buzz? Tell me what’s happenin’.
Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees
And the flowers and the trees,
And the moon up above,
And a thing called love…
Well, I’m a king bee
Can buzz all night long
Well, I’m a king bee
Can buzz all night long
Well, I can buzz better, baby
When your man is gone
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
James Dean, rock on
When I wake up in the morning light,
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right.
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on,
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on.
She’s out there spinning, on the carpet of her room
Audrey in denim
Audrey in denim, yeah
Audrey in denim
Dance to the beat
Beat of the backstroke
When we went to dinner,
You wore blue jeans with your pearls,
That’s when I knew you were my kinda girl…
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band,
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man,
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand,
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand.
I done ran into my baby
And finally found my old blue jean
I done ran into my baby
And finally found my old blue jean
Well, I could tell that they was mine
From the oil and the gasoline