Oh, Johnny get angry, Johnny get mad
Give me the biggest lecture I ever had
I want a brave man, I want a cave man
Johnny, show me that you care, really care for me
Down in the part of town where when you hit a red light you don’t stop
Johnny’s wavin’ his gun around and threatenin’ to blow his top
When an off-duty cop snuck up on him from behind
Out in front of the Club Tip Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
Saturday night I was down town
Working for the F.B.I.
Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whiskey bottles piling high
Bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the D.A. man
When I heard this woman singing a song…
Mr. Saturday night special
Got a barrel that’s blue and cold
Ain’t good for nothin’
But put a man six feet in a hole
Ohhh, so give us none of your aggravation
We’ve had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
`Cause Saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright alright alright
Saturday in the park,
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park,
I think it was the Fourth of July
People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs
Everybody is another
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I’ve been waiting such a long time
For Saturday
And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me, who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Through hell’s gate
The ground shakes
And valor wakes
And so it begins
Vengeance waits
Fury reigns
With all at stake…
So it begins
Storming through red clouds and holocaustwinds
Blades in eyes shining
Eyes in blades shining
Sons of Northern Darkness under the throne of the moon
United with forces of evil and infernal doom
I see a dark sail on the horizon
Set under a black cloud that hides the sun.
Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
Like my brother above me,
I took a rebel stand,
He was just 18 proud and brave,
And a Yankee laid him in his grave…
Y! A! N! K! E! E! S!
Here come the Yankees
Let’s get behind and cheer the Yankees
They’re gonna learn to fear the Yankees
Everyone knows they play to win, cause
They’re the New York Yankees
Oh, I’m a Yankee doodle Dandy,
Yankee doodle, do or die,
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam,
Born on the 4th of July…
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue
And when the band plays “Hail to the chief”
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no
But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
Well, I’m a lucky man
With fire in my hands
If you have a friend on whom you think you can rely you are a lucky man
If you’ve found the reason to live on and not to die you are a lucky man
Preachers and poets and scholars don’t know it
Temples and statues and steeples won’t show it
If you’ve got the secret just try not to blow it
Stay a lucky man!
A lucky man!
How many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky,
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
So thank you for writing the best songs
Thank you for righting a few wrongs
You’re a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you sang to us
And get you down to the harbor now
Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair
I don’t really care for what you believe
So open up your fist or you won’t receive
The thoughts and the words of every man you’ll need
Get up off the floor and believe in life
No-one’s ever gonna ever ask you twice
Get on the bus and bring it on home to me
I met my maker
I made her cry
And on my shoulder she asked me why
Her people won’t fly through the storm
I said “Listen up girl, they don’t even know you’re born”
All my people right here, right now
D’You Know What I Mean? Yeah, yeah
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool