Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Yes (da-da, da-da, da-da)
My my, such a sweet thing (da-da, da-da, da-da)
I want to do everything (da-da, da-da, da-da)
What a beautiful feeling (da-da, da-da, da-da)
Crimson and clover (da-da, da-da, da-da)
Over and over
Wild thing, you make my heart sing
You make everything groovy, wild thing
Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight
I love you
Slow down, you move too fast,
You got to make the morning last,
Just kicking down the cobble stones,
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy.
Your groove, I do deeply dig
No walls, only the bridge, my supper dish
My succotash wish
I couldn’t ask for another
No, I couldn’t ask for another
Groove is in the heart, Groove is in the heart
Groove is in the heart, Groove is in the heart
I want to live,
I want to give,
I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold,
It’s these expressions I never give,
That keep me searching for a heart of gold…
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Much of mistrust, love’s gone behind
Who do you think you are?
Runnin’ around leaving scars,
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart…
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
The dark side’s callin’ now, nothin’ is real
She’ll never know just how I feel
From out of the shadows she walks like a dream
Make me feel crazy, make me feel so mean
Let me take you down,
'Cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields,
Nothing is real,
And nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Springfield, Springfield, it’s a hell of a town:
The schoolyard’s up and the shopping mall’s down.
The stray dogs go to the animal pound,
Bart: Springfield, Springfield!
Milhouse: Springfield, Springfield!
Sailor: New York, New York!
Bart: New York is that-a-way, man!
Sailor: Thanks, kid!
Both: [singing] It’s a hell of a…toooown!
And each time I leave, Chicago is
Tuggin’ my sleeve, Chicago is
The Wrigley building, Chicago is
The union stockyard, Chicago is
One town that won’t let you down
It’s my kind of town
Well, way down yonder in New Orleans in the land of the dreamy scenes
There’s a Garden of Eden, ah, you know what I mean
In 1814 we took a little trip, Along with Col. Jackson, down the mighty Mississipp.
We took a little bacon and took a little beans and caught the bloody British in a town called New Orleans…
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun,
And its been the ruins of many a poor boy,
And God, I know, I’m one.
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears…
Good morning starshine, the earth says hello
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below
Good morning America,
How are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans,
And I’ll be gone 500miles before the day is done…
I hear the train a comin’
It’s rollin’ 'round the bend,
And I ain’t seen the sunshine
Since, I don’t know when.