Jenny I got your number,
I need to make you mine,
Jenny don’t change your number,
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309…
Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Dancing lights againnst the sky
Giving up I close my eyes
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 to 4
Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing
Praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world
The dogs on main street howl,
'cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain’t a boy, no, I’m a man,
And I believe in a promised land.
Who let the dogs out,
Woof, woof…
Now ol’ Red he’s the damnedest dog
That I’ve ever seen
Got a nose that can smell a two day trail
He’s a four legged trackin’ machine
Well he’s not very handsome to look at
Oh he’s shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he’s always killin’ my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin’ dog
Yeah, you got your dead cat and you got your dead dog
On a moonlight night, you got your dead toad frog
Got your dead rabbit and your dead raccoon
The blood and the guts, they’re gonna make you swoon
Dead, dead, dead, dead, puppies, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead dead dead puppies
Dead puppies aren’t much fun
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy,
Out in the back seat of my ‘60 Chevy,
Workin’ on mysteries without any clues,
Workin’ on our night moves.
It was somewhere in a fairy tale,
I used to take her home in my car.
We learned about love in the back of the Dodge,
The lesson hadn’t gone too far.
Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500,
All the way stars’ green, gotta go.
Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low,
Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard.
T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500.
Planets align, a king is born.
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry,
Good ol’ boys drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this will be the day that we die…
A body like yours ought to be in jail
'Cause it’s just on the verge of being obscene
Hey, move over baby, come on, give me the keys
I’m gonna tame your little red love machine
You must be a limousine
(He loves your) electric dumplings
(He loves your) red bell peppers
(He loves your) fuel injection
(He loves your) service charge
We’re Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
We hope you have enjoyed the show
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
We’re sorry but it’s time to go
The halftime air was sweet perfume,
The Sergeants played a marching tune,
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance…
(A bit more American pie)
Here they come with the clarinets a-wailing,
Here they come rather quickly up the square,
And I know in a moment I’ll be cheering
And my bright Sunday hat will be high in the air
For The New Ashmolean Marching Society
And Students’ Conservatory Band!