Ah, look at all the lonely people…
She’s leaving home after living alone for so many years.
Yo, listen up, here’s a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue
Like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window and a blue Corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he ain’t got nobody to listen (to listen)
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes…
Blue eyes,
Baby’s got blue eyes,
Like a deep blue sea,
On a blue blue day…
Blue on blue, heartache on heartache
Blue on blue now that we are through
Blue on blue, heartache on heartache
And I find I can’t get over losing you
This is a very sad story,
‘Cause it is plainly sore
To wear another’s asshole
You’ve never worn before.
And that is why when dogs meet
On land or sea or foam,
They sniff each other’s assholes
In hopes they are their own.
Turn 'em on, turn 'em on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don’t you tune in and turn them on
To every season, turn, turn, turn…
There is a reason, turn, turn, turn…
For every purpose under heaven…
The purpose of a man is to love a woman,
And the purpose of a woman is to love a man,
So come on baby let’s start today, come on baby let’s play
The game of love, love, la la la la la love
Come on ev’rybody, I say now let’s play a game
I betcha I can make a rhyme out of anybody’s name
And her name is G L O R. . . I I I
G L O R I A (Gloria)
G L O R I A (Gloria)
I’m gonna shout it all night (Gloria)
I’m gonna shout it everyday (Gloria)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Every time I think about you
You been so good to me
You know you make me wanna
(Shout-woo) lift my heels up and
(Shout-woo) throw my head back and
(Shout-woo) kick my heels up and
And didn’t I go and shout it when you walked into the room?
Shout
Shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I’m talking to you
Come on
Everybody’s talking at me
I don’t hear a word they’re saying
Only the echoes of my mind
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic,
The search for the grail…
We’re Knights of the Round Table,
We dance when ere we’re able,
We do routines and chorus scenes
With footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot,
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot
Hi everybody. I’m Archie Bell and the Drells from Houston, Texas
We don’t only sing but we dance just as good as we walk
In Houston we just started a new dance called the Tighten Up
This is the music we tighten up to.
Everybody get loose, footloose