Ho ho ho, who wouldn’t go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn’t go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.
Ho ho ho, who wouldn’t go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn’t go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.
Ole Kris Kringle comes jing-jing-jinglin’
Jing-jing-jinglin’ along
Well Christmas time is coming around
And I know it won’t be long
The neighborhood salon is the place I am working for the moment
As I cut their hair, ladies talk and share
Every day, who’s doin’ who and why
The neighborhood salon doesn’t pay me what I wanna be making but I don’t mind
As I sweep the curb I can hear those turbo engines blazing a trail through the sky
I look up and think about the years gone by
But one day, I’m walkin’ to JFK and I’m gonna fly!
It won’t be long now!
Any day
Thank you, Republic Airlines, for splintering the neck on my guitar!
My guitar case was so strong that nothing could go through it,
Way to go Republic, only you could do it,
Crash bang, Republic Airlines, in the field of demolition, you’ll go far!
For you took it as a challenge when I turned in my case.
and you saw the fragile stickers glued all over the place,
May a team of mad flamenco dancers do to your face
What you did to the neck on my guitar!
There could no satisfaction greater than if,
You should be the next to go the way of Braniff!
Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC
Didn’t get to bed last night
Oh, the way the paper bag was on my knee
Man, I had a dreadful flight
I’m back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah
And here, she’s acting happy
Inside her handsome home
And me, I’m flying in my taxi
Taking tips, and getting stoned
I go flying so high, when I’m stoned
They’ll stone you when you’re riding in your car,
They’ll stone you when you’re playing your guitar,
Yet I would not feel so all alone,
Everyone must get stoned…
You know my baby, she won’t let me in
I’ve got a few pennies, I’m gonna buy myself a bottle of gin
I’m gonna call my buddy on the telephone
And say, “Let’s go get stoned.”
Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven
Don’t ya know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?
You’ll find your fortune fallin’ all over town
Be sure that your umbrella
Is upside down
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love, you must have showers
So when you hear it thunder, Don’t run under a tree
There’ll be pennies from heaven for you and me
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
There beneath the blue suburban skies…
Hey step up and play
each machine seemed to say,
as I walked round and round the penny arcade.
Just ring the bell
on the big bagatelle and you’ll make
all those colored lights cascade.
And music played at the penny arcade
yes it played and it played, played all the time.
Roll up and spend your last dime.
Never seen him fall,
That deaf, dumb and blind kid,
Sure plays a mean pinball…
It’s poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mm, but she blinded me with science
She blinded me with science
And failed me in biology, yeh yeh
Don’t know much about history
Don’t know much biology
Don’t know much about science books
Don’t know much about the French I took
But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me too
What a wonderful world this would be
Michelle, ma belle
Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble
Tres bien ensemble
Darling, je vous aime beaucoup
Je ne sais pas what to do
You know you’ve completely
Stolen my heart
Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen
Save those lies, darling don’t explain
I recall Central Park in fall
How you tore you dress, what a mess, my heart says danke schoen
MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
It’s not even my birthday
But he want to lick the icing off
I know you want it in the worst way
Can’t wait to blow my candles out
He want that cake, cake,
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
Cake, cake, cake
It seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind.
Never knowing who to cling to,
When the rain set in…