I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill
On Blueberry Hill, when I found you
The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill
And lingered until my dream came true
The wind in the willow played
Love’s sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be
Though we’re apart, you’re part of me still
For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill
To all the girls I’ve loved before
Who traveled in and out my door
I’m glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the girls I’ve loved before
Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
‘Bout the flappin’ fish and the girls I’ve loved
On nights like this, with the moon above
A whale of a tale, and it’s all true
I swear by my tattoo
Now Jonah got along in the belly of the whale
Daniel in the lion’s den
But I know a guy that didn’t try to get along
And he won’t get a chance again
And that’s all she wrote (dear John)
I’ve fetched your saddle home
Jonah, he lived in a whale
Jonah, he lived in a whale
He made his home in that fish’s abdomen
Jonah, he lived in a whale
I was riding on the mayflower when I thought I spied some land
I yelled down to Captain Arab, I’ll have ya understand,
Who came running to the deck and said boys forget the whale
We’re goin’ over yonder. cut the engines. change the sails.
Haul on that bowline we sang that melody,
Like all tough sailors do when they’re far away at sea.
We come from the land of the ice and snow
Of the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow
The hammer of the gods
We’ll drive our ships to new lands
Fighting the hordes, and sing and cry
Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to England
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
I syng of a mayden
That is makeles,
king of alle kinges
to here sone che chees.
Sing me a song of a Lass that is gone,
Say could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day,
Over the sea to Skye…
Did you ever see a lassie
A lassie, a lassie
Did you ever see a lassie
Go this way and that?
Go this way and that way
Go this way and that way
Did you ever see a lassie
Go this way and that?
I saw three ships come sailing in,
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day,
I saw three ships come sailing in,
On Christmas Day in the morning.
Suddenly, one night, there’s a scream in the night
And you yelled, “What the hell could that have been?”
And you see me kinda grinnin’ while I’m scrubbin’
And you say, “What’s she got to grin?”
And the ship, a Black Freighter
With a skull on its masthead will be comin’ in
The sirens are screaming, and the fires are howling,
Way down in the valley tonight.
There’s a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye,
And a blade shining oh so bright…
Oh, I’m bein’ followed by a moonshadow, moon shadow, moonshadow—
Leapin and hoppin’ on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow—
Blue shadows on the trail
Soft wind blowing through the trees above
All the other little cowboys
Are in the bunkhouse now, so
Close your eyes and dream
Well I was wandering along by the banks of the river
When seven fat cows came up out of the Nile, uh-huh
And right behind these fine healthy animals came
Seven other cows, skinny and vile, uh-huh
Well the think cows ate the fat cows which I
Thought would do them good, uh-huh
But it didn’t make them fatter like such
A monster supper should
Well the thin cows were as thin
As they had, ever, ever, ever been
Well this dream has got me baffled
Hey, Joseph, won’t you tell me what it means?
Fat and docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they aren’t much fun
Cows aren’t fun
They eat to grow, grow to die
Die to be et at the hamburger fry
Cows well done
Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
No one imagined the great cow guru
Cows are one
*if you’ve never seen/heard this, see: Cows With Guns - The Original Animation - YouTube
Oh, the cow in the meadow goes moo,
Oh, the cow in the meadow goes moo.
Then the farmer hits him on the head and grinds him up,
And that’s how we get hamburgers!
Nooowww, chickens!
So I go back to a pew, preacher and a choir
Singin’ 'bout God, brimstone, and fire
And the smell of Sunday chicken after church