Well I don’t know where they come from
But they sure do come
I hope they comin’ for me
And I don’t know how they do it but they sure do it good
I hope they doin’ it for free
They give me cat scratch fever
Cat scratch fever
If you offer me pheasant I’d rather have grouse
If you put me in a house I would much prefer a flat
If you put me in a flat then I’d rather have a house
If you set me on a mouse then I only want a rat
If you set me on a rat then I’d rather chase a mouse
(ALL) The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat
Doctor Parkinson declared “I’m not surprised to see you here.
You’ve got smokers cough from smoking, brewer’s droop from drinking beer.
I don’t know how you came to get the Betty Davis knees,
But worst of all young man you’ve got Industrial Disease!”
Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips are sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She’s got Betty Davis eyes
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back, bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, the clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness -
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
Blinded by the light,
Revved up like deuce,
Another runner in the night…
Just like a blind man I wandered alone
Worries and fear I claimed for my own
Then like a blind man who God gave back his sight
Praise the Lord, I saw the light
I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain.
But the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
Every time it rains,
It rains pennies from heaven,
Don’t ya know every cloud contains pennies from heaven…
They say there’s a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it’s better but I say it ain’t
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun
You know that only the good die young
Just sweet sixteen, and now you’re gone
They’ve taken you away
I’ll never kiss your lips again
They buried you today
Teen angel, can you hear me?
Happy Birthday, happy birthday baby
Oh, I love you so
Sixteen candles make a lovely light
But not as bright as your eyes tonight
You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too, yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you
I never been much for occasions
You never let another birthday go by
Without announcing how much you love me
But the truth was always there
Right there in your eyes
And her love seemed to offer a solution
for endless beginnings and so I went spinning
into her to love her,
but found her one answer
for loving and losing the same.
Feed the babies
Who don’t have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin’ in the street
Oh, oh, there’s a solution
How can people have no feelings
How can they ignore their friends
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no
Oh that’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like Sunday morning yeah
That’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like Sunday morning
Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn’t hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad
So I had one more for dessert