And we’ll all meet back at the local saloon,
And we’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces, singing,
“Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses,
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses.”
La, da, da
Come day, go day,
Wish in me heart it was Sunday,
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
And a whiskey on a Sunday…
Obla di obla da life goes on brahhh
La la how the life goes on
Obla di Obla da life goes on brahhh
La la how the life goes on
You see the pointless man did have a point. He had hundreds of them, all pointing in different directions. But as he so quickly pointed out “A point in every direction is the same as no point at all.” And speaking of points, I don’t know if you’ve been to a Pointless Forest but a forest is a forest and one of the first things that Oblio and Arrow noticed about the Pointless Forest was that all the leaves on all the trees had points and all the trees had points. In fact, even the branches of all the trees pointed in different directions which seemed a little strange for a Pointless Forest.
Just wondering who might get the reference about Oblio.
Oh, I get The Point.
Are you sleeping? Can you hear me?
Do you know if I am by your side?
Does it matter if you hear me?
When the morning comes I’ll be there by your side
Don’t believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me, I’m with the high command
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Tommy can you hear me?
Can you feel me near you?
Tommy can you see me?
Can I help to cheer you?
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles…
See me,
Feel me,
Touch me,
Heal me.
Inside outside, leave me alone
Inside outside, nowhere is home
Inside outside, where have I been?
Out of my brain on the five fifteen
My baby she’s a’travelling on the one after 909,
I said move over honey I’m travelling on that line,
I said move over once, move over twice,
Come on, baby don’t be cold as ice…
Oh! Move over, Rover
and let Jimi take over
Yeah, you know what I’m talking 'bout
Yeah, get on with it, baby
That’s what I’m talking 'bout
Now dig this!
Okay, so your heart is broken
You sit around mopin’
Cryin’ and cryin’
You say you’re even thinkin’ about dyin’
Well, before you do anything rash, dig this
Everybody plays the fool sometime
‘Cause wishin’ and hopin’ and thinkin’ and prayin’
Plannin’ and dreamin’ his kisses will start
That won’t get you into his heart
Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Sunrise, sunset, Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset, Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
Oh what beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I have a beautiful feeling,
Ever’thin’s going my way…
Feelings, nothing more than feelings
Trying to forget my feelings of love
Teardrops rolling down on my face
Trying to forget my feelings of love
Feelings, for all my life I’ll feel it
I wish I’ve never met you, girl
You’ll never come again
Feelings, nothing more than feelings
Trying to forget my feelings of hate
Imagine beating on your face
Trying to forget my feelings of hate
Feelings, for all my life I’ll feel it
I wish I’ve never met you, girl
You’ll make me sick again
Baby’s good to me, you know,
She’s happy as can be, you know,
She said so,
I’m in love with her,
And I feel fine…