No phone, no lights, no motor cars
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Crusoe
It’s primitive as can be
So join us here each week my friends
You’ll sure to get a smile
From 7 stranded castaways
Here on Gilligan’s Isle!
New York is where I’d rather stay,
I get allergic smelling hay,
I just adore a penthouse view,
Darling I love you but,
Give me Park Avenue…
It comes down to reality
And it’s fine with me 'cause I’ve let it slide
Don’t care if it’s Chinatown or on Riverside
I don’t have any reasons
I left them all behind
I’m in a New York state of mind
Chinatown, my Chinatown
When the lights are low
Hearts that know no other land
Drifting to and fro
I’d love to get you on a slow boat to China,
All to myself, alone…
We won’t have it known, dear,
That we own a telephone, dear.
Livin’ alone
I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
Nobody’s home
All by myself
Don’t want to be, all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t want to live, all by myself anymore
I was alone
I was all by myself
No one was looking
I was thinking of you
Oh yeah, did I mention
I was all by myself
All by myself, all by myself
All by myself
Yo listen up, here’s the 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
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed,
And then one day he was shootin at some food,
And up through the ground come a bubblin crude.
Oil that is.
Black gold.
Texas tea.
Jeremiah Johnson made his way into the mountains
Bettin’ on forgettin’ all the troubles that he knew
The trail was wide and narrow
And the eagle or the sparrow
Showed the path he was to follow as they flew.
Did you ever know that you’re my hero?
You’re everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.
On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends his pure, sweet love
A sign from above
On the wings of a dove
The power of love is a curious thing
Make a one man weep, make another man sing
Change a heart to a little white dove
More than a feeling, that’s the power of love
I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
It’s more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear that old song play (more than a feeling)
And I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
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
My heart is crying, crying
Lonely teardrops
My pillow’s never dry of lonely teardrops
Come home, come home
Just say you will, say you will
Satin sheets to lie on
Satin pillows to cry on
You’ve got nothing else to rely on
Sleeping single in a double bed,
Trying to forget the things you said…
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen