Here’s the moral in the story from that guy who knows
I fell in love and my love still grows
Ask any fool that she ever knew, they’ll tell ya
A-keep away from-a Runaround Sue
Stay away from that girl
Don’t you know what she’ll do now
Keep away from that girl
Oh I like coffee and I like tea
I’d like to be able to enter a final plea
I still got this dream that you just can’t shake
I love you to the point you can no longer take
Well all right okay, so be that way
I hope and pray that there’s something left to say
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around?
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down?
Will you have whiskey with your water
Or sugar with your tea
What are these crazy questions
That they’re asking of me
This is the craziest party
That there ever could be
Oh, don’t turn on the light
'Cause I don’t want to see
Surprise!
Party!
Yeah, we just thought we’d drop in!
Where’s your icebox?
hey, where’s the punch?
Ew, house-a-tosis!
Who’s to blame when parties really get out of hand?
Who’s to blame when they get poorly planned?
I was dreamin’ when I wrote this, so sue me if I go too fast
But life is just a party and parties weren’t meant to last
War is all around us, my mind says prepare to fight
So if I gotta die I’m gonna listen to my body tonight
Yeah hey, they say two thousand zero zero party over, oops, out of time
So tonight I’m gonna party like it’s nineteen ninety-nine
Yeah, yeah, hey
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomarrow the good Lord will take you away,
Dream on,
Dream on,
Dream on,
Dream until your dreams come true…
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
These dreams go on when I close my eyes
Every second of the night I live another life
These dreams that sleep when it’s cold outside
Every moment I’m awake the further I’m away
'Cause,
I want,
A girl,
To call my own,
I want a dream lover,
So I don’t have to dream alone…
Left standing in the lurch at a church,
Were people saying, “My God, that’s tough,
She stood him up,
No point in us remaining.
We may as well go home,”
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally.
I’m gettin’ married in the mornin’
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime…
Hail and salute me
Then haul off and boot me…
And get me to the church,
Get me to the church…
For Gawd’s sake, get me to the church on time!
Yeah, we been rockin’ all night, don’t you know,
You gotta get me to the church on the Cumberland Road.
I wanna to jump but I’m afraid I’ll fall,
I wanna to holler but the joint’s too small.
Young man rhythm’s got a hold of me too,
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu.
And the few times I been around the track,
So it’s just not gonna happen like that,
’ Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl,
I ain’t no hollaback girl…
Ah, can’t you see me standin’ here
I got my back against the record machine
I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen
Ah, can’t you see what I mean?
Ah, might as well jump
(Jump)
Might as well jump
Go ahead an’ jump (jump)
Go ahead and jump
Well, she was just seventeen,
You know what I mean?
And the way she looked,
Was way beyond compare.
So how could I dance with another,
Ooh, when I saw her standing there?
Stop standing there, standing there,
And stop acting like you don’t care,
And stop being scared, being scared,
Stop acting like you don’t care…
If the moat won’t stop leaking
And the goat won’t stop shrieking
And the griffin keeps losing its hair
If the west wing is rotting
And our best wine is clotting
Well, I’m terribly sorry but I don’t care
I’ve got to be someone who lives
All of his life in superlatives
When you’re extraordinary
You gotta do extraordinary things
I got a girlfriend that’s better than this
But you don’t remember at all
As we get older and stop making sense
You won’t find her waiting long
Stop making sense, stop making sense
Stop making sense, making sense
I got a girlfriend shes’s better than that
And nothing is better than this (is it?)
And I’ve got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do
'Cause it’s witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, it’s strictly taboo