And I know someday that it’ll all turn out
You’ll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid, that I’ll give so much more than I get
I just haven’t met you yet
I met him on a Monday, and my heart stood still,
Da do ron ron, da do ron ron,
Some body told me that his name was Bill,
Da do ron ron, da do ron ron…
There she was just a-walkin’ down the street, singin’ “Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do”
Snappin’ her fingers and shufflin’ her feet, singin’ “Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do”
She looked good (looked good), she looked fine (looked fine)
She looked good, she looked fine and I nearly lost my mind
There’s a great big mystery
It sure has worried me
It’s diddy wah diddy
It’s diddy wah diddy
I wish somebody’d tell me what diddy wah diddy means
I went out and I walked around
Somebody yelled, look who’s in town
It’s diddy wah diddy
Yeah it’s diddy wah diddy
I wish somebody’d tell me what diddy wah diddy means
I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry
Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town
Fe-fe, fi-fi, fo-fo, fum
I smell smoke in the auditorium
Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown
He’s a clown, that Charlie Brown
He’s gonna get caught
Just you wait and see
(Why’s everybody always pickin’ on me)
Frank Zappa and the Mothers,
Were at the best place around.
But some stupid with a flare gun,
Burned the place to the ground.
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky;
Smoke on the water…
We’ll put out your old flame,
We’ll build a bigger fire,
I’ll pick up where he left off,
And take you so much higher,
And if his memory comes around,
And you think you still care,
We’ll burn that bridge when we get there…
Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who
I use to take comfort from long before I met you
I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire
With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire
Old flames can’t hold a candle to you
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And even as I wander
I’m keeping you in sight
You’re a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter’s night
And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might
Happy Birthday, happy birthday baby
Oh, I love you so
Sixteen candles make a lovely light
But not as bright as your eyes tonight
Blow out the candles
Make your wish come true
For I’ll be wishing that you love me too
And when you go fishin’ I bet you keep wishin’
Them fish don’t grab your line
Lazybones, loafin’ all the day…how you spect to make a dime that way?
You won’t make no dime that way…loafin’ in the shade all day
You gone fishin’ (well how you know)
Well there’s a sign upon your door (uh-huh)
Gone fishin’ (I’m real gone man)
You ain’t workin’ anymore (could be)
There’s your hoe out in the sun
Where you left a row half done
You claim that hoein’ ain’t no fun (well I can prove it)
You ain’t got no ambition
If it were easy as fishin’ you could be a musician
If you could make sounds loud or mellow
Get a second-hand guitar, chances are you’ll go far
If you get in with the right bunch of fellows
People see you having fun just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It’s the work that we avoid, and we’re all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all day
Now look at them yo-yo’s, that’s the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain’t workin’, that’s the way you do it
Money for nothin’ and your chicks for free
Won’t you get hip to this timely tip,
When you make that California trip,
Get your kicks on route sixty six,
Get your kicks on route sixty six…
Man in the front got a sinister grin careen down highway 666
We want to go crush the slow as the pitchfork bends the needles grow
My arms are wheels my legs are wheels my blood is pavement
We’re gonna ride to the abbey of thelema to the abbey of thelema
Big wheels keep on turning,
Carry me home to see my kin,
Singing songs about the southland,
I miss ol’ 'Bamy once again, and I think it’s a sin…
You get a shiver in the dark
It’s a raining in the park but meantime-
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie, double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring