Sunshine go away today, I don’t feel much like dancing,
Some man’s come he’s trying to run my life, don’t know what he’s asking,
When he tells me I better get in line, can’t hear what he’s saying,
When I grow up, I’m gonna make him mine, these ain’t dues I been paying.
…cause I can’t dance, I can’t talk,
The only thing about me is the way I walk,
No, I can’t dance And I can’t sing.
I’m just standing here selling…
I don’t know much about dancin’
That’s why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
And both my feet’s too long
Oh your feet’s too big
Don’t wantcha ‘cause ya feet’s too big
Mad at you ‘cause your feet’s too big
I hate you ‘cause your feet’s too big
My goodness, shiff shiff shiff
Oh your peddelic extremities are colossal
To me you look just like a fossil
You got me walkin’, talkin’ and squawkin’
'Cause your feet’s too big, yeah
But I don’t feel like dancin’
When the old Joanna plays
My heart could take a chance
But my two feet can’t find a way
You’d think that I could muster up a little soft-shoe gentle sway
But I don’t feel like dancin’
No sir, no dancin’ today.
Joanna, I love you
You’re the one, the one for me
I’m in love, and I won’t lie
She’s my girl and always on my mind
She gives me her love and a feeling that’s right
Never lets me down, especially at night
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy,
Out in the back seat of my ‘60 Chevy,
Workin’ on mysteries without any clues,
Workin’ on our night moves…
Workin’ on our night moves,
Tryin’ to make some front page drive-in news,
Workin’ on our night moves in the summertime,
In the sweet summertime…
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine’s in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day’s work
And you’re waiting there, not a care in the world
See the smile a-waitin’ in the kitchen, food cookin’ and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me, in the evening when the day is through
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
'Though we gotta say goodbye, for the summer,
Baby I promise you this–
I’ll send you all my love every day in a letter,
Sealed with a kiss.
You ninja-ed me. We are thinking alike, I guess.
Summertime and the living is easy.
The fish are bitin’ and the cotton is high,
Yo’ Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s good-lookin’
So, hush little baby don’t you cry…
The old folks say that ya gotta end your date by ten
If you’re out on a date and you bring it home late it’s a sin
There just ain’t no excusin’, you know you’re gonna lose and never win
I’ll say it again
And it’s all because your mama don’t dance and your daddy don’t rock and roll
Your mama don’t dance and your daddy don’t rock and roll
When evening rolls around and it’s time to go to town, where do you go?
To rock and roll
Great minds think alike, Beck. 
That you’re wavin’ from the backroads,
By the rivers of my memories,
Ever smilin’
Ever gentle on my mind,
Gentle on my mind…
Strolling along country roads with my baby,
It starts to rain, it begins to pour.
Without an umbrella we’re soaked to the skin;
I feel a shiver run up my spine;
I feel the warmth of her hand in mine…
But February made me shiver
With every paper I delivered
Bad news on the doorstep…
You start the year off fine
(February) You’re my little valentine
(March) I’m gonna march you down the aisle
(April) You’re the Easter Bunny when you smile
Yeah, yeah, my heart’s in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calender girl
I opened the paper, there was your picture
Gone, gone, gone by your own hand
I couldn’t believe it, the paper was shakin’
Gone, gone, gone by your own hand
I know I’m gonna spend the rest of my lifetime wondering why
You found yourself so badly hurt you had to die
Had a love affair but it was only paper
(some rays they pass right through)
Had a lot of fun, could have been a lot better
(some rays they pass right through)
Take a little consideration, take every combination
Take a few weeks off, make it tighter, tighter
But it was never, it was never written down
Still might be a chance that it might work out (if you)
Hold on to that paper
Hold on to that paper
Hold on because it’ll be taken care of
Hold on to that paper
I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I’m sure
And I just can’t wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
'Cause I just can’t wait 'til you write me you’re coming around
I’m walking on sunshine (Wow!)
I’m walking on sunshine (Wow!)
I’m walking on sunshine (Wow!)
And don’t it feel good