Laughin’ Laughin’ with our friends
Holding hands meant something, baby
Outside the club ‘Cherry Bomb’
Our hearts were really pumpin’
Say, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah…
So long, mom,
I’m off to drop the bomb,
So don’t wait up for me.
But though I may roam,
I’ll come back to my home,
Although it may be
A pile of debris.
Remember, mommy,
I’m off to get a commie,
So send me a salami,
And try to smile somehow.
I’ll look for you when the war is over,
An hour and a half from now!
Oh we will all fry together when we fry
We’ll be French-fried potatoes by-and-by
There will be no more misery
When the world is our rotisserie
Yes, we all will fry together when we fry
We should be together
We should be together my friends
We can be together
We will be
We must begin here and now
A new continent of earth and fire
Come on now gettin’ higher and higher
Tear down the walls
Tear down the walls (the album jacket says “Fred”)
Tear down the walls
Won’t you try
Sailin’ away on the crest of a wave
It’s like magic
Oh, rollin’ and ridin’ and slippin’ and slidin’
It’s magic
And you, and your sweet desire
You took me higher and higher, baby
It’s a livin’ thing
It’s a terrible thing to lose
It’s a given thing
What a terrible thing to lose
Sailing takes me away to where I’ve always heard it could be,
Just a dream and the wind to carry me,
And soon I will be free…
You may say I’m a dreamer,
But I’m not the only one
Someday you will join us
And the world will live as one…
Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer,
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said dreamer, you’re nothing but a dreamer,
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said “far out, what a day, a year, a life it is!”
You know, well you know, you had it comin’ to you.
Now, there’s not a lot I can do…
Don’t fall in love with a dreamer
'Cause he’ll always take you in
Just when you think you’ve really changed him
He’ll leave you again
Sunshine knocking on my window
Couldn’t wake me from this dream (we dream)
Cause I don’t care which way the wind blows
I will follow you
It seems
That in my life
Cause in your life
You believe
In dreams
In dreams I walk with you, in dreams I talk to you
In dreams you’re mine, all of the time
We’re together in dreams, in dreams
And next, the room was full of wild and angry men.
They seemed to hate this man.
They fell on him, and then
Disappeared again.
Then I saw thousands of millions
Crying for this man.
And then I heard them mentioning my name,
And leaving me the blame.
Conquistador there is no time
I must pay my respect
And though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret
And as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no, only all
And though you came with sword held high
You did not conquer, only die
Farewell and good cheer
Oh my brave cavalier
Ride onward to glorious strife.
I swear when you’re gone
I’ll remember you well
For all of the rest of my life.
Hail, Knight of the Woeful Countenance,
Knight of the Woeful Countenance
Fare to the foe,
They will quail at the sight
Of the Knight of the Woeful Countenance!
We’re knights of the round table
We dance whene’er we’re able
We do routines and scenes
With footwork impeccable.
We dine well here in Camelot
We eat ham and jam and Spam a lot.
He likes bread and butter
He likes toast and Jam
That’s what his baby feeds him
He’s her lovin’ man…
Pump up the jam, pump it up
While you feet are stompin’
And the jam is pumpin’
Look at here the crowd is jumpin’
Pump it up a little more
Get the party going on the dance floor
Seek us that’s where the party’s at
And you’ll find out if you’re too bad
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin,
Could have been three, four, six-packs, I don’t know,
But look at the mess I’m in.
My head is like a football, I think I’m gonna die,
Tell me, me oh me oh my,
Wasn’t that a party?
Are you ready for some football?
A Monday night invasion
Yeah, this is “Rocking” Randall Hank
With a special elect for the nation
Here comes the hits, the bangs, the blocks and the spikes
Cause all my rowdy friends drop in on Monday night
You gotta be a football hero to get along with the beautiful girls.
A touchdown getter, you bet.
The fact that you are rich and handsome won’t get you anything in curls
You gotta be a football hero to get along with the beautiful girls,