Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing—
Wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
It was in the paint department…
I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that’s why I love you…
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw,
Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall;
Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon–
Oh, won’t you stay?
We’ll put on the day;
There’s a sun show every second.
We got magic to do just for you
We got miracle plays to play
We got parts to perform
Hearts to warm
Kings and things to take by storm
As we go along our way
You have to believe we are magic
Nothin’ can stand in our way
You have to believe we are magic
Don’t let your aim ever stray
And if all your hopes survive
Your destiny will arrive
I’ll bring all your dreams alive
For you
My name is John Wellington Wells,
I’m a dealer in magic and spells,
In blessings and curses
And ever-filled purses,
In prophecies, witches, and knells.
The spirit of Fatima still rules the earth
She knows your future; she knows what its worth
Sister Fatima has god-given powers
On 42nd street in a shop that sells flowers
Is her palace
Come and be healed
Give my regards to Broadway,
Remember me to Herald Square.
Tell all the gang at Forty-Second Street,
That I will soon be there…
Sleep tight baby, let’s call it a day,
Sleep tight baby,
Listen to the lullabye,
Of old Broadway
Once there was a way to get back homeward,
Once there was a way to get back home.
Sleep, pretty darling; do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Robbin’ people with a six-gun
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I miss my baby and the good fun
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I shot the sheriff,
But I did not shoot the deputy
Hoo-hoo-hoo, Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas
You know he knows just exactly what the facts is
He ain’t gonna let those two escape justice
He makes his livin’ off of the people’s taxes
Little Johnny Walker caught a bullet last night, running from a guitar store,
He took a left down the alley, guess he shoulda gone right,
Now he won’t take nuthin’ no more…more, more…
While my guitar gently weeps…
I’m a spaceship superstar,
Got a solar-powered laser beam guitar.
I’m at the top of all the charts on Mars;
I’m a spaceship superstar…
Here comes the sun (doo doo doo doo)
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right
Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain,
Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain.
Now the dark days are gone, and the bright days are here,
My sunny one shines so sincere,
Sunny, one so true–I love you.