You say you wanna go for a spin
The party’s just begun, we’ll let you in
You drive us wild, we’ll drive you crazy
You keep on shoutin’, you keep on shoutin’
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You said a couple things that showed your place
But how many ways
Make my life worthwhile
Tell me I’ll
Spend the rest of my days near you,
Near you…
It’s not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me
Oh no, it’s just the nearness of you
It isn’t your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation
Oh no, it’s just the nearness of you
Snow time ain’t no time to stay outdoors and spoon
So shine on
Shine on harvest moon for me and my gal
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you’ll take me up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be
The killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new,
And my yearning heart keeps saying you’re not mine…
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excava-ha-ha-hating for a mine,
Far away from the boom-boom-boom of the city
She was so pretty - what a pity, Clementine.
Oh Clementine, can’t you tell from the howls of me
This love of mine calls to you from the bowels of me.
Are you discerning the returning
Of this churning, burning, yearning for you…oo oo…ah ah…
I know too well
I’m underneath your spell
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it’s my heart . . . (hiccup)
'Scuse me!
Take your cigarette from its holder
And burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine
And swear that you’re mine
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
You were smokin’ on a cigarette
Talking ‘bout the deficit,
Putting all them wild boys down,
Like a drunken Mona Lisa
Or the leaning Tower of Pisa,
Hangin’ off the edge of town…
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Men have named you
You’re so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause you’re lonely
They have blamed you
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin’
Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya
At seven p.m., a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it’s been good to know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin’ in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
So hoist up the John B’s sail
See how the main sail sets
Call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home
I want to go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home
So I called up the Captain,
“Please bring me my wine.”
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine.”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night,
Just to hear them say…
I was a Sailor
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner around the Horn of Mexico…
Two Mexican farmers en route to a town I can’t say,
Let me ride on the back of a flatbed half-loaded with hay.
Down through Durango, Colima, Almiera,
Then in the Manzanillo,
Where I slept in the sunshine on the seashores of old Mexico.
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo.
As I walked out on Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped in white linen,
Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
“I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.”
These words he did say as I boldly walked by.
"Come an’ sit down beside me an’ hear my sad story.
“I’m shot in the breast an’ I know I must die.”
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Raise hell as I stroll along