Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
If you’re on a highway and Road Runner goes beep beep.
Just step aside or you might end up in a heap.
Road Runner, Road Runner runs down the road all day.
Even the coyote can’t make him change his ways.
Passion dripping from the coyote’s eyes
He can taste his blood an’ blood never lies
Pale face die
True men don’t kill coyotes
True men don’t kill coyotes
When I’m watchin’ my TV
And a man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts could me
But he can’t be a man 'cause he does not smoke
The same cigarettes as me
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)
Hank, why do you drink, why do you blow smoke, why do you live out those songs that you wrote…
The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon each page
The words of love you sent me
Sitting in the classroom, thinking it’s a drag
Listening to the teacher rap, just ain’t my bag
The noon bells rings, you know that’s my cue
I’m gonna meet the boys on floor number two!
Smokin’ in the boys’ room
Smokin’ in the boys’ room
Now, teacher, don’t you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin’ ain’t allowed in school
With a few red lights, a few old beds
We made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we’ll never forget
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
[in honor of my mom, who was kicked off the basketball team for smoking in the school bathroom] - this made more sense before Pepperwinkle sneaked in
Now basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
I keep it so fresh on the microphone
I like no interruption when the game is on
I like slam-dunks that take me to the hoop
My favorite play is the alley-oop
I like the pick-n-roll
I like the give-n-go
And it’s basketball Bow Wow let’s go
There’s a man in the funny papers we all know,
He lived ‘way back a long time ago,
He don’t eat nothin’ but a bear cat stew,
Well this cat’s name is-a Alley Oop.
Black and orange stray cat sittin’ on a fence
I ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent
I’m flat broke but I don’t care
I strut right by with my tail in the air
The indisputable leader of the gang.
He’s the boss, he’s a VIP, he’s a championship.
He’s the most tip top,
Top Cat.
I met him at the candy store–
He turned around and smiled at me.
You get the picture?
“Yes, we see.”
That’s when I fell for the leader of the pack.
Yes, they’ll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.
I’m coming home
I’ve done my time
Now I’ve got to know what is and isn’t mine
If you received my letter telling you
I’d soon be free
Then you’ll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
It’s early up, Ontario farm
Chicken crow for day
I wish I grew Annapolis apples
Up above Fundy’s Bay
Oh, it seems so far away
On the ridge above Acadia’s town
To the valley down below
The evening shadow falls upon the families
Listening to the radio
And watching the apples grow
When I’m drivin’ in my car, and the man come on the radio
He’s tellin’ me more and more about some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I’m driving in my car, I turn on the radio
I’m pulling you close, you just say no
You say you don’t like it, but girl I know you’re a liar
'Cause when we kiss, ooooh, fire