er hair is gray and old
Her lips chapped and dry
Her hands are always cold
She’s got Marty Feldman eyes
Her once good looks are gone
She’ll no longer entice
A big mole on her nose
She’s got Marty Feldman eyes
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline
Slow dancing
Swaying to the music,
No one else in the whole wide world,
Molotov cocktail, the local drink,
And all she wants to do is dance, dance.
They mix 'em up right
In the kitchen sink.
And all she wants to do is dance.
In some secluded rendezvous,
That overlooks the avenue,
With someone sharing a delightful chat,
Of this and that,
And cocktails for two.
As we enjoy a cigarette,
To some exquisite chansonette,
Two hands are sure to slyly meet beneath a serviette,
With cocktails for two.
Two of us
Sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches
Me and my arrow
Straight up and narrow
Where ever we go
Everyone knows
It’s me and my arrow
Cupid draw back your bow
And let your arrow go
Straight to my lover’s heart for me, for me
Stupid Cupid you’re a real mean guy
I’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly
I’m in love and it’s a crying shame
And I know that you’re the one to blame
Hey hey set me free
Stupid Cupid stop picking on me
For just a skyline pigeon,
Dreaming of the open,
Waiting for the day,
That he can spread his wings,
And fly away again.
When you find yourself in danger,
When you’re threatened by a stranger,
When it looks like you will take a lickin’, (cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck)
There is someone waiting who
Will hurry up and rescue you,
just call-out for Super Chicken! (cluck, awk!)
Strangers in the night
Exchanging glances
Wondering in the night
What were the chances
We’d be sharing love
Before the night was through?
Something in your eyes
Was so inviting
Something in your smile
Was so exciting
Something in my heart told me I must have you
Let’s make love for old times sake
Let’s set right an old mistake
Let’s invite our hearts to break
It’s right tonight
But just for old time’s sake
Remember you as Mars
And me as Venus
Strange to see the grey in your hair
And now feel a peace so deep between us
And to realize that we still care
Darlin’, I am growin’ older, mmm
Silver threads among the go-old
Shine upon my brow today-ay-ay, mmm
Life is fading fast away-ay
But, my darlin’, you will be as you will be
Always young and fair to me
Yes, my darlin’, you-ou will be-ee-ee
Always young and fair to me-ee
All he’s good for is gettin’ in trouble
And shiftin’ his share of the blame
And some people swear he’s my double
And some even say we’re the same
But the silver-tongued devil’s got nothin’ to lose
I’ll only live till I die
We take our own chances, and pay our own dues
The silver tongued devil and I
Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face
And it’s too much too much for me
Trouble
Oh trouble can’t you see
You’re eating my heart away
And there’s nothing much left of me
Somebody stepped inside your soul
Little by little they robbed and stole
Till someone else was in control
You think it’s easier
To give up on the trouble
If the trouble is destroying you
You think it’s easier
But before you threw me a rope
It was the one thing I could hold on to
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman, would you weep for me?
This time tomorrow reckon where I’ll be
Down in some lonesome valley hangin’ from a white oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry (ah-uh-eye)
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die (ah well now boy)
Oh no, I’ll never get over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms to hold me
When all the love is there…