I don’t care, I don’t care
What they may think of me
I’m happy-go-lucky, they say that I’m plucky
Contented and carefree
He had white horses,
And ladies by the score,
All dressed in satin,
And waiting by the door.
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was,
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was.
Fortune has me well in hand, armies wait at my command
My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand
The angels guide my ev’ry tread, my enemies are sick or dead
But all the victories I’ve led haven’t brought you to my bed
You see, everybody loves me, baby, what’s the matter with you?
Won’tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?
So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure
Tons of gold for which they’d kill.
Came the answer from the kingdom,
With our brothers we will share,
All the riches of the mountain,
All the treasure buried there.
There will be peace in the valley for me, some day
There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
There’ll be no sadness, no sorrow
No trouble, trouble I see
There will be peace in the valley for me, for me
Heard about the Jolly Green Giant (potatoes)
He’s so big and mean (artichoke hearts)
He stands there laughin’ with his hands on his hips
And then he hits you with a can of beans
He lives down there in his valley (Brussels sprouts)
The cat stands tall and green (spinach)
Well, he ain’t no prize, and there’s no women his size
And that’s why the cat’s so mean
No more giants
Waging war.
Can’t we just pursue out lives
With out children and our wives?
'Till that happy day arrives,
How do you ignore
All the witches,
All the curses,
All the wolves, all the lies,
The false hopes, the goodbyes,
The reverses,
All the wondering what even worse is
Still in store?
All the children…
All the giants…
No more.
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Sunday, Monday, Happy Days,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days,
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days,
The weekend comes, the cycle hums,
Ready to race to you.
Monday, that was never good anyway
Tuesday, I’d get alittle sideways
Wednesday I feel better just for spite
Thursday and Friday take too long
Before I know it Saturday’s gone
It’s Sunday now and you can bet that I’m alright…
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday love
Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday love after all this time
My heart still feels pain
When I look at you
Memories of love
Like no one before
You’ll stay on my mind
Feeling so special
I was yours and you were mine
Monday mornin’ feels so bad
Ev’rybody seems to nag me
Comin’ Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wednesday just don’t go
Thursday goes too slow
I’ve got Friday on my mind
Nothing matters but the weekend,
From a Tuesday point of view.
Like a kettle in the kitchen,
I feel the steam begin to brew.
Switchin’ to glide…
Runnin’ around
Like some kinda lonely clown
Rainy days and Monday’s always get me down…
Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin’ you gave me no warnin’ of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin’ all of the time
They call it Stormy Monday,
But Tuesday’s just as bad.
They call it Stormy Monday,
But Tuesday’s just as bad.
Lord, and Wednesday’s worse,
And Thursday’s all so sad.
The eagle flies on Friday,
Saturday I go out to play.
The eagle flies on Friday,
Saturday I go out to play.
Sunday I go to church,
Gonna kneel down and pray.
Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
`cause saturday night’s the night I like
Saturday night’s alright alright alright
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright
It don’t seem the same since cosmic light
Came into my life, I thought I was divine
I used to go for a ride with a chick who’d go
And listen to the music on the radio
A saxophone was blowing on a rock and roll show
We climbed in the back seat, really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul
Really love that rock and roll
Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It’s got a back beat, you can’t lose it
Any old time you use it
It’s gotta be rock and roll music
If you wanna dance with me
If you wanna dance with me
Her voice is soft and cool
Her eyes are clear and bright
But she’s not there