Well, I’m the type of guy who will never settle down,
Where pretty girls are, well you know that I’m around,
I kiss 'em and I love 'em cause to me they’re all the same,
I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don’t even know my name.
They call me the wanderer,
Yeah, the wanderer,
I roam around, around, around…
Being footloose and fancy free
Ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
The grass ain’t any greener
Here on the the other side…
I might win a heart or two
But, I can’t win for losing you…
Now I gotta cut loose
Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don’t need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don’t need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
Gus is the cat at the theatre door
His name, as I ought to have told you before
Is really Asparagus, but that’s a fuss to pronounce
That we usually call him just Gus
His coat’s very shabby, he’s thin as a rake
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake
For he was in his youth quite the smartest of cats
But no longer a terror to mice or to rats
Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep.
Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.
Can’t you hear that pitter pat, oh that happy tune is your step.
Life can be so sweet, on the sunny side of the street.
I used to walk in the shade with the blues on parade.
But now I’m not afraid that it’s rover, to cross over.
I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year
And I’ve spent all me money on whiskey and beer
But now I’m returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more
And it’s no, nay, never
No, nay, never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No, never no more
As I roved out on a May morning
On a May morning right early
I spied my love upon the way
Oh Lord but she was early.
I have only one itching desire,
Let me stand next to your fire
[Let me stand next to your fire] Yeah, let me stand next to your fire
[Let me stand next to your fire] Let me stand
[Let me stand next to your fire] Oh, Let me stand
[Let me stand next to your fire] Oh
Oh, move over Rover,
And let Jimi take over.
Yeah, you know what I’m talking about
Yeah!
Get on with it baby!
Remember bad bad Leroy Brown,
Hey Jimmy touched us with that song.
Time won’t change a friend we came to know.
And Bobby gave us Mack the Knife,
Well look out, he’s back in town.
They’ll all be there together,
When they meet in one big show.
Another op’nin’, another Show
Another op’nin’, another show
In Philly, Boston or Baltimoe,
A chance for stagefolks to say “hello”
Another op’nin’, another show.
Another job that you hope, at last,
Will make your future forget your past,
Another pain where the ulcers grow,
Another op’nin’, another show
We all came out to Montereax,
On the Lake Geneva shoreline.
To make records with a mobile,
We didn’t have much time.
But Frank Zappa and the Mothers,
Were at the best place around,
But some stupid with a flare gun,
Burned the place to the ground.
Smoke on the water and fire in the sky.
Smoke on the water…
They ask me how I knew
My true love was true
I of course replied
Something here inside
Can not be denied
They Said someday you’ll find
all who love are blind
When your heart’s on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes
Don’t ya love her madly?
Don’t ya need her badly?
Don’t ya love her ways?
Tell me what you say
Don’t you love her madly?
Wanna be her daddy?
Don’t ya love her face?
Don’t ya love her as she’s walkin’ out the door
Like she did one thousand times before?
And who’s the one guy that you come runnin’ to
When your love life starts tumblin’?
I got the money if you got the honey
Let’s cut a deal let’s make a plan
Who’s your daddy, who’s your baby?
Who’s your buddy, who’s your man?
What’s that honey
Pick you up at 8 and don’t be late
But baby, I ain’t got no money honey
Oh alright baby, you know what I like
Chantilly lace and a pretty face
And a pony tail a hangin’ down
That wiggle in the walk
And giggle in the talk
Makes the world go round
There ain’t nothin’ in the world
Like a big eyed girl
That makes me act so funny
Make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a girl, oh baby that’s what I like
Lovers forever face to face
My city your mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather,
Take from me my lace.
Won’t you meet me in Montana
I want to see the mountains in your eyes
Whoa, whoa
I’ve had all of this life I can handle
Meet me underneath that big Montana sky…
I might be movin’ to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Dental FlossRaisin’ it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
That I can sell uptownBy myself I wouldn’t
Have no boss,
But I’d be raisin’ my lonely
Dental Floss
Uptown girl,
She’s been living in her uptown world,
I bet she’s never had a backstreet guy,
I bet her mama never told her why.