We are family,
I got all my sisters with me.
We are family,
Get up everybody and sing…
One child grows up to be
Somebody that just loves to learn
And another child grows up to be
Somebody you’d just love to burn
Mom loves the both of them
You see it’s in the blood
Both kids are good to Mom
Blood’s thicker than mud
It’s a family affair, it’s a family affair
Memories replacing the loves that we’ve lost
Burning our bridges as soon as they’re crossed
Factories built where the rivers ran
And time running out for the family of man
Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl, we get drunk on Friday night
She’s a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl
Saturday night and the bar is packed
The drinks are watered and the decks are stacked
The whores are grinning with their faces cracked
And the gamblers cursing at the horses they backed
Saturday night and the bar is jammed
We’ve got our table and the rest be damned
The waiter’s hovering near at hand
We’re loaded earlier than we planned
Some damn fool is starting a fight
Why does he wait for Saturday night?
Pick guitar
Fill a fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun we’ll have big fun
On the Bayou…
I’m going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fun
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I’d be
Well, it’s not far down to paradise, at least it’s not for me,
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility,
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.
Two drifters, off to see the world
There’s such alot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
My Huckleberry friend
Moon River and me…
I know when night has gone
That a new world’s born at dawn!
I’ll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
There’s a new world comin’. and it’s just around the bend.
There’s a new world comin’, this one’s comin’ to an end.
There’s a new voice callin’, you can hear it if you try.
And its growin’ stronger with each day that passes by.
Christmas Chimes are calling
Santa Santa
Every heart recalling
Santa Santa…
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don’t look to us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little children
Rule Britannia!
Britannia rule the waves
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms…
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose
They eat the jelly between your toes
A big green worm with rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes
Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You’ll probably go far
Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you’d stop and see
How beautiful they are
I wish that I had met you
When your heart was safe to hold
When you were simple and fancy
In that field of marigolds
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold