Tutti frutti, oh rutti
Tutti frutti, woo!
Tutti frutti, oh rutti
Tutti frutti, oh rutti
Tutti frutti, oh rutti
Awop-bop-a-loo-mop alop-bom-bom
Fruit Salad, Yummy Yummy
Yummy Yummy
Yummy Yummy
Fruit Salad
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy,
I got love in my tummy
And I feel like a-loving you.
Love, you’re such a sweet thing,
Good enough to eat thing,
And that’s just a-what I’m gonna do.
Just eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken
Have some more pie
It doesn’t matter if it’s boiled or fried
Just eat it, just eat it
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Well like a picture she was laying there
Moonlight dancing off her hair
She woke up and took me by the hand
She’s gonna love me in my Chevy van
And that’s alright with me
Drove the chevy to the levy but the levy was dry. Them good ole boys drinking whiskey and rye…singing this will be the day that I die…this will be the day that I die…
Well, that’ll be the day, when you say goodbye,
Yes, that’ll be the day, when you make me cry,
You say you’re gonna leave, you know it’s a lie,
'Cause that’ll be the day when I die.
And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopee! We’re all gonna die.
Down and out
It can’t be helped that there’s a lot of it about
With, without
And who’ll deny it’s what the fighting’s all about?
Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting,
Those kids were fast as lightning,
In fact, it was a little bit frightening,
But they fought with expert timing.
He threw down a glove you made the mistake
Of picking it up now you’re gone
The choosing of guns or fighting with swords
The choice of weapons is done
He’ll tear you apart as soon as you start
You know you don’t have a chance
(Um. Yeah, that’s the song I based my response upon. You’re not really good at this game.)
[Hey, we’ve all done it, give her a break, eh?]
Eye to eye stand winners and losers
Hurt by envy, cut by greed
Face to face with their own disillusions
The scars of old romances still on their cheeks.
And when blow by blow
The passion dies sweet little death
Just have been lies.
Some memories of gone by times would still recall the lies.
Maxwell’s hammer came down on her head…
That wasn’t very nice. Different part of the song anyway
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say he’s sick, he’s obscene
Look! It’s the man who flies around like an eagle.
Look! It’s the enemy of all that’s illegal.
Look! At the muscles on those arms, they’re like hammers.
Look! It’s the nut who walks around in pajamas.
That’s no nut, boy, that’s Captain Nice.
Nice! Nice! Nice! Nice! Nice!
Ride Captain, ride
Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.