“Things are different today”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Cooking fresh food for a husband’s just a drag
So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day
Doctor please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old
Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime
His sister had another one she paid it for a lime
She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up
She put the lime in the coconut, she called the doctor, woke ‘im up
And said, "doctor, ain’t there nothin’ I can take?
I said, doctor, to relieve this belly ache"
Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
See I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can
When the whistles blow
And the cymbals crash
And the sparklers light the sky
I’m gonna raise the roof
I’m gonna carry on
Give me an old trombone
Give me an old baton
Before the parade passes by!
Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos,
The cream of ev’ry famous band.
There’s a feelin’ comes a’stealin’
And it sets my brain a’reelin’
When I hear the music of a Military band…
Here they come with the clarinets a-wailing,
Here they come rather quickly up the square,
And I know in a moment I’ll be cheering
And my bright Sunday hat will be high in the air
For The New Ashmolean Marching Society
And Students’ Conservatory Band!
In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You’ll be the grandest lady in the Easter parade.
I’ll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter parade.
On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet,
And of the girl I’m taking to the Easter parade.
Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places we used to go
All I’ve got is a photograph
And I realize you’re not coming back anymore
If you took all the girls I knew
When I was single
And brought 'em all together for one night
I know they’d never match
My sweet imagination
Everything looks worse in black and white
Kodachrome
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama, don’t take my Kodachrome away
The ink is black
The page is white
Together we learn to read and write
A child is black
A child is white
A whole world looks upon the sight
A beautiful sight
Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh Lord, why don’t we?
Harmony and me
We’re pretty good company
Looking for an island
In our boat upon the sea
Harmony, gee I really love you
And I want to love you forever
And dream of the never, never, never leaving harmony
We come on the Sloop John B,
My grandfather and me,
Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinking all night,
Got into a fight,
Well I feel so broke up,
I want to go home.
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without wings, without wheels
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without anything but the love we feel
Oh 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…
Why, why, why, why, why, why…
She (you) ran away
And I wonder where she (you) will stay
My little Runaway
A run, run, run, run
Runaway…
I’m gonna run to you,
I’m gonna run to you,
'Cause when the feelin’s right, I’m gonna run all night,
I’m gonna run to you.
Mama’s got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when daddy comes home
He never gets no rest
'Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
This little song, it ain’t so sad
The cutest little song you ever had
Those of you who will not sing
You must be playin’ with your own ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling