1 for the flaming sun
2 for the location
3 for the martyrs and the stars
4 for the wind and sand
5 so you understand
6 for the slips 'twixt the cup and the lips
1 for the cockpit blues
2 for the Panzer crews
3 for the vast and molten sky
4 for the failed talks
5 for the knives and forks
6 for forbidden kicks
All the yobbos in the sticks
1 law for the officers
1 for the gentlemen
2 bad you 3 know what it’s 4
5 for this awful dive
6 for the jelly hicks
7 for the lucky pricks who went to heaven
I’ll sing you twelve, O
Green grow the rushes, O
What are your twelve, O?
Twelve for the twelve apostles,
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven, and
Ten for the Ten Commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky, and
Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door, and
Four for the gospel-makers,
Three, three arrivals!
Two, two lily-white boys
Clothed all in green, O
One is one, and all alone,
And ever more shall be so.
Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine.
Don’t disturb me now, I can see the answers
'Till this evening is this morning, life is fine.
Always hoped that I’d be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So they’ll still talk about us when we’ve died.
All your sad and lost apostles
Hum my name and flare their nostrils
Choking on the bones you toss to them
Well, I’m not one to sit and spin
'Cause living well’s the best revenge
Baby, I am calling you on that
I’ve dug two graves for us, my dear
Can’t pretend that I was perfect, leaving you in fear
Oh man, what a world, the things I hear
If I could act on my revenge, then, oh, would I?
Some kill, some steal, some break your heart
And you thought that I would let it go, and let you walk
Well, broken hearts break bones, so break up fast
I will walk on down to the corner
I’ll be watching from the corner of my eye
I wouldn’t try to stop you from leaving
But I was never much for saying, good bye
And you know better than I do
Just what you’re hoping to find
Ah, you’ve got a lot to think over
And I’ve got nothing but time
I’ve got nothing but time
I’ve been watching you
From the corner of my eye
I’ve been watching you
For most of my life
I’ve seen you try
To hide your desires
I’ve seen through your
Desception & lies
You can’t change
What’s already been done
You can’t hide
What I’ve known all along
And there’s nothing you can do…
(You know nothing about me
I know all about you)
Every breath you take and every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you
Every single day and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay, I’ll be watching you
Oh, can’t you see you belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take
God thy will is hard
But you hold every card
I will drink your cup of poison
Nail me to your cross and break me
Bleed me, beat me
Kill me, take me now
Before I change my mind
Yeah you got your dead cat and you got your dead dog
On a moonlight night you got your dead toad frog
Got your dead rabbit and your dead raccoon
The blood and the guts they’re gonna make you swoon
You got your
Dead skunk in the middle
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Dead skunk in the middle of the road
Stinkin’ to high heaven
At a party last week, there was some high-class folks
Ev’rything on the table, an’ that ain’t no joke
They had barbecue possum, rattlesnake gravy
Chicken fried skunk, an’ it smelt real crazy
Ev’rything went fine, but one thing made me blue
A cat reached across my plate, for some armadillo stew
Now when you at the table, you act real nice
You say, “pass me that” or “pass me the platter”
But just because you hungry, an’ happen to come in late
Don’t you go reachin’, across MY plate
How come you’re always such a fussy young man
Don’t want no Cap’n Crunch, don’t want no Raisin Bran
Well don’t you know that other kids are starvin’ in Japan
So eat it, just eat it
Don’t want to argue, I don’t want to debate
Don’t want to hear about what kinds of foods you hate
You won’t get no dessert 'till you clean off you’re plate
So eat it
Makin’ the best of every virtue and vice
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god almighty, which way do I steer?
Jambalaya, crawfish pie and filé gumbo
For tonight, I’m-a gonna see my ma cher a mi-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
Way down in New Orleans,
The land of dreams,
Big juicy pig tails
In a pot of red beans,
On Monday night in New Orleans.
So baby, don’t look so mean,
Fix me some beans,
Before you know it
I done licked the plate clean,
On Monday night in New Orleans.
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin’ a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go go
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong, the feeling’s getting stronger
The longer I stay away