Someone’s knockin’ at the door,
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell.
Someone’s knockin’ at the door,
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell.
Do me a favour–open the door, and let 'em in.
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
In the velvet darkness,
Of the blackest night,
Burning bright,
There’s a guiding star,
No matter what,
Or who you are.
She’s well-acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust
Sun sun sun
Burn burn burn
MOON, MOON, MOON
I will get you
Soon
Soon
Soon
I am the lizard king
I can do anything
Wake your reasons’ hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat
Leapin’ Lizards!
Who’s the little chatterbox
The one with pretty auburn locks
Who can it be
It’s Little Orphan Annie
She and Sandy make a pair
They never seem to have a care
Cute little she
This Little Orphan Annie
Everyday before supper time, she’d go down by the truck patch
And pick her a mess of polk salad, and carry it home in a tow sack
Polk salad Annie, the gators got your granny
Everybody says it was a shame…
Every day she takes a morning bath she wets her hair
Wraps a towel around her as she’s heading for the bedroom chair
It’s just another day
Slipping into stockings, stepping into shoes
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat
It’s just another day
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And her knees was a-knockin’ and her shoes was a-rockin’
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking
And we danced by the light of the moon
Didn’t it feel good
We were sitting there talking
Or lying there not talking
Didn’t it feel good
You dance with the lady
With the hole in her stocking
Didn’t it feel good
Didn’t it feel good
Wouldn’t it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day?
Wouldn’t it be good if we could wish ourselves away?
Wouldn’t it be good to be on your side?
The grass is always greener over there
Wouldn’t it be good if we could live without a care?
These boots are made for walking,
And one of these days,
These boots are gonna walk allover you…
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
Whose bed have your boots been under?
Yeah heel toe do si do
Come on baby let’s go boot scootin’
Oh cadillac blackjack baby meet me out back
We’re gonna boogie
Oh, get down, turn around, go to town
Boot scootin’ boogie
Oh take off your thirsty boots
And stay for awhile
Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
And maybe I can make you laugh
And maybe I can try
Lookin’ for the evenin’
And the mornin’ in your eyes
I ain’t never been with a woman long enough, for my boots to get old
We’ve been together so long now they both need to be sewed
If I ever settle down you’d be my kind
And it’s a good time for me to head on down the line
Heard it in a love song
Heard it in a love song
Heard it in a love song
Can’t be wrong
You can’t go on
Thinking nothing’s wrong, ohh no
Who’s gonna drive you home
Tonight?
You can’t go on
Thinking nothing’s wrong, ohh no
Who’s gonna drive you home
Tonight?
A thumb goes up, a car goes by
It’s nearly 1 AM and here am I
Hitchin’ a ride, hitchin’ a ride
Gotta get me home by the mornin’ light
I’ve got no fare to ride a train
I’m nearly drownin’ in the pourin’ rain
Hitchin’ a ride, hitchin’ a ride
Gotta get me home to my baby’s side
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just a wrote me a letter
I don’t care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter