Good morning mister sunshine, you brighten up my day,
Come sit beside me in your way.
I see you every morning, outside the restaurants,
The music plays so nonchalant.
Lonely days, lonely nights,
Where would I be without my woman?
The sun has got his hat on
And he’s coming out to day
All the little birds are singing
All the little gnats are stinging
All the little bees in twos and threes
Buzzing in the sun all day
Come on let’s crawl
Gotta crawl, gotta crawl
To the ugly bug ball
To the ball, to the ball
And a happy time we’ll have there
One and all
At the ugly bug ball
Well I used to smile when I was a pup
Sailing down the Nile in china cup
With the recipe for a lovely day
Sticking out my back pocket
But it wasn’t always such a pretty sight
'Cause we used to fight like cats and dogs
Till me made it up in the ballroom
Ballroom dancing made a man of me
One, two, three, four
I just plain adore your
Ballroom dancing, seen it on TV
I got what I got from ballroom dancing
Big b.d.
I ache for the touch of your lips, dear
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear
You can raise welts like nobody else
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
Let our love be a flame, not an ember
Say it’s me that you want to dismember
Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie
As we dance to the Masochism Tango
All right! It’s Zee Wango, Zee Tango
1-2-3-4
Come on boys
Time to Wango
My baby she like to rock
My baby she like to roll
My baby she can dance all night
My baby got no control
She do the Wango Tango
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
And we will all bake together when we bake.
There’ll be nobody present at the wake.
With complete participation
In that grand incineration,
Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak.
Don’t you understand, what I’m trying to say?
And can’t you feel the fears I’m feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no running away,
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it’s bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
The world is full of terror
If someone makes an error
He’s gonna blow us up
To biddy biddy kingdom come
There are some crazy rulers
They hide and try to fool us
With demonic, technologic
Willingness to harm
They’re gonna push the button, push the button
Push the bu… push the bu… push the button
Push the button, push the button
Push the bu… push the bu… push the button
But all around
Even our old friends put us down
Let’s drop the big one
And see what happens
First we got the bomb and that was good,
'Cause we love peace and motherhood.
Then Russia got the bomb, but that’s O.K.,
'Cause the balance of power’s maintained that way!
Who’s next?
France got the bomb, but don’t you grieve,
'Cause they’re on our side, I believe.
China got the bomb, but have no fears;
They can’t wipe us out for at least five years!
Who’s next?
Then Indonesia claimed that they
Were gonna get one any day.
South Africa wants two, that’s right:
One for the black and one for the white!
Who’s next?
Egypt’s gonna get one, too,
Just to use on you know who.
So Israel’s getting tense,
Wants one in self defense.
"The Lord’s our shepherd, " says the psalm,
But just in case, we better get a bomb!
Who’s next?
Luxembourg is next to go
And, who knows, maybe Monaco.
We’ll try to stay serene and calm
When Alabama gets the bomb!
Who’s next, who’s next, who’s next?
Who’s next?
The higher up I get
I bury it
I bury it
The higher up I get
TICK TICK TOCK
And it’s bomb’s away…
Yeah, come on Wall Street, don’t be slow,
Why man, this is war a-go-go,
There’s plenty good money to be made,
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.
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…
Well there’s a brand new place I found-a
Where people goin’ from miles around-a
They come from everywhere and if you’ll drop in there
You might see anyone in town-a
Going to a go-go, everybody’s
Going to a go-go, come on now
Don’t you wanna go, yeah
A one more time, yeah
I’m going to a go-go, hoo-hoo-wee-eee
A vacation in a foreign land
Uncle Sam does the best he can
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh, you’re in the army now
Now you remember what the draftman said
Nothing to do all day but stay in bed
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh, you’re in the army now
You’ll be the hero of the neighbourhood
Nobody knows that you’ve left for good
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh, you’re in the army now
Smiling faces as you wait to land
But once you get there no one gives a damn
You’re in the army now
Oh, oh, you’re in the army now
This is the Army, Mister Jones,
No private rooms or telephones,
You had your breakfast in bed before,
But you won’t have it there any more.
This is the Army, Mister Green,
We like the barracks nice and clean,
You had a housemaid to clean your floor,
But she won’t help you out any more.
I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know she dances while his father plays guitar
She’s suddenly beautiful
And we all want something beautiful
Man, I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Shalalala la la la la, yeah…
Uh huh, yeah… Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of them Spanish dances
And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me, help me believe in anything
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes, yeah
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it’s like on the outside?
Don’t go talking too loud, you’ll cause a landslide,
Mr. Jones…
Slip slidin’ away
Slip slidin’ away
You know you’re nearer destination
The more you’re slip slidin’ away…