It’s May, It’s May, that gorgeous holiday
When every maiden prays that her lad will be a cad
It’s mad, it’s gay, alive, a lust display
June is bustin’ out all over
All over the meadow and the hill
Buds’re bustin’ outa bushes
And the rompin’ river pushes
Ev’ry little wheel that wheels beside the mill
Down by the Old Mill Stream where I first met you
With your eyes of blue, dressed in gingham too
It was there I knew that you loved me too
You were sixteen, (you were sixteen)
My village queen, (my village queen)
By the Old Mill Stream.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It’s good to touch the green green grass of home…
Where are you
Cherry red, sweeter than the honeycomb
Sweeter still when we’re alone
Cherry red, my cherry red
Turquoise green, greener than the deeper sea
Greener still when she’s with me
Cherry red, my cherry red
They bought a souped-up jitney
'Twas a cherry red '53
They drove it down to Orleans
To celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre
Was married to the lovely mademoiselle
“C’est la vie”, say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is “La vie en rose”
When you kiss me, heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see “La vie en rose”
John’s in love with Joan
Joan’s in love with Jim
Jim’s in love with someone
Who’s not in love with him
What was meant to be, must be
C’est la vie, c’est la vie
Life’s a funny thing
When it comes to love
You don’t always conquer
The one you’re dreaming of
I got it from Agnes
She got it from Jim
We all agree it must have been
Louise who gave it to him
Now she got it from Harry
Who got it from Marie
And ev’rybody knows that Marie
Got it from me
That girl, she got it
Twelve on a ten scale, oo she’s flawless
She got game, yep she brought it
Mm mm, yea I want it
You break necks when ya walk by (walk by)
You got wings 'cause you’re so fly (so fly)
You don’t even have to try (no)
Baby you got it, you got it
A goddess on a mountain top
Was burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name
She’s got it
Yeah baby, she’s got it
Well, I’m your Venus
I’m your fire
At your desire
Venus, if you will
Please send a little girl for me to thrill
A girl who wants my kisses and my arms
A girl with all the charms of you
Young girl, get out of my mind,
My love for you is way out of line,
Better run girl,
You’re much too young girl.
Little Sister, don’t you
Little Sister, don’t you
Little Sister don’t you kiss me once or twice
Then say it’s very nice and then you run
Little Sister don’t you do what your big Sister done…
I see flames in your eyes
Damn, they burn so bright
Don’t you try to hide it
Sister, sister, sister
Don’t you try to hide it
Sister, sister, sister
Don’t you try to hide it
*With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail,
Too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the Whole of the Moon…
*
He rode a blazing saddle
He wore a shining star
His job to offer battle
To bad men near and far
He conquered fear and he conquered hate
He turned our night into day
He made his blazing saddle
A torch to light the way
I get no kick from champagne.
Mere alcohol
Doesn’t thrill me at all.
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?
Some—they may go for cocaine.
I’m sure that if
I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically, too.
Yet I get a kick out of you.
And don’t it seem kicks just keep gettin’ harder to find
And all your kicks ain’t bringin’ you peace of mind,
Before you find out it’s too late, girl
You better get straight…
And I’m tellin’ you,
It’s too late to turn back now,
I believe, I believe, I believe I’m falling in love.
It’s too late to turn back now,
I believe, I believe, I believe I’m falling in love.