Please come to Boston for the springtime,
I’m stayin’ here with some friends,
And they’ve got lots of room,
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk,
By a cafe where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston…
At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain’t no fields to plow
No reason to now
He’s just a little out of place
They say crime don’t pay
But neither does farmin’ these days
And the coffee is cold
And he’s fifty years old
And he’s gotta learn to live some other way
In a little cafe
Just the other side of the border
She was just sitting there givin’ me looks
That made my mouth water
And then you took the words right out of my mouth.
Oh it must have been while you were kissing me.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
Oh and I swear it’s true, I was just about to say I love you.
I loved you half your life…
And, I’ll keep on loving you…
But, I can’t change and live the way you want me too…
Bittersweet memories –
That is all I’m taking with me
So good-bye
Please don’t cry:
We both know I’m not what you, you need
And I… will always love you
I… will always love you
You, ooh
Memories may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it’s the laughter we will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were
*I never knew lonely could be so blue
I never knew lonely could tear you in two
I never loved someone like I love you
I never knew lonely til you…*
Blue, blue, my world is blue
Blue is my world now I’m without you
Gray, gray, my life is gray
Cold is my heart since you went away
Red, red, my eyes are red
Crying for you alone in my bed
Green, green, my jealous heart
I doubted you and now we’re apart
Fee, fee, fi, fi, fo-fo, fum
Look at Molly now, here she comes
Wearin’ her wig hat and shades to match
She’s got high-heel shoes and an elegant hat
Wearin’ her pearls and her diamond rings
She’s got bracelets on her fingers, now, and everything
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress
Devil with the blue dress on
Who wants to buy
This diamond ring?
She took it off her finger, now
It doesn’t mean a thing.
This diamond ring doesn’t shine for me anymore,
And this diamond ring doesn’t mean what it did before,
So if you’ve got someone whose love is true,
Let it shine for you.
I’ve got rings on my fingers
bells on my toes
Elephants to ride upon
my little Irish rose
So come to your Nabob
and next St. Patrick’s Day be
Mistress Mumbo Jumbo Jij-ji-boo
J. O-Shea
I’m Terence O’Reilly; I’m a man of renown,
I’m a thoroughbred to the backbone.
I’m related to O’Connor, my mother was Queen
Of China, ten miles from Athlone.
But if they’d let me be, I’d have Ireland free;
On the railroads you would pay no fare.
I’d have the United States under my thumb,
And I’d sleep in the President’s chair.
Sittin’, drinkin’, superficially thinkin’
About the rinsed-out blonde on my left
But then I said “Hi” like a spider to a fly *
I don’t like spiders and snakes
And that ain’t what it takes…
To love me
Like I wanna be loved by you…
I wanna be loved by you, just you
And nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you alone
Boop-boop-de-boop!
I wanna be kissed by you, just you
Nobody else but you
I wanna be kissed by you alone
When I woke up, the rain was pourin’ down,
There were people standing all around,
Something warm runnin’ in my eyes,
But somehow I found my baby that night.
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said,
“Hold me darling just a little while.”
I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss,
I found the love that I knew I would miss.
But now she’s gone, even though I hold her tight,
I lost my love, my life that night.
Won’t come back from Dead Man’s Curve
is no place to play
(Dead Man’s Curve) you’d best keep away
(Dead Man’s Curve) I can hear 'em say
Won’t come back from Dead Man’s Curve
Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose
Raise my rent and take off all your clothes
With trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum,
She’s so good, make a dead man come
Pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot
Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze
Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinkie and Pinkie and Fifi live from Gay Paree
Fanfares, rim shots, back stage, who cares, all this hot burlesque for me
How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm
After they’ve seen Paree’
How ya gonna keep ‘em away from Broadway
Jazzin around and paintin’ the town
How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that’s a mystery
They’ll never want to see a rake or plow
And who the deuce can parleyvous a cow?
How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm
After they’ve seen Paree’
Rueben, Rueben, you’re mistaken
Said his wifey dear
Once a farmer, always a jay
And farmers always stick to the hay
Mother Reuben, I’m not fakin
Tho you may think it strange
But wine and women play the mischief
With a boy who’s loose with change