A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica, here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man
Mambo Number Five
The name game! Shirley!
Shirley, Shirley
Bo-ber-ley, bo-na-na fanna
Fo-fer-ley. fee fi mo-mer-ley, Shirley!
Lincoln!
Lincoln, Lincoln
Bo-bin-coln
Bo-na-na fanna, fo-fin-coln
Fee fi mo-min-coln, Lincoln!
Come on ev’rybody, I say now let’s play a game
I betcha I can make a rhyme out of anybody’s name
Maria
I just met a girl named Maria
And suddenly that name
Will never be the same
To me
Maria
I just kissed a girl named Maria
And suddenly I found
How wonderful a sound
Can be
My Maria, don’t you know I’ve come a long, long way,
I been longin’ to see her,
When she’s around, she takes my blues away,
Sweet Maria the sunlight surely hurts my eyes,
I’m a lonely dreamer on a highway in the skies.
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none
Bearing sorrow, having fun
But, back home he’ll always run
To sweet Melissa
Mmm, hmm
The Gypsy Rover came over the hill,
down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang,
and he won the heart of a lady.
-“BB”-
Said the lord unto his lady as he rode over the moss
“Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse;
Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin
Make sure the doors are bolted well
Lest Lankin should creep in.”
Said the lord unto his lady as he rode over the moss
“Beware of Long Lankin that lives amongst the gorse;
Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin
Make sure the doors are bolted well
Lest Lankin should creep in.”
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”
The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim’s door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king
Oh, the Devil in all his wisdom
The father in all his grace
The servant’s sons are washed in blood
And the man has run his race
There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die
They’ve ploughed, they’ve sown, they’ve harrowed, thrown clods upon his head
Till these three men were satisfied John Barleycorn was dead
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold
Green fields are gone now, parched by the sun.
Gone from the valleys, where rivers used to run.
Gone with the cold wind, that swept into my heart.
Gone with the lovers, who let their dreams depart.
Where are the green fields, that we used to roam ?
Green, green, it’s green they say
On the far side of the hill
Green, green, I’m going away
To where the grass is greener still
Ah well I told my mama on the day I was born
Don’t you cry when you see I’m gone
Ya know there ain’t no woman gonna settle me down
I just gotta be traveling on
It was an early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on
Like a king without a castle
Like a queen without a throne
I’m an early morning lover
And I must be moving on
This old airport’s got me down - it’s no earthly good to me
'Cause I’m stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be
You can’t jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So, I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain
You can’t jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So, I’d best be on my way in the early morning rain
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you’ll wait for me,
Hold me like you’ll never let me go.
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane,
Don’t know when I’ll be back again,
Oh babe, I hate to go.
Silver wings
Shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines
Headed somewhere in flight
They’re taking you away from me
Leaving me lonely
Silver wings
Slowly fading out of sight…
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America’s best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret