You’ve got to get up every morning
With a smile in your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes you will
That you’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful as you feel
My life is brilliant
My love is pure
I saw an angel
Of that I’m sure
She smiled at me on the subway
She was with another man
But I won’t lose no sleep on that
'Cause I’ve got a plan
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful, it’s true
I saw your face in a crowded place
And I don’t know what to do
'Cause I’ll never be with you
Don’t sleep in the subway, darlin’
Don’t stand in the pouring rain
Don’t sleep in the subway, darlin’
The night is long
Forget your foolish pride
Nothing’s wrong
Now you’re beside me again
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence
I’m chasin’ that neon rainbow, livin’ that honky-tonk dream,
‘Cause all I’ve ever wanted, is to pick this guitar and sing.
Just tryin’ to be somebody, just wanna be heard and seen;
I’m chasin’ that neon rainbow, livin’ that honky-tonk dream.
-“BB”-
When there’s no gettin’ over that rainbow
When my smallest of dreams won’t come true
I can take all the madness the world has to give
But I won’t last a day without you
*Dream, dream away
Magic in the air
I believe, yes I believe,
More I cannot say
What more can I say?*
You sigh, a song begins
You speak and I hear violins
It’s magic
The stars desert the skies
And rush to nestle in your eyes
It’s magic
Without a golden wand
Or mystic charms
Fantastic things begin
When I am in your arms
When Smokey sings, I hear violins
When Smokey sings, I forget everything
As she’s packing her things
As she’s spreading her wings
The front door might slam
But the back door it rings
And Smokey sings, he sings
When Sunny gets blue
She breathes a sigh of sadness
Like the wind that stirs the trees
Wind that sets the leaves to swayin’
Like some violins are playin’
Weird and haunting melodies
Look at me,
I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree;
And I feel like I’m clingin’ to a cloud,
I can’ t understand
I get misty, just holding your hand.
Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play,
Or it might be the sound of your hello,
That music I hear,
I get misty, the moment you’re near.
Hello, I love you
Won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you
Won’t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you
Let me jump in your game
I can’t talk to you now, girl, I got love to get
When my baby calls, I gotta jump to it
I’m in a hurry, there’s love to get
When my baby calls, I jump, jump, jump to it
Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail
Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail
Jill stayed up, she wants to learn how to jive and wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail
You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away!
So can’t you see me standing here,
I’ve got my back against the record machine?
I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen.
Oh, can’t you see what I mean?
Might as well jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump.
Might as well jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Jump!
-“BB”-
Prop me up beside the jukebox, if I die
Lord I wanna go to heaven but, I don’t wanna go tonight,
Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand
Prop me up beside jukebox if I die…
Oh, you can’t get to Heaven in an old Ford car
'Cause an old Ford car won’t get that far
Oh, you can’t get to Heaven in a ping pong ball
'Cause a ping pong ball is much too small
Oh, you can’t get to Heaven in a limousine
'Cause the Lord ain’t got no gasoline
I got shoes; you got shoes; all of God’s children’s got shoes.
When I get to heaven gonna put on my shoes
I’m gonna walk all over God’s heaven.
Well, it’s one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go.
But don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.
Death went out to the sinner’s house,
“Come and go with me”
The sinner cried out “I ain’t ready to go
I ain’t got no traveling shoes
Got no traveling shoes
I got no traveling shoes”
The sinner cried out “I ain’t ready to go
I ain’t got no traveling shoes”