The politics of dancing
The politics of, ooh, feeling good
The politics of moving, aha
If this message’s understood
We’re under pressure
Yes we’re counting on you
Like what you say
Is what you do
It’s in the papers
It’s on your tv news
Oh, the application
Is just a point of view
This is the early evening edition of the news.
The recent fight in the House of Representatives was over the open housing
section of the Civil Rights Bill.
Brought traditional enemies together but it left the defenders of the
measure without the votes of their strongest supporters.
President Johnson originally proposed an outright ban covering discrimination
by everyone for every type of housing but it had no chance from the start
and everyone in Congress knew it.
A compromise was painfully worked out in the House Judiciary Committee.
In Los Angeles today comedian Lenny Bruce died of what was believed to be an
overdoes of narcotics.
Bruce was 42 years old.
I read the news today
Oh boy.
Close your eyes,
Have no fear,
The monster’s gone,
He’s on the run and your daddy’s here.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,
Beautiful boy…
We’re just knocked out.
We heard about the sell out.
You’re gonna get an album out,
You owe it to the people.
We’re so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen the chart?
It’s a hell of a start,
It could be made into a monster,
If we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it “Riding The Gravy Train”.
I was an impossible case
No one ever could reach me
But I think I can see in your face
There’s a lot you can teach me
So I wanna know what’s the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What’s the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me please 'cause I have to know
I’m a bashful child beginning to grow
Oh the games people play now,
Every night and every day now,
Never meaning what they say now,
Never saying what they mean.
Say, say, say what you want
But don’t play games with my affection
Take, take, take what you need
But don’t leave me with no direction
All alone, I sit home by the phone
Waiting for you, baby (baby)
Through the years, how can you stand to hear
My pleading for you?
You know I’m crying oo oo oo oo oo
Yeah, yeah
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To have, on your own,
With no direction home,
Like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone…
Well, stone the crows, this Joseph is a clever kid
Who’d have thought that fourteen cows could mean the things he said they did
Joseph, you must help me further, I have got a job for you
You shall lead us through this crisis, you shall be my number two.
Pharaoh told his guards to fetch a chisel from the local store
Whereupon he ordered them to cut the chains that Joseph wore
Joseph got a royal pardon and a host of splendid things
A chariot of gold, a cloak, a medal and some signet rings
Well, one of these nights around twelve o’clock,
This old town’s gonna really rock.
Didn’t Pharaoh’s army get drownded?
Oh, Mary, don’t you weep.
Oh, Mary, don’t you weep, don’t you mourn;
Oh, Mary, don’t you weep, don’t you mourn.
Didn’t Pharaoh’s army get drownded?
Oh, Mary, don’t you weep.
-“BB”-
Midnight at the oasis,
Send your camel to bed,
Shadows painting our faces,
Traces of romance in our heads.
Heaven’s holding a half-moon,
Shining just for us,
Let’s slip off to a sand dune, real soon,
And kick up a little dust.
Moonlight becomes you, it goes with your hair
You certainly know the right thing to wear
Moonlight becomes you, I’m thrilled at the sight
And I could get so romantic tonight
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance,
With the stars up above in your eyes,
A fantabulous night to make romance,
'Neath the cover of October skies…
It’s a grand night for singing,
The moon is flying high,
And somewhere a bird
Who is bound he’ll be heard,
Is throwing his heart at the sky!
It’s a grand night for singing,
The stars are bright above.
The earth is a-glow
And, to add to the show,
I think I am falling in love!
Falling, falling in love!
*I think I’m in love, again
In my head, yeah, you’re in my head
Baby, I think I’m in love, again…*
Well, I think I’m goin’ out of my head
Yes, I think I’m goin’ out of my head
Over you, Over you
I want you to want me, I need you so badly
I can’t think of anything but you
And I think I’m goin’ out of my head
Yes, I think I’m goin’ out of my head
Over you, Over you
The sun comes up, I think about you
The coffee cup, I think about you
I want you so, it’s like I’m losing my mind
The morning ends, I think about you
I talk to friends, I think about you
And do they know it’s like I’m losing my mind?
All afternoon doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left, not going right
I dim the lights and think about you
Spend sleepless nights to think about you
You said you loved me, or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
So dim, dim the lights (dim, dim the lights)
Dim; dim the lights (dim, dim the lights)
Turn down the lights
I want some atmosphere
The furniture is bouncing round the room with glee
I’m rocking like a boat upon a stormy sea
But dig the crazy fracas running wild tonight
But still I haven’t had a chance to hold you tight
So I’d like to know where you got the notion,
Said I’d like to know where you got the notion,
To rock the boat,
Don’t rock the boat, baby,
Rock the boat,
Don’t tip the boat over…