Yo listen up, here’s the story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue
Like him, inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue Corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he ain’t got nobody to listen
Yo listen up, here’s the story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue
Like him, inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue Corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he ain’t got nobody to listen
Zaz had red hair, he didn’t care
He always laughed loud, he wasn’t proud
Just a real easy guy who wouldn’t tell a lie
But then one day Zaz turned blue
Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do
Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do
When Zaz turned blue
One night in the park for a lark
Zaz let Steve Brown fool around
Steve squeezed his neck, figured what the heck
But Zaz hit the ground, he was downed
Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do
Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do
Well brunettes are fine man
And blondes are fun
But when it comes to getting a dirty job done
I’ll take a redheaded woman
A redheaded woman
It takes a redheaded woman
To get a dirty job done
Well listen up stud
Your life’s been wasted
'til you’ve got down on your knees and tasted
A redheaded woman
A redheaded woman
It takes a redheaded woman
To get a dirty job done
Hey I’m redneck woman
I ain’t no high class broad
I’m just a product of my rasin’
And I say “hey y’all” and “Yee Haw”
And I keep my Christmas lights on my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song
So here’s to all my sisters out there keeping it country
Let me get a big “Hell Yeah” from the redneck girls like me
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Never mind – I got sniped.
-“BB”-
In this thread, Bill, it doesn’t really matter. Here, for example, is my answer to yours, in case you’re interested:
I saw her again last night,
And you know that I shouldn’t.
To string her along’s just not right,
If I couldn’t I wouldn’t.
But what can I do, I’m lonely too,
And it makes me feel so good to know,
You’ll never leave me.
Now, we can continue with Kent’s.
OK … following up on Kent’s “Redneck Woman”:
And we were swingin’, (swingin’)
Yes, we were swingin’. (swingin’)
Little Charlotte, she’s as pretty as the angels when they sing –
I can’t believe I’m out here on her front porch in this swing,
Just a-swingin’.
-“BB”-
Everybody’s happy
And everyone’s gay
‘Cause every little mammy and pappy
Is swingin’ the jinx away
What is that thing
They’re always singin’
Why that’s heidi heidi hey
Cause everybody’s duckin’ and wingin’
Swingin’ the jinx away
When you’re with the Flintstones,
Have a yabba dabba doo time, a dabba doo time,
We’ll have a gay old time…
No matter what you do on the stage
Keep it light, keep it bright, keep it gay!
Whether it’s murder, mayhem or rage
Don’t complain, it’s a pain
Keep it gay!
People want laughter when they see a show
The last thing they’re after’s a litany of woe
A happy ending will pep up your play…
Oedipus won’t bomb…
If he winds up with Mom!
Keep it gay!
Keep it gay!
Keep it gay!
There once lived a man named Oedipus Rex
You may have heard about his odd complex
His name appears in Freud’s index
Cause he loved his mother
Hush now baby, baby, don’t you cry.
Mama’s gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mama’s gonna put all her fears into you.
Mama’s gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won’t let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama’s gonna keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby,
Of course mama’s gonna help build the wall.
Hush little baby don’t you cry,
Papa’s gonna sing you a lullaby.
Hush little baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.
If that mockingbird won’t sing,
Papa’s gonna buy you a golden ring.
Is it an earthquake or simply a shock?
Is it the good turtle soup or merely the mock?
Is it a cocktail, this feeling of joy?
Or is what I feel the real McCoy?
But you’re the real McCoy, you’re the natural thing
From the smile on your face, to your walk, to your diamond ring
You’re the real McCoy, there’s nothing fake about you
Yeah, you’re a first class lady, yeah baby, you’re a dream come true.
o kodwa you zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(A-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(A-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza
She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with people she’d hate
That’s why the lady is a tramp
Doesn’t like crap games with barons or earls
Won’t go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won’t dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That’s why the lady is a tramp
Take back your mink,
Take back your pearls,
What made you think,
That I was one of those girls?
Take back the gown,
The gloves and the hat,
I may be down,
But I’m not flat as all that.
You tell lies thinking I can’t see
You can’t cry 'cause you’re laughing at me
I’m down (I’m really down)
I’m down (Down on the ground)
I’m down (I’m really down)
How can you laugh when you know I’m down
(How can you laugh) When you know I’m down