Satchel Paige is mellow
So is Campanella, Newcombe, and Doby, too
But it’s a natural fact
When Jackie comes to bat
The other team is through.
Did you see Jackie Robinson hit that ball?
Did he hit it? Yeah, and that ain’t all
He stole home.
Yes, yes, Jackie’s real gone
He started baseball’s famous streak
That’s got us all aglow
He’s just a man and not a freak,
Joltin’ Joe DiMaggio.
Joe, Joe DiMaggio
We want you on our side
Where did you go, Joe DiMaggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
He’ll be a beacon light for us
He’s Shoeless Joe From Hannibal Mo.
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go like a bat out-a you know where
Shoeless Joe From Hannibal Mo.
Strike at the foe, let 'em know you’re there
Shoeless Joe From Hannibal Mo!
Shoeless Joe From Hannibal Mo!
Shoeless Joe From Hannibal Mo!
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode,
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin’ a bell.
Go go,
Go Johnny go go go,
Go Johnny go go go…
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so he knew ev’ry tree
Kilt him a be 'are when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier
In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
Addin’ redskin arrows to the country’s woes
Now, Injun fightin’ is somethin’ he knows
So he shoulders his rifle an’ off he goes
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don’t know fear
Johnny could only sing one note
And the note he sang was this:
Aaaah
Poor Johnny one note sang out with gusto
And just overlorded the place
Poor Johnny one note yelled willy nilly
Until he was blue in the face
For holding one note was his ace
Sing, sing a song
Make it simple to last
Your whole life long
Don’t worry that it’s not
Good enough for anyone
Else to hear
Just sing, sing a song.
But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
And it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.
Put another nickel in, in the nickelodeon
All I want is having you and music, music, music!
I’d do anything for you, anything you’d want me to
All I want is kissing you and music, music, music!
Closer, my dear come closer
The nicest part of any melody
Is when you’re dancing close to me
Put another nickel in, in the nickelodeon
All I want is loving you and music, music, music!
My name is Michael,
I’ve got a nickel,
I’ve got a nickel shiny and new.
I’m gonna buy me all kinds of candy,
That’s what I’m gonna do.
I betcha, a nickel
I bet you I win
I betcha, a nickel
That you will give in
What’sa matter honey?
'Fraid you’ll lose?
Do what you wanna
And say what you choose
I still betcha, a nickel
That you will be mine
I betcha, a nickel
Even raise it a dime
A penny for your thoughts,
A dime for your dreams,
Would a shiny new quarter,
Buy a peek at your schemes?
Nm
Operator, well let’s forget about this call
There’s no one there I really wanted to talk to
Thank you for your time, ah, you’ve been so much more than kind
And you can keep the dime
Call someone who’ll listen, or might give a damn
Maybe one of your sordid affairs
But don’t you come ‘round here handin’ me none of your lies
Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares
Don’t you know that I danced, I danced till a quarter to three
With the help, last night, of Daddy G.
He was swingin on the sax like a nobody could
And I was dancin’ all over the room.
Oh, don’t you know the people were dancin’ like they were mad,
It was the swingin’est band they had,
It was the swingin’est song that could ever be,
It was a night with Daddy G.
I know a place on the wrong side of town,
The blues band’s cookin’, and they’re gettin’ on down.
The sax man’s playin’ like his soul’s on fire,
Movin’ like a rumour on a telephone wire.
Go rev up your Chevy, put your gas foot down–
We’re doin’ it right on the wrong side of town.
My folks were always putting him down
(Down, down)
They said he came from the wrong side of town
(What do you mean when you say that he came from the wrong side of town?)
They told me he was bad
But I knew he was sad
That’s why I fell for the Leader of the Pack
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I’m just a living legacy to the leader of the band…