(I wanted to post lyrics about the Dope moving)
Movin’ on up to the East Side
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
Movin’ on up to the East Side
We finally got a piece of the Pie…
- hope we all make it over*
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie
About a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark, or a fortress strong
With chains upon my feet;
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see.
-“BB”-
Johnny Angel, how I love him
He’s got something I can’t resist
But he doesn’t even know I-I-I exist…
And, I pray someday he’ll love me
And together we will see how lovely heaven will be…
It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to,
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to.
You would cry too if it happened to you.
Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone,
But Judy left the same time.
Why was he holding her hand,
When he’s supposed to be mine?
When Judy left with Johnny at my party
And came back wearing his ring
I sat down and cried my eyes out
Now that was a foolish thing
Cause now it’s Judy’s turn to cry
Judy’s turn to cry
Judy’s turn to cry
Cause johnny’s come back
To me
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
I’m glad you’re home
Now did you really miss me?
I guess you did by the look in your eye
(Look in your eye, look in your eye)
Well lay back and relax
While I put away the dishes (put away the dishes)
Then you and me can rock a bell
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
Bells will be ringing, the glad, glad news;
Oh, what a Christmas, to have the blues;
My baby’s gone;
I have no friends;
To wish me greetings, once again;
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Momma cry
Just last year when I was only seven, now I’m almost eight as you can see
You came home a quarter past eleven, fell down underneath our Christmas tree
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn’t see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peek
She thought I was tucked
Up in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white.
Oh, what a laugh it would have been,
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night!
Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Gawd, I hate this song! If I never have to see a troop of kindergarten girls sing this one again, it’ll be too soon!
You better not cry
Santa Claus is coming to town
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