Bow down to the axeman
Hooded figure of mortal fear
Bow down to the axeman
Sun is rising, time is near
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe.
They say our love won’t pay the rent
Before it’s earned, our money’s all been spent
I guess that’s so, we don’t have a plot
But at least I’m sure of all the things we got
Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
Please believe me
My heart is in your hands
'Cause I’ll be missing you
Babe, I love you
Babe, I love you
Oh, babe
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,
Wipe out
We’ll all be planning that route,
We’re gonna take real soon.
We’re waxing down our surfboards,
We can’t wait for June.
We’ll all be gone for the summer,
We’re on surfari to stay.
Tell the teacher we’re surfin’
Surfin’ U. S. A.
Daisy dukes and bikinis on top…
It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today.
An itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
So in the locker she wanted to stay.
Two, three, four, stick around we’ll tell you more!
Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout…
I’m a little teapot, short and stout,
Here is my handle, here is my spout.
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Cats in the cradle and a silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon. When you coming home son? “I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then”
Here we are, face to face
A couple of Silver Spoons.
Hopin’ to find, we’re two of a kind
Making a go, making it grow.
Here we are,
In a room full of strangers.
Standing in the dark,
Where your eyes couldn’t see me.
Strangers in the night, exchanging glances…