Ah, ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for my master and one for my dame.
And one for the little girl who lives down the lane.
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast.
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness and tears.
Song for all seasons
A song for all our time
We’ll have a song for all the seasons through
We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
or, the alternate version:
We had joy, we had fun
We went naked in the sun
But the cop used his gun
And he shot us in the buns
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
Frog went a-courtin’ and he did ride, uh-huh
Frog went a-courtin’ and he did ride, uh-huh
Frog went a-courtin’ and he did ride
With a sword and a pistol by his side, uh-huh.
Hello, my baby, hello, my honey
Hello my ragtime gal.
Send me a kiss by wire
Baby, my heart’s on fire.
Put another nickel in
In the nickelodeon
All I want is having you
And music, music, music
I love rock & roll
So, put another dime in the juke-box, baby
Sippin’ up soda pop rickeys
To our hearts delight
Dancin’ to swingeroo quickies
Jukebox Saturday night
Don’t give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night’s alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Well, you get down the fiddle and you get down the bow
Kick off your shoes and throw them on the floor
Dance in the kitchen till morning light
Louisiana Saturday night
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun’s coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain’t nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I’m a country boy.
I’m going up the country
Babe do you wanna go
Going up the country
Babe do you wanna go
Going to some place
Ain’t never been before
Because he spoke to the fish in the creek. He tried to tell us that the animals could speak.
Who knows? Perhaps they do. How do you know they don’t just because they’ve never spoken to you?
Boy from the country left his home when he was young. Boy from the country, he loves the sun.
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.
Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin’ with that gun in your hand?
I’m goin down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin’ 'round with another man
Now they’ve found me
Well I won’t run
I’m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun