Oleanders growing outside her door
Soon they’re gonna be in bloom up in Annandale
I can’t stand her doing what she did before
Living like a gypsy queen in a fairy tale
Lazy moon, Magnolia bloom perfume
And Dixie would receive
A lady fading fast
Still clinging to the past
But she had you hating to leave
I said Georgia, Georgia
A song of you
Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
“Won’t you give me three steps, gimme three steps mister,
Gimme three steps towards the door?
Gimme three steps, gimme three steps mister,
And you’ll never see me no more.”
I’m Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don’t care who gets hurt
I’m Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I’ll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!
I’ll take from the blind and I’ll get up ahead, I’ll sneak up behind and I’ll steal
I’ll take all that you have and then all that you’ve concealed
I’ll take anything I can get - I’ll make you I’ll break you and I’ll make you sweat
Nothing is worth nothing unless it’s made for Midas Man
You don’t see anything, but it hurts
Though you can’t see the pain
Ooh-oh, how it hurts
Midas touch
The mighty, mighty, mighty, mighty Midas Touch
[Better lose that fifth line, Professor or Donkeyoatey will wrinkle your pepper! :D]
Goldfinger
He’s the man, the man with the Midas touch
Golden years, gold, whop-whop-whop
Golden years, gold, whop-whop-whop
And so we’re told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Minimum wage!
Hyah!
Money for nothing and chicks for free.
We got a genu-wine Indian Guru
Who’s teaching us a better way
I’m sorry.
My good friend, let me learn it properly from my guru,
then I will teach you
Did you never call? I waited for your call
These rivers of suggestion are driving me away
The ocean sang, the conversation’s dimmed
Go build yourself another dream, this choice isn’t mine
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
There once was a teacher of great renown
Whose words were like the tablets of stone
Stonehenge - where the demons dwell
Where the banshees live and they do live well
Stonehenge - where a man’s a man
And the children dance to the pipes of Pan