Yeah come on babe
Follow me
I’m the pied piper
Don’t you tell me you’re full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
Try the rye or the kaiser, they’re on special tonight.
If you want, you can have an appetizer.
You might like our salami, and the liver’s all right.
And they’d really go well with the rye or the kaiser.
Food, glorious food!
We’re anxious to try it.
Ooh, my little hungry one, hungry one
Open up a package of my bologna
Ooh, I think the toast is done, the toast is done
Top it with a little of my bologna
Have a tomato, Plato
Here’s cacciatore, Dorie
Have some baloney, Tony
Everybody eats when they come to my house
You like potay-to and I like potah-to
You like tomay-to and I like tomah-to
Potay-to, potah-to; tomay-to, tomah-to
Let’s call the whole thing off
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life
The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow, ever knowing
That the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield
Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Snowbound, let’s sleep in today.
Wake me up when the wolves come out to play.
The wolves are comin’ out,
Light the fire and you’ll see them all arrive.
Everybody gather around
Every hour we are losing time.
Howl! Seven days to the wolves!
Where will we be when they come?
Seven days to the poison, and a place in heaven
Time drawing near us
They come to take us…HOME
Homeward bound,
I wish I was homeward bound
Home, where my thought’s escaping,
Home, where my music’s playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom, boom, boom
“Hey,” he said, “grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.”
Fine little girl she waits for me
Me catch the ship for cross the sea
I sail the ship all alone
I never think I’ll make it home
[and I just found out this song is the unofficial state rock songof Washington]
I feel so broke up,
I wanna go home.
So caught up in you, Little girl
That I never wanna get myself free
She was robbed of her innocence
Had no more time to play
She’s only a little girl
But she’s stronger than the flames
My little phoenix