I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I’ve been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath’ring winter fuel
I’ll get over you… I know I will
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
'Cause I’m the king of wishful thinking
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t always this easy.
Gettin’ over you got a little rough on me.
But didn’t take too long 'til I got it together,
And every day I thank my lucky stars you set me free.
Don’t get me wrong
If I’m looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights whenever you walk by
Little Joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York City’s the place
Where they said, “Hey, babe,
Take a walk on the wild side.”
Foreign types with their hookah pipes say
Walk like an Egyptian.
So if you hear of a gal who can quake and shake
‘Till it makes you think of a nervous snake
They’re speakin’ of Egyptian Ella
We found you dying, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
But ohh, your city lies in dust, my friend
He is destined to be a King
He rules over everything
On the land called planet Dune
Bodywater is your life
And without in you would die
On the desert the planet Dune
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name -
It felt good to be out of the rain.
In the desert you can remember your name,
'Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down it’s stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran callin’ Wildfire
If I had a boat
I’d go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony
I’d ride him on my boat
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat
Wouldn’t you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?
Wouldn’t you like to glide in my beautiful balloon?
We could float among the stars together
You and I, for we can fly
Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon
Bye bye biplane once upon a sky plane
Bye bye hushabye lullabye plane
My heart yearns for a female pilot
I always smile at
The mention of her name
Amelia Earhart, what a beauty
I feel a duty
To go and find her plane.
A nation grieves, Amelia Earhart
But they don’t know the pain in my heart
Oh mama don’t you weep and moan
Uncle Sam got your man and gone
Now they’re doing the Lindy Bird across the sea
A well a everybody’s heard about the bird
B-b-b bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
Hey, bird dog, get away from my quail
Hey, bird dog, you’re on the wrong trail
Bird dog, you better leave my lovey-dove alone
Oh, the last thing I gave her was the bird,
And she returned the favor with a few selected words.
I don’t have to worry now what’s being overheard,
'Cause the last thing I gave her was the bird.