So I’m sailing for tomorrow my dreams are a dyin’
And my love is an anchor tied to you tied with a silver chain
I have my ship and all her flags are a’ flyin’
She is all that I have left and music is her name
Far away from the land of our birth
We fly a flag in some foreign earth
We sailed away like our fathers before
These colours don’t run from cold, bloody war
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
“I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder
You better run, you better take cover.”
Could I come again please
Yeah them ladies were too kind
You’ve been
Thunderstruck
It’s like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock, knock, knock on wood, baby
Ooooh, oooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-oooh
In the heat of summertime
Rolling thunder is my sign
I understand what’s going on
I’m going to fly right to the sun
Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
We had some good times
But they’re gone
The winter’s comin’ on
Summer’s almost gone
Callin’ out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer’s here and the time is right
For dancin’ in the street
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways,
As I walked on.
And I know you’ve had it tough.
Your road’s been bumpy and rough.
But say goodbye to a world that you once knew.
I have every faith in me and you.
It sucks to be you
On Avenue Q
(Sucks to be me)
On Avenue Q
(Sucks to be you)
On Avenue Q
(Sucks to be us)
Then you go
Downtown, Where the folks are broke, you go
Downtown, Where your life’s a joke, you go
Downtown, Where you buy a token, you go
Home to Skid Row
They call us problem child
We spend our lives on trial
We walk an endless mile
We are the youth gone wild
Wild thing
I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
Okay, fine
Fer sure, fer sure
She’s a Valley Girl
And there is no cure
Down in the valley
The valley so low
Hang your head over
Hear the wind blow
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy that’s loved you so true
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy,
I see by my outfit that I’m a cowboy, too.
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other.
Say, what do you think all them saddles and boots was about?
And there’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels for his brother.
And inside every cowboy there’s a lady that’d love to slip out.