Rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong
Shoo-bop sha wadda wadda yippity boom de boom
Chang chang changitty chang sha-bop
Dip da-dip da-dip doo-wop da doo-bee doo
Boogedy boogedy boogedy boogedy
Shoo-be doo-wop she-bop
Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na yippity dip de doom
Boom shaka-laka-laka, boom shaka-laka-laka boom
Feeling’s nitty-gritty
Sound is in the city too
Music’s still flashin’ me
Don’t ya, don’t ya, don’t don’t don’t ya want to get higher
Baby baby baby light my fire
I wanna take you higher
Once I hated this city
Now it can’t get me down
Slushy, humid and gritty
What a pretty town
What thought I could be duller
More depressing, less gay
Now my favorite color
Is gray
And I’m black and white in a grey world
Black and white in a grey world
Black and white in a grey world
It’s not so easy finding answers in the shade
It takes some patience, takes some grit
But it’s better than throwing all you colors in the street
What’s life without color in it?
So leave your riches and your houses on the hills
Cancel all your credit cards and settle up your bills
Cause you won’t need them anymore
Close down the factories, blow up all the stores
Cause there’s a pink world comin’ down
Yeah, there’s a pink world comin’ down
I want to be your lover
I wanna wrap you in rubber
As pink as the sheets that we lay on
Pink it’s my favorite crayon, yeah
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same,
There’s a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
Day after day, alone on the hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he’s just a fool
And he never gives an answer
Who’s the fool with the cross-eyed stare,
The turned up nose and moronic glare?
Who’s that simpleton standing over there?
Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce.
What a fool believes he sees
A wise man has the power
To reason away
What seems to be
Is always better than nothing
And nothing at all keeps sending him
You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em
Know when to fold ‘em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done
But I got to ramble (ramblin’ man)
Oh I got to gamble (gamblin’ man)
Got to got to ramble (ramblin’ man)
I was born a ramblin’ gamblin’ man
[Had to check to be sure they were in fact two different songs-Thin Ice’s is a Bob Seger tune, not Allman Brothers…possible plagiarism-by the latter?]
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man,
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can.
And when it’s time for leavin’,
I hope you’ll understand,
That I was born a ramblin’ man.
Workin’ 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin’
Barely gettin’ by, it’s all takin’ and no givin’
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It’s enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won’t seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me!
My baby takes the morning train
He works from nine to five and then
He takes another home, to find me waiting for him.
Well he’s the one they’ll choose,
You know he just can’t lose,
Hear him knocking.
There ain’t another rig
That’s even half as big,
Hear him knocking.
Everybody’s gonna say “that train is smart”,
The mighty diesel engine is a work of art.
The undisputed leader of the Rolling Stock
See me knock.
Do you hear that whistle down the line?
I figure that it’s Engine Number 49
She’s the only one that’ll sound that way
On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Nosy folks will come from near and far
The passengers will watch me from the dining car
As I’m ground into a bloody mess
'Neath the Ashkebad, Tblisi, and Kiev Express!
You’ll hear that mournful whistle blow.
My lingerie will wrap around the wheels below.
All the way to old Siber-i-a
On the Ashkebad
The Ashkebad, Tblisi,
The Ashkebad, Tblisi, and Kiev Express!
(Note: This was Forbidden Broadway’s tribute to Anna Karenina, one of the shortest running Broadway musicals of all time)
Tonight there’s a band, it ain’t such a bad one
Play me a song, don’t make it a sad one
I can’t even talk to these Russian girls
The beer is lousy and the food is worse
And it’s so damn cold, yes it’s so damn cold
I know it’s hard to believe
But I haven’t been warm for a week;
Moonlight and vodka, takes me away
Midnight in Moscow is lunchtime in L.A.,
Ooh play boys, play…
Viktor was born in the spring of '44
And never saw his father anymore
A child of sacrifice, a child of war
Another son who never had a father after Leningrad
Went off to school and learned to serve the state
Followed the rules and drank his vodka straight
The only way to live was drown the hate
A Russian life was very sad and such was life in Leningrad