Don’t do me like that
Don’t do me like that
What if I love you baby?
Don’t do me like that
You’re mean to me.
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin’.
Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart, caused by you
Love is not a gadget, love is not a toy
When you find the one you love
she’ll fill your heart with joy
Joy to the world
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
After nine days I let the horse run free 'cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things, there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it’s life underground and a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground but the humans will give no love
So please believe in me
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window
in the night when the moon was in the yard.
He took her hand in his and shook the long hair from his neck
and he told her she’d been working much too hard.
Listen to me warden, won’t you listen to me beg
Chop off a toe, a foot, or take a whole leg
I’m down on my knees man, you’re robbing my strength
Take it easy warden, won’t you leave me some length
I want a lawyer warden, I want a priest
Oh take it easy warden, leave the moustache at least
I want long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided
Powered, flowered and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied!
Strange spaghetti in this solemn city…
There’s a postcard we’re all seen before…
Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands-full of autographed napkins,
We eat apples in vans with sandwiches…rush
Yankee Doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony
He stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni
Y! A! N! K! E! E! S!
Here come the Yankees
Let’s get behind and cheer the Yankees
They’re gonna learn to fear the Yankees
Everyone knows they play to win, cause
They’re the New York Yankees
We’re talkin’ baseball
Kluszewski Campanella
Talkin’ baseball
The man and Bobby Fella
The Scooter, the Barber, and the Newk
They knew them all from Boston to Dubuque
Especially Willie, Mickey, and the Duke.
We’re talkin’ softball
From Maine to San Diego
Talkin’ softball
Mattingly and Canseco
Ken Griffey’s grotesquely swollen jaw
Steve Sax and his run-in with the law
We’re talking Homer, Ozzie and the Straw
A song
played on a solo saxophone
A crazy sound, a lonely sound
A cry that tells us love goes on and on
played on a solo saxophone
It’s telling me
to hold you tight
and dance like it’s the last night of the world
There ought to be a saxophone, playing softly in the night,
A lonely, gentle melody to make me feel all right,
But I left that all behind me, with the only one who might
Have heard me play,
She’s so far away.
I’ll learn to work the saxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
And I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues
Put on my blue suede shoes and I
Boarded a plane
Touched down in the land of the delta blues
In the middle of the pourin’ rain
Only love can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers layin’ in the fields
Love, reign o’er me
Love, reign o’er me
Rain on me, rain on me
So long I had searched for life’s meaning,
Enslaved by the world and my greed,
Then the door of the prison was opened by love,
For the ransom was paid - I was free.
I’m free from the fear of tomorrow,
I’m free from the guilt of the past,
For I’ve traded my shackles for a glorious song,
I’m Free! Praise the Lord! Free at last!