You better get back, honky cat
Living in the city ain’t where it’s at
It’s like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It’s like trying to drink whiskey from a bottle of wine
The mystical divinity of unashamed felinity
Round the cathedral rang ‘Vivat’
Life to the everlasting cat!
Feline, fearless, faithful and true
To others who do-what
Jellicles do and jellicles can
Jellicles can and jellicles do
Jellicle cats sing jellicle chants
Jellicles old and jellicles new
Jellicle song and jellicle dance
Jellicle songs for jellicle cats
Nashville cats, play clean as country water
Nashville cats, play wild as mountain dew
Nashville cats, been playin’ since they’s babies
Nashville cats, get work before they’re two
Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail
And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails
'n I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail
All the way from Memphis
Lower the curtain down on Memphis
Lower the curtain down all right
I got no time for private consultation
Under the Milky Way tonight
Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find
Look through any window yeah, what do you see?
Smilin’ faces all around rushin’ through the busy town
(Where do they go) movin’ on their way
Walkin’ down the highways and the by-ways
(Where do they go) movin’ on their way
People with their shy ways and their sly ways
The pipes are calling young men back to Belfast
The general says you march to Stalingrad
You rode into the valley with the hundred
Seven lonely graves on Goose Green
Where are they now? Where are they now?
Where are they now? Where are they now?
The broken heroes
This is the room, the start of it all,
Through childhood, through youth, I remember it all,
Oh, I’ve seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain.
And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained.
Where will it end? Where will it end?
Where will it end? Where will it end?
In the white room with black curtains near the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
The ink is black, the page is white
Together we learn to read and write
Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle has happened tonight
But if you’re thinkin’ about my baby
It don’t matter if you’re black or white
I believe in miracles
Where you from, you sexy thing?
Sexy thing, you
I believe in miracles
Since you came along, you sexy thing
Sweet wonderful you,
You make me happy with the things you do,
Oh, can it be so,
This feeling follows me wherever I go.
I never did believe in miracles,
But I’ve a feeling it’s time to try.
I never did believe in the ways of magic,
But I’m beginning to wonder why.
I wonder wonder who, oouu who
Who wrote the book of love
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Oh who wrote the book of love
I’ve got to know the answer
Was it someone from above
I wonder wonder who, be-do-do who
Who wrote the book of love
I write the songs that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs I write the songs
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night
I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight
I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night
The roses are sighing a Moonlight Serenade.
(May)
Maybe if I ask your dad and mom
(June)
They’d let me take you to the junior prom
(July)
Like a firecracker
I’m aglow
(August)
When you’re on the beach you steal the show
Wanna tell you a story
‘Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin’
She steals the show
She ain’t exactly pretty
She ain’t exactly small
Forty two, thirty nine, fifty six
You could say she got it all
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about mud flaps
My gals got em