I’m sailing away.
Set an open course for the virgin sea.
I’d like to get you on a slow boat to China,
All to myself alone.
And this loneliness won’t leave me along.
Ha! Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home.
San Francisco Bay,
Where my love and I did run away,
We were looking for another day,
But we couldn’t find the words to say…
Ashes in your hands, mercy in your eyes
If you’re searching for a silent sky
You won’t find it here, look another way
You won’t find it here, so die another day
Do, do, do, do, do , do, it’s just another day.
Day by Day
Day by Day
Oh, dear Lord, three things I pray.
My sweet lord
Hm, my lord
Hm, my lord
Da, da, da, da, da, da.
Whoa! They took Bart Simpson to the graveyard and they buried him in the sand (Oh, yeah)
And every locomotive that comes rollin’ by says there lies a steel-drivin’ man (Lord, Lord)
Oh, there lies a–
O.J Simpson, not a Jew.
But guess who is? Hall of Famer Rod Carew (he converted!).
Put on your yarmulke
Here comes Chanukah
So much funukah
To celebrate Chanukah
Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
It went zip when it moved and bop when it stopped and whirrr when it stood still
I never knew just what it was, and I guess I never will
It was a one-eyed, one-horned
Flyin’ Purple People Eater
Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born
He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn
He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn
And they all looked very happy in the morning
You treated me so kind
I’m about to lose my mind
You made me so very happy
I’m so glad you came into my life
Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you’re going my way
I wanna drive it all night long
Up here in the cab of a diesel rig you get a diff’rent pi’ture
Of how it all works and what it all means and like I told the hitcher
I’m willin’ to stop this country dead ‘til nobody’s warm and nobody’s fed
And then we’ll see who’s been doin’ the work and just who’s been gettin’ richer.
We got a big old convoy…