Turn on your heartlight
Let it shine wherever you go
Let it make a happy glow for all the world to see
Turn on your heartlight
In the middle of a young boy’s dream
Don’t wake me up too soon
Gonna take a ride across the moon, you and me
Listen
Jump on a moonbeam and ride
Ride it, glide it all the way
As the moon speaks
To the waves of the sea
And the ocean relic
Of the time it used to be
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
When you’re all alone, any old night,
And you’re feeling mighty blue,
Pick up your hat,
Close up your flat,
Get out, get under the moon.
Baby take off your coat, real slow
Take off your shoes, I’ll take off your shoes
Baby take off your dress, yes yes yes
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
His heart is filled with envy
And revenge and greed
His heart is filled with nothing
His heart is filled with need
He’ s capable of anything
Of any vicious act
This criminal is dangerous
The criminal under my own hat
We get in the car.
I step on the gas.
I open ‘er up.
A-travellin’ fast.
I find us a spot.
Where no one is at.
Then i reach across and grab her little red hat!
She’s startin’ to yell.
I tell her to hush.
She’s startin’ to run.
And then with a rush
I fly through the air
I’m pinnin’ Her flat’
‘Cause i won’t go home without her little red hat!
I’m ridin’ in your car
You turn on the radio
You’re pullin’ me close
I just say no
I say I don’t like it
But you know I’m a liar
'Cause when we kiss
Ooooh, fire
Late at night
You’re takin’ me home
You say you wanna stay
I say I wanna be alone
I say I don’t love you
But you know I’m a liar
'Cause when we kiss
Ooooh, fire
We stood there kissin’ by the mistletoe
Tingle, tingle, tingle, tingle
Mmm and away we go, jingle, jingle
Kissin’ by the mistletoe, love came to stay
And now it’s Christmas every day
Something must be wrong with my mistletoe
Cause there’s nothing wrong with me.
Every single night’s another silent night.
Won’t somebody come and rescue me?
I just want someone to hang my stocking
And to trim my Christmas tree.
Something must be wrong with my mistletoe
Cause there’s nothing wrong with me.
What rolls down stairs alone or in pairs
Rolls over your neighbor’s dog?
What’s great for a snack and fits on your back?
It’s Log, Log, Log!
It’s Log, Log
It’s big, it’s heavy, it’s wood!
It’s Log, Log
It’s better than bad, it’s good!
Happy, happy, joy, joy
Happy, happy, joy, joy
Happy, happy, joy, joy
Happy, happy, joy, joy
Happy, happy, joy, joy
Happy, happy, joy, joy
Happy, happy, joy, joy, joy
I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn’t seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me
And I knew (I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew)
She could make me happy (happy, happy)
Flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow, my hair
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 spahettied
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air
I see her tripping where the bright streams play
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o’er
Oh! I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft, summer air
Jean, Jean, you’re young and alive
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
Open your arms, bonny Jean
I used to be a rovin’ lad.
A rovin’ an’ wanderin’ life I had.
On any lass I’d frown, who would try to tie me down.
But then one day, I saw a maid,
Who held out her hand, an’ I stayed an’ stayed.
An’ now across the green, I’ll go home with Bonnie Jean.
Go home, go home, go home with Bonnie Jean!
Go home, go home.
I’ll go home with Bonnie Jean!
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
It’s just no good anymore since you went away (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest (number)
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do (number)
One (one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do)(number)
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do (number)
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Blue Christmas, that’s the way you see it when you’re feeling blue
Blue Xmas, when you’re blue at Christmastime
you see right through,
All the waste, all the sham, all the haste
and plain old bad taste