Teddy the adventurer
Teddy constant fun
Teddy the eccentric, Harvard’s magna cum laude
Teddy as a Rough Rider, Teddy, President
A vigorous and kindly man
And where he was, fear left
Mr. Adams, but Mr. Adams
The things I write are only light extemporania
I won’t put politics on paper; it’s a mania
So I refuse to use the pen in Pennsylvania
Pennsylvania!
Pennsylvania!
Refuse to use the pen!
For Tippecanoe and Tyler too.
For Tippecanoe and Tyler too.
And with them we’ll beat little Van, Van, Van,
Van is a used up man.
And with them we’ll beat little Van.
I dreamed I was the President of these United States
I dreamed I replaced ignorance, stupidity and hate
I dreamed the perfect union and a perfect law, undenied
And most of all I dreamed I forgot the day John Kennedy died
I dreamed that I could do the job that others hadn’t done
I dreamed that I was uncorrupt and fair to everyone
I dreamed I wasn’t gross or base, a criminal on the take
And most of all I dreamed I forgot the day John Kennedy died
Oh, the day John Kennedy died
I dreamed a show in days gone by
Neil Diamond didn’t sing my hit song
A pretty girl they’d glorify
And Act One wasn’t so damn long
Come watch us grovel in the dirt
Then buy a souvenir and don it
Rich folks pay twenty bucks a shirt
That has a starving pauper on it
I dreamed a show in days gone by
Where all the sets weren’t piles of rubble
I didn’t have to belt high E
And be as miserable as me
You get word before the show has started that your favorite uncle died at dawn
Top of that, your pa and ma have parted, you’re broken-hearted, but you go on
Yesterday they told you you would not go far, that night you open and there you are
Next day on your dressing room they’ve hung a star, let’s go on with the show!!
“I know I’ve seen that face somewhere” Big Jim was thinking to himself
“Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody’s shelf”
But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Staring at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts.
Day of the Dead down in Mexico
You ever been on a holiday?
You ever thought that you been here before?
You ever been in a desperate way?
On the beach stands a donkey who is waiting for you
He hee-haws, stamping his hoof
A fine blue day as dreamed by the boys
Nodding up on the roof
Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring
Streets of San Francisco, a word from Peking
The trouble was started by a young Errol Flynn
Better in my day - Oh Lord!
For when we got bored, we’d have a world war, happy but poor
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
This land fed a nation, this land made me proud
And son, I’m just sorry there’s no legacy for you now
I could while away the hours, conferrin’ with the flowers
Consultin’ with the rain.
And my head I’d be scratchin’ while
my thoughts were busy hatchin’
If I only had a brain.
I’d unravel every riddle for any individ’le,
In trouble or in pain.
With the thoughts I’d be thinkin’
I could be another Lincoln
If I only had a brain.
You better think (think)
Think about what you’re trying to do to me
Think (think, think)
Let your mind go, let yourself be free
I can’t have been there when brains were handed round
Or get past the cover of your books profound,
And some of your friends thinks it’s really unsound,
That you’re even seen talking to me
Well I don’t know how to write a big hit song,
And all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing and that’s I love you
Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
Don’t try to patch it up
Tear it up, tear it up!
Wash him out, dry him out,
Push him out, fly him out,
Cancel him and let him go!
Yea, sister!
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I’m gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
And send him on his way.
Clean, the cleanest I’ve been
An end to the tears
And the in-between years
And the troubles I’ve seen
Now that I’m clean
You know what I mean
I’ve broken my fall
Put an end to it all
I’ve changed my routine
Now I’m clean
I’ve got a handful of this
What do I do with it?
I’ve got a barrel of this
What do I do with it?
I do it clean, I do it clean
Do it clean, do it clean
Know what I mean
Do it clean, do it clean
I know what I mean, I mean
Shaving cream
Be nice and clean
Shave every day and you’ll always look keen
[Hmm, Google says 8635 is a 1990 Depeche Mode song, while mine is a 1980 Echo and the Bunnymen song. Possible plagiarism there? They both have that “You/I know what I mean,” line too. Carry on…]
I want a clean shaven man!
I want a clean shaven man.
Oh, how I’d behave
When he takes a shave.
I want a clean shaven man!