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I’ve come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed
So come on all you criminals! I’ve got to put you straight
Just like I did with my old man twenty years too late
Your bread and water’s going cold
Your hair is too short and neat
I’ll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me
I’ve got a girl with short brown hair
That says that she will be true
She’ll never leave me for another man
Even when she is blue
She makes my bed and my dreams come true
And loves me with all of her might (all through the night)
I’ve got a girl with short brown hair
I’ve got a girlfriend tonight
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
Now he walks down the street in the evenin’
And he stops by the old candy store
And I somehow believe he’s believin’
He’s holdin’ her hand like before
For he feels all her love walkin’ with him
And he smiles at the things she might say
Then the old man walks up to the hilltop
And gives her a daisy a day
I’ll give you a daisy a day, dear
I’ll give you a daisy a day
I’ll love you until the rivers run still
And the four winds we know blow away
Daisy, Daisy give me your heart to do
I’m half crazy, hopeful in love with you
It won’t be a stylish marriage
I can’t afford the carriage
But you look sweet upon the street
On a bicycle built for two
Love and marriage, love and marriage,
Go together like a horse and carriage.
This I tell ya, brother, you can’t have one without the other.
The Horsemen are drawing nearer
On leather steeds they ride
They’ve come to take your life
On through the dead of night
With the Four Horsemen ride
Or choose your fate and die
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Trying to catch the devil’s herd, across these endless skies
Oh Montana, give this child a home.
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own.
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes.
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies.
Well, I’m weary and tired, I’ve done my day’s riding
Nighttime is rolling my way
The sky’s all on fire and the light’s slowly fading
Peaceful and still ends the day
Out on the trail night birds are calling
Singing their wild melody
Down in the canyon cottonwood whispers
A Song of Wyoming for me
Not tonight, Marie! The full moon shines,
I’m showing all the danger signs.
To hell with rest, I’ll thump my chest,
I’ll swing across the room on vines.
Marie, I don’t care where or how.
Marie, you’ve purely had it now.
Some night you won’t get through to me,
By God, but not tonight, Marie!
Her head is gonna hurt sometime,
Before the night is through
Every night she pulls the same old sham,
There’s nothing I can do
Everynight I want to touch her body
Hope it takes all night
Hope that maybe we can have romance
Then we’ll wake up right
She’s gonna have a headache tonight
A headache tonight I know
There’s gonna be a headache tonight, I know
Lord, I know
Girl, tonight we’re gonna make love. You know how I know? Because it’s Wednesday. And Wednesday night is the night that we usually make love. Monday night is my night to cook. Tuesday night we go and visit your mother, but Wednesday night we make sweet, weekly love. It’s when everything is just right. There’s nothing good on TV. You haven’t had your after-work social sports team practice so you’re not too tired. Oh boy…it’s all on. You lean in and say something sexy like, “I might go to bed I’ve got work in the morning.” I know what you’re trying to say girl. You’re trying to say, “Oh, yeah. It’s business time. It’s business time.”
It’s business.
It’s business time.
I know what you’re trying to say you’re trying to say it’s time for business it’s business time. Ooh!
Except for Monday, which was never good anyway.
Tuesday, I get a little side ways.
Wednesday, I feel better just for spite.
Thursday and Friday take too long.
Before I know it, Saturday’s gone,
But it’s Sunday now and you can bet that I’m all right.
Come Monday It’ll be all right,
Come Monday I’ll be holding you tight.
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side.
I don’t care if Monday’s blue
Tuesday’s gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don’t care about you
It’s Friday I’m in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday I’m in love
Wednesday just don’t go
Thursday goes too slow
I’ve got Friday on my mind
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Yeah, sweet calender girl
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Each and every day of the year
Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful
Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night
Pictures of Lily solved my childhood problems
Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright