All your life is Channel 13
Sesame Street
What does it mean?
I’ll tell you what it means
Pressure
You live on Avenue Q!
You’re friends do too.
You are twenty-two
And you live on Avenue Q!
You live on Avenue Q
You live on Avenue Q!
We would drive up the Avenue, but we haven’t got the price
We would skate up the Avenue, but there isn’t any ice
We would ride on a bicycle, but we haven’t got a bike
So we’ll walk up the Avenue
Yes, we’ll walk up the Avenue
And to walk up the Avenue’s what we like
Bicycle races are coming your way
So forget all your duties oh yeah!
Fat bottomed girls they’ll be riding today
So look out for those beauties oh yeah
On your marks! Get set! Go!
Bicycle race bicycle race bicycle race
Bicycle bicycle bicycle want to ride my bicycle
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
Bicycle race
I ride my bike, I roller skate, don’t drive no car
Don’t go too fast, but I go pretty far
For somebody who don’t drive
I’ve been all around the world
Some people say, I’ve done all right for a girl
Oh yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah
Don’t drive no big black car
Don’t like no Hollywood movie stars
You want me to be true to ya
You don’t give a damn what I do to ya
I’m just a dirty white boy (dirty white boy)
Dirty white boy (dirty white boy)
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin’ logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin’ hogs
We is headin’ for bear on I-one-oh
'Bout a mile outta Shaky Town
I says, "Pig Pen, this here’s the Rubber Duck.
“And I’m about to put the hammer down.”
‘Cause we got a little convoy
Rockin’ through the night.
Yeah, we got a little convoy,
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
I love to sing-a
About the moon-a and the June-a and the spring-a,
I love to sing-a,
About a sky of blue-a, or a tea for two-a,
Anything-a with a swing-a to an “I love you-a,”
I love to, I love to sing!
First you form a smile
I watch you for a while
You are a vapour trail
In a deep blue sky
Tremble with a sigh
Glitter in your eye
You seem to come and go
I never seem to know
Desert loving in your eyes all the way
If I listened to your lies, would you stay
I’m a man without conviction
I’m a man who doesn’t know
How to tell a contradiction
You come and go, you come and go
Strings of street lights, even stoplights
Blinkin’ bright red and green
As the shoppers rush home with their treasures
Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch
This is Santa’s big day
And above all this bustle you hear
Silver bells
Silver bells
It’s Christmas time in the city
Ding-a-ling
Hear them ring
Soon it will be Christmas day
There are children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They’re busy building toys
And absolutely no one’s dead
There’s frost on every window
Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That’s coming from inside
We’re drinking our way through the holi-daze!
It’s a wonderful way to survive
When you’re losing your grip and it’s time to get ripped,
Somewhere in the world, it’s always after 5:00!
We’re drinking our way through the holi-daze!
Pouring beer and vodka and wine
We’re drowning in cheer this time of the year
From Hanukkah to Auld Lang Syne!
And there won’t be snow in Africa this Christmastime
The greatest gift they’ll get this year is life
Where nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flow
Do they know it’s Christmastime at all?
Put on your Yamaka
Its time for Chanukah
So much funnaka
To celebrate Chanukah
Chanukah is the festival of lights
Instead of one day of presents
We get eight crazy nights
When you feel like the only kid in town
Without a Christmas tree
Here’s a list of people who are Jewish
Just like you and me
[Jeez it it ain’t even November yet! Can’t you people wait at least one month?
Oh lookie what I found…]
The first hard sell comes sometime in June
When last season’s Christmas cards take too much room,
So they put them out in an off-season bin,
For in June they are getting their new shipments in.
Hard sell, hard sell
Hard sell, hard sell
This is the Christmas we all know so well.
So this is Christmas and what have you done, Another year older, a new one begun…
Mom got drunk and Dad got drunk at our Christmas party
We were drinking champagne punch and homemade eggnog
Little sister brought her new boyfriend
He was a Mexican
We didn’t know what to think of him until he sang
Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad
Buon Natale, means Merry Christmas to you
Buon Natale, to everyone
Happy New Year and lots of fun
Buon Natale may all your wishes come true
Buon Natale in Italy means
A Merry Christmas to you
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
No you might thing there’s no such thing as Santa.
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.