Before you run and hide
He’s gonna get you.
You got no choice
'Cause you can’t escape the voice.
I gotcha, uh huh, huh
You thought I didn’t see ya now, didn’t ya, uh huh, huh
You tried to sneak by me now, didn’t ya, uh huh, huh
Now gimme what you promised me, give it here
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness
To the break of the day
Whatever gets you through the night
It’s all right, it’s all right
But it’s all right now
I learned my lesson well.
You see, you can’t please everyone
So you got to please yourself.
Hey, hey they say I better get a chaperon
Because I can’t stop messin’ with the danger zone
Hey, I won’t worry, and I won’t fret
Ain’t no law against it yet, oh she bop, she bop
But she looks in my eyes
And makes me realize
And she says “Don’t worry baby”
Don’t worry baby
Don’t worry baby
Everything will turn out alright
Here’s a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don’t worry, be happy
I’ve been so many places in my life and time
I’ve sung a lot of songs, I’ve made some bad rhymes
I’ve acted out my love on stages
With 10,000 people watching
But we’re alone now and I’m singing this song to you
Every time I tried to tell you
The words just came out wrong
So I’ll have to say I love you in a song
If I had a tiny microphone
Hidden in my heart
It would amplify my love for you
But the words get stuck in my throat
The words get stuck in my throat
I’ve got a lump in my throat about the note you wrote
I’d come on over but I haven’t got a raincoat
Button up your overcoat
When the wind is free
Take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Where’d you get that set of sweater pies?
Is that dessert I smell behind your eyes?
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
If you don’t eat your meat, you can’t have any pudding!
How can you have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat?
So bring out the figgy pudding,
Yes, bring out the figgy pudding,
Now bring out the figgy pudding
And bring it out here!
Kick Out the Jams!
She’ll make ya breakfast
She’ll make ya toast
But she don’t use butter
And she don’t use cheese
She don’t use jelly
Or any of these
She uses Vaseline
Flies in the Vaseline we are
Sometimes it blows my mind