In the bright sunlight, ever rejoicing,
Pressing my way to mansions above;
Singing His praises, gladly I’m walking,
Walking in sunlight, sunlight of love.
Little darlin’, come with me
Won’t you help me share my load
From the dark end of the street
To the bright side of the road
I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But I’m not afraid
This Rover has crossed over
If I never, never have a cent
I’ll be rich as Rockefeller
With gold dust at my feet
On a sunny, sunny side of the street
I’m looking over my dead dog Rover,
That I over-ran with the mower.
One leg is missing the other is gone.
The third one is scattered all over the lawn.
No need explaining the one remaining
It’s splattered on the kitchen door.
I’m looking over my dead dog rover,
That I over-ran with the mower.
I’m looking over my dead dog Rover
That I overlooked before
One leg is broken, the other is maimed,
The third I ran over with my CoCo Puff train.
No use explaining, the parts remaining,
They’re mangled beyond repair.
I’m looking over my dead Dog Rover
That I overlooked, (Big finish)
That I overlooked,
That I overlooked before.
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Shannon, is gone I heard
She’s drifting out to sea
She always loved to swim away
Maybe she’ll find an island
With a shaded tree
Just like the one in our back yard
Ah, just like the one in our back yard
Ah…
Just like the one in our back yard
If we had a yard
If we had a yard
Sleep outside at night
When the moon is bright
Watch the laundry wave
Dig the dog a grave
Drink the acid rain
'Til we go insane
It looked so good from the outside, I couldn’t wait to join the crowd.
It all looked different on the inside,
It must have been my imagination,
I felt so sure that was where I wanted to be…
I’m in with the in crowd
I go where the in crowd goes
I’m in with the in crowd
And I know what the in crowd knows
I’m gettin’ bugged driving up and down the same old strip
I gotta find a new place where the kids are hip
My buddies and me are getting real well known
Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone
I get around (get around round round I get around)
From town to town (get around round round I get around)
I’m a real cool head (get around round round I get around)
I’m makin’ real good bread (get around round round I get around)
Don’t, don’t, don’t let’s start
I’ve got a weak heart
And I don’t get around how you get around
They’d have asked me about you -
Don’t get around much any more.
I hear you had a good offer down on third avenue
You tell me that was the reason for whatcha’, you put me through, yeah
And now you come collapsin’ back I feel the heat of your attack
Want me to take you back I’m givin’ you the sack so don’t waste your time
Asking only workman’s wages, I come lookin’ for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Since we can no longer make it, girl,
I found a new place to live my life.
It’s really no place at all,
Just a hole in the wall, you see.
It’s cold and dusty but I let it be,
Livin here without you,
On Second Avenue.
When you can’t hear the rhyme and you can’t see the reason
Why should the hope remain?
For a man will be tired and his soul will grow weary
Living his life in vain
And who are we to justify the right in all we do?
Until we seek, until we find Ammonia Avenue
Ammonia, Ammonia, Ammonia!
Get off, get off, get off!
Ammonia, Ammonia, Ammonia!
Get off, get off, get off!
I’m not saying “I’m on ya”, I’m saying “Ammonia”!
I don’t care what you’re saying, just get off!
Let’s get high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
I believe that he was here in town.
Flying high on Jesus, high on Jesus,
I’m so high I’m never coming down.
Jesus blows up balloons all day
Sits on the porch swing watching them fly
Nibblin’ on sponge cake,
Watchin’ the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin’ my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp-
They’re beginnin’ to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame,
But I know it’s nobody’s fault.
Mother she taught me how to read,
Mother she taught me how to read
If I don’t read it my soul be lost
Nobody’s fault but mine