What can stop that itchin’
Ain’t around the kitchen.
Gold, gold, hooked am I,
Susannah, go ahead and cry!
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah
Someone’s in the kitchen I know
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo, and singing
Fie, fi, fiddly I o
Fie, fi, fiddly I o
Fie, fi, fiddly I o
Strumming on the old banjo
Ev’rything runs right on time
Years of practice and design
Spit and polish till it shines, he thinks he’ll keep her
Ev’rything is so benign
The safest place you’ll ever find
God forbid you change your mind, he thinks he’ll keep her
Tell me spectator, why are always sooner or later
Bitchin’ in the kitchen or crying in the bedroom all night!
What’s the sense in sharing this one and only life
Ending up just another lost and lonely wife
You count up the years
And they will be filled with tears
Love only breaks up to start over again
You’ll get the babies
But you won’t have your man
While he is busy loving every woman that he can, uh-huh
Once again there is pain, I bring flames, I bring cold
I’m the Blood Red Sandman, coming home
On this unholy night, I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman, coming home again
I’m coming home again
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
He’s gathered sand from the skies
That glitters and gleams.
He’ll sprinkle your eyes with dreams.
I’d rather leave while I’m in love
While I still believe the meaning of the word
I’ll keep my dreams and just pretend
That you and I are never gonna end
And your eyes (your eyes, your eyes)
They tell me how much you care
Oh, yes
You’ll always be
My endless love
We go to a restaurant
You say it’s love you want
I realize, I can see it in your eyes
You’re moving on to something more
La-la-la-la-lasagna
You want-a some-a lasagna magnifico
Or a-maybe spaghetti
Ay, you supper’s a-ready now, where you go
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
You must be swift as the coursing river
With all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
They call him Flipper, Flipper, faster than lightning,
No-one you see, is smarter than he,
And we know Flipper, lives in a world full of wonder,
Flying there-under, under the sea!
I’d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been
In his octopus’ garden in the shade
What happened here?
As the New York sunset disappeared
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there.
Who lived here?
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot,
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop.
And now it all looks strange
It’s funny how one insect can damage so much grain.
On a cold December evening
I was walking through the Christmas tide
When a stranger came up and asked me
If I’d heard John Lennon had died
All of your minions will soon be my witnesses.
They will discover what being scared shitless is.
I will be merciless, I will be mean,
They’ll spill their guts and then they’ll spill the beans
Kind of like Haldeman, Mitchell, and Dean.
And now this is how you’ll be remembered
This is your Watergate
You will resign in disgrace
You’d be hiding in
A second floor apartment
Knocking all the stairs down to save your life
From the undead
Double-barrel shotgun
Taking out the slow ones
Then you’d see the passion burning in my eye
And I’d keep my head