A very Merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear
War is over, if you want it
War is over now
Well, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I think that we should get together and try them out, you see
I been looking around awhile, you got something for me
Oh, I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
We had it all
Just like Bogie and Bacall
Starring in our old late, late show
Sailing away to Key Largo
Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range
Turn on the TV, shut out the lights
Roy Rogers is riding tonight
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
Plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw
Keep movin’, movin’, movin’
Though they’re disaprovin’
Keep them doggies movin’
Rawhide
Don’t try to understand 'em
Just rope, throw, and brand ‘em
Soon we’ll be livin’ high and wide
My heart’s calculatin’
My true love will be waitin’
Be waitin’ at the end of my ride
I’m an old cowhand and I come down from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride, ride, ride 'fore I learned to stand
I’m a riding fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the Lone Star State
'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V 8
Oh, yippie yi yo kayah, yippie yi yo kayah
In the window candles glowing
Remind you that today you are a child
The road ahead, forever rolling
And anything worth cryin’ can be smiled
So ride, ride ‘em Jewboy
Ride ‘em all around the old corral
I’m, I’m with you boy
If I’ve got to ride six million miles.
(To anyone who is offended: This is Kinky Friedman’s song about the Holocaust)
Back from the shadows again
Out where an Indian’s your friend
Where the vegetables are green
And you can pee right into the stream
Yes, we’re back from the shadows again
O, blinding light / O, light that blinds / I cannot see / Look out for me.
There are snakes, snakes
Big as garden rakes
At the store, At the store
There are snakes, snakes
Big as garden rakes
At the Quartermaster’s store.
My eyes are dim, I cannot see
I have not got my specs with me
I have not got my specs with me
Well……there’s a puppy in the parlor,
And skillet on the stove,
And a smelly old blanket,
With a Navajo wove,
There’s a chicken on the table,
But you got to say grace,
There’s always something cooking at,
Old Joe’s Place
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
“When you coming home, dad?”
“I don’t know when”
But we’ll get together then
You know we’ll have a good time then"
I should be depressed
My life’s a mess
But I’m having a good time
Lucky i’m sane after all i’ve been through
Everybody says i’m cool (he’s cool)
I can’t complain but sometimes i still do
Life’s been good to me so far
Got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you, all is groovy
When I’m in your arms, nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter; I don’t care
Wouldn’t you agree, baby, you and me
Got a groovy kind of love?
Groovin’ on a Sunday afternoon.
Will you be staying after Sunday or go home on Monday
We gotta let this feeling grow or let it end
You say you care well if you do
Don’t ever go I’m begging you
Don’t let a lonely Monday come again
Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed