The world’s about to be destroyed
There’s no point getting all annoyed
Lie back and let the world dissolve (around you)
Despite those nets of tuna fleets
We thought most of you were sweet
Especially tiny tots and your pregnant women
So long so long, so long so long, so long so long, so long so long
So long so long, so long so long, so long so long, so long so long
So long so long and thanks for all the fish
We can live beside the ocean
Leave it far behind
Swim out past the breakers
Watch the world die
We were waiting for the end of the world,
Waiting for the end of the world.
Dear Lord I sincerely hope you’re coming
'cause you really started something.
Save yourself, serve yourself, world serves its own needs
Listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right
Vitriolic, patriotic stand, fight, bright, light
Feeling pretty psyched
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And I feel fine
Live for yourself
There’s no one else more worth living for
Begging hands and bleeding hearts
Will only cry out for more
Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind
A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind
We marvel after those who sought
New wonders in the world they wrought!
On a thousand islands in the sea
I see a thousand people just like me
A hundred unions in the snow
I watch them walking, falling in a row
We live always underground
It’s going to be so quiet in here tonight
A thousand islands in the sea
It’s a shame
And we live beneath the sea.
Everyone of us has all we need.
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yelow submarine.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
A quality of justice
A quantity of light
A particle of mercy
Makes the color of right
Gravity and distance
Change the passage of light
Gravity and distance
Change the color of right
Such a dazzling coat of colors
How I love my coat of many colors
It was red and yellow and green and brown
And scarlet and black and ochre and peach
And ruby and olive and violet and fawn
And lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve
And cream and crimson and silver and rose
And azure and lemon and russet and grey
And purple and white and pink and orange
And red and yellow and green and brown and
Scarlet and black and ochre and peach
And ruby and olive and violet and fawn
And lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve
And cream and crimson and silver and rose
And azure and lemon and russet and grey
And purple and white and pink and orange
And blue
She comes in colors ev’rywhere;
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
everywhere
She comes in colors
I know tonight she comes
she’s takin’ a swipe at fun
she gives me a reason
for sighting my sights
well I know tonight she comes
she jangles me up
she does it with ease
And then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks, and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
I’m so up and down
And I love what’s no allowed
I was blind, now I see
And now I’m growing old disgracefully -
Whatever happened to Mary ?
Mary had a baby, Oh Lord,
Mary had a baby, Oh my Lord,
Mary had a baby, Oh Lord,
People keep a-comin’ an’ the train done gone.
What did she name Him? Oh Lord,
What did she name Him? Oh my Lord,
What did she name Him? Oh Lord,
People keep a-comin’ an’ the train done gone.
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.
Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
I’m gonna get me some alligator shoes
Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
I’m gonna wear 'em out down in Baton Rouge
And if I were an old man returning
With my satchel and porkpie hat
I’d hit every jazz joint on Bourbon
And I’d hit everyone on Basin after that
And a crowd of young boys they’re fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans… yeah the Sultans play Creole