Sitting by the harbor with a cup of tea. Oh so very English but that isn't me. Kicking out the larger and Duty-Free. Its akin to a fight with Muhammad Ali.
[Chorus]. Bang, say da da da da. Tell me yes and let's feed the fire. Bang bang, say da da da. Nothin' less, I wanna hear a yes. Bang, say da da da da.
Mourning for what? A lost friend I don't need. I never pressured you to live the way that I do You're tied for last in a one man race, You shoved your views in my face. I don't like it!.
Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shone by supper time in the dusty afternoon.
Friendship- To you it means nothing. Time and Time Again. you betray friends. With lies- and your gossip. The stories you tell. can hurt like hell. It's your big mouth.
Born in the country and I like that country smile. Of the little girls and boys, they remind me of a child. That I knew and a big harvest moon. That shon' by suppertime in the dusty afternoon.
Insincerity. Negativity. No Unity. Something's gone wrong. Thinking to myself how smart I am. Because I won't get caught up. In some dick's bad joke..
Boss man, boss man, what do you say?. I gotta get you alone in the mine some day. Boss man, boss man, turn it around. If you don't look away how can I sit down.
The night is as black as the coal dust on the tracks. Up to the east day is dawning. From time to time I get women on my mind. I'm a son of a gun. . Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight.
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee. . I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind. I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way to unwind.
There's a south wind risin' and the moon shines on my window sill. I've got a feeling I might walk on over the hill. I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some rest.
Black day in July. . Motor city madness has touched the countryside. And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide. The doors are quickly bolted and the children locked inside.
Upon the bitter green she walked the hills above the town. Echoed to her footsteps as soft as eiderdown. Waiting for her master to kiss away her tears.
I'd like to be in biscuit city. With my banjo in my hand. I don't need no long vacation. In some foreign land. Cause the sound of my own breathing. Has been turning to a sigh.
Betty Jo, you made it plain. When first you held me near. Even though you caused me pain. You were all the world to me. . We made love, we had such fun.
Come on, Pearl, come on, Kitty. If you feel inclined. Down around the bend in the water. Bring your fishin' line. . Come on, Pearl, I'm rough and ready.
Bells of the evening, O sing to my love. Tell her I miss her, my own turtledove. The streets of the old town are covered with rain. I think I might never know true love again.
At times I just don't know. How you could be anything but beautiful. I think that I was made for you. And you were made for me. . And I know that I won't ever change.
At times I just don't know. How you could be anything but beautiful. I think that I was made for you. And you were made for me. . And I know that I won't ever change.
Well, it's four o'clock in the afternoon. And the anchors have been weighed. From Miami to Nassau. She's bound across the waves. . She'll be headin' south through Biscayne Bay.