I'm a porter and a night clerk at the old Hot Rod Hotel. I clean and scrub the lobby down and thirty-one rooms as well. I wax and shine their boots and shoes.
Hoodoo Voodoo, seven twenty one two. Haystacka hostacka, A be see. High poker, low joker, ninety nine a zero. Sidewalk, streetcar, dance a goofy dance.
I can see the kitchen light. From the road where I park my bike. But it's dark there as it often is these days. And the gloomy living room. Really needs a dust and a broom.
For your sparkling cocky smile. I have walked a million miles. Begging you to come wed me in the Spring. Why do you my dear delay,. . What makes you laugh and turn away?.
Help save the youth of America. Help save them from themselves. Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys. And the Californian girls. . When the lights go out in the rest of the World.
Some say the heart is just like a wheel. When you bend it you can't mend it. And my love for you is like a sinking ship. My heart is on that ship out in mid-ocean.
I'm never gonna be the handyman around the house my father was. So don't be asking me to hang a curtain rail for you, because. Screwdriver business just gets me confused.
My mother was half English. And I'm half English too. I'm a great big bundle of culture. Tied up in the red, white and blue. I'm a fine example of your Essex man.
Hot Dog. Life is tastin' pretty good. Oh yeah (oh yeah). Hot Dog. 'Cause you love me like you should. Oh yeah (oh yeah). So put some mustard on my roll.
Wont be there when winter comes. I aint holding out my hands. Over a fire in a can Over a fire in a can [Verse]. Goliath was tall King David was small.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight. Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
Old School Songs. Half a bitter for the vicar. He's here to save your soul. He's looking fat and jovial. Though he's nearly on the dole. Anne Riley cooks his dinner.
And the light I find reflected. Guides the way among the hearts left by the road. By the way you seem affected. I can almost taste the bitterness you show.
Summer skies are gone for ever. Nothing left but to remember. Morning leaves a bed of echoes. Tears of blood in weaping meadows. Can you see me, can you hear me.
Bullets flying over head,. Hear them through the walls as you lie in bed,. Know you're fighting for the one you love,. But this time son I'm telling you to run..
Go and get your towel. You've an appointment upstairs. Come out, come out, come out. Did you remember to wash behind your ears?. . Hey hey little. Hey little.
That morning sky gave me a look. So I left while you were sleeping. That's all it took. And I chalked a line south down the coast. Going where my thirst was open.
Are you frantic?. Or romantic?. All ya gotta do. is cross the Atlantic. . Are you drastic?. Is it all fantastic?. When time itself. is becoming elastic.
I hurt myself. It's what I do. If you're so concerned. Could do the same for you. . And hand you a hurt. A hurt so true. Hurting myself is all I do. I hurt myself.
It's awfully bad luck on Diana. Her ponies have swallowed their bits. She fished down their throats with a spanner. And frightened them all into fits.