(george gershwin/ira gershwin). 's wonderful! 's marvelous!. You should care for me!. 's awful nice! 's paradise!. 's what i love to see!. . You've made my life so glamorous.
The buzzard took the monkey for a ride in the air. The monkey thought that ev'rything was on the square. The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back.
Long ago and oh so far away. I fell in love with you, before the second show. Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear. But you're not really here. It's just the radio.
Treat me sweet and gentle. When you hold me tight. Just squeeze me. But please don't tease me. . I get sentimental. When you hold me tight. Come and squeeze me.
Stop this world, let me off. There's just too many pigs in the same trough. There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence. Stop this world, it's not making sense.
Young lonesome soldier. Sleeping in the rain. Far from home. Half a child. Half a hero. Tossed by the times. Caught in the winds. Dream, lonesome soldier.
What have I got to do to make you love me?. What have I got to do to make you care?. What do I do when lightning strikes me?. And to wake to find that you're not there.
Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring-ting tingle-ing, too,. Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.. . Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "Yoo hoo".
Someone to hold me tight. That would be very nice. Someone to love me right. That would be very nice. Someone to understand each little dream in me. Someone to take my hand and be a team with me.
I just came back from a lovely trip along the Milky Way. Stopped off at the North Pole to spend a holiday. I called on dear old Santa Claus. To see what I could see.
We were lost, and set adrift. on a red clay unmarked road,. with nothing 'cept what we could hold,. free of every debt we owed.. We'd left behind our sorted pasts.
So here we are all alone. As the wine makes you mine for the night. Soft is the way that you feel. And hard is the way that we breathe. In out we're moving.
So where to begin. Let's start with a child. And where will it end. Where the perfect guest meets his fate. In a scene beyond dreams. I stand where i stand.
Ridin' across the plains, racin' for the mountains. the wind's at my back, I'm headin' for the sun. Injuns to the left, cowboys to the right. flyin arrows, speedin' bullets.
There's a certain feeling. Known to all who hear the sound. The call of morning rising. You're in a mystic space. Can't you feel the force embrace, the chill of the wind.
(Dickie Peterson & Dieter Saller). Oooh, sweet, sweet child. Yeah, whoa, oooh!. . You know the game and you learn it well. Strapped for your time and your long blond hair.
Well Lord I got to raise a fuss, Lord I got to raise a holler. About a workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar. Well, Lord, I tried to call my baby, I tried to get a date.
The lady folded. Her silver hair. Behind her back. With the strings of a veil.. . And cut me a pack. Of a famous sword. Sharp to East. Her magnitude. That made the table.
All those weekend images tuggin' in the fog. Midnight flood your eyes off just to buy me a jug. Weekend soon behind me telling me to explore. Come on Saturday freedom open up your door..
Listen here baby. 'Cause you outta time. I'm so sorry. It's the end of the line. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. All I know, can not leave with you..