When I was young my father said. "Son, I have something to say". And what he told me, I'll never forget. Until my dyin' day. . He said, "Son, you are a bachelor boy.
This is the last cookie roundup. Eat'em up cookie ya-yay. This is the last cookie roundup. Get along, little cookies, me eat you today. . Looking for cookies.
Slow motion. Summer comes too fast again. Patiently await to see it's much too late. Counting days. There's no need to be afraid. Here and now is the only chance.
In the garden of the Queen of Six. Is where the Queen gets her kicks. Walking on her path of bricks. Shaped into a number six. The Queen knows lots of magic tricks.
Time came to leave. You know there's something about the principle. Of what goes on behind the scenes. The military machine, the way they led me on. .
Lonely Silver Dove. . Sweet Apache Maid. . Lonely Silver Dove. . Sweet Apache Maid. . Alone all alone by the campfire. . She dreamed of her love, her delight.
Why does it happen to the worst?. Twisted words, twisted world. The kind are so far-fetched. Penny in a bucket rings out a chime. Time when you reach out.
Downtown I walk. Through New York City so hot. The summer swelter melting. Got things on my mind right now. In the alleys that I take. They just don't give up an inch.
What's in store?. Why did you lie to me?. I don't know. What did you want me to say?. . There's nothing wrong. With wanting to be right. I'm just trying to remember.
Narrator speaks: Once upon a time in The Land of Eight,. There stood a castle, very great.. Eight flags were waving in the air. For the King of Eight had put them there..
Trembling hands drop the needle down. In seconds you're here at the speed of sound. Skating a scratch on the vinyl. My heart is skipping a beat. . I'm hooked again following the tune.
Lying cold in his arms. Lying on clammy ground. Lying old, time passes by. Lying in a dark paradise. Lying deep, six feet down. Lying deep, six feet down.
[Chapter 1:]. Long ago the skies turned gray. the fallen sun had gone away and left us cold. until one thousand years would pass and we'd sail away. Trapped within such misery.
Whenever I go to sleep. In bed when the day is through. I love to count little sheep. Doing the dance they adore to do. . With a beat of tiny feet. Baby lambs begin to prance.
I'm calling out perversion. In this city of glass. My hammer knows it has me. Spitting no. . Look at the light. Bringing hope of diversion. Someone said is gets dark.
Early Monday morning, more like Sunday night. I saw three flashes tear across the sky. It came without a warning, a second to react. I let my wishes go too fast, I want them back.
There are folks who make fun of the way my family's run. It's a joyful, joltin', jumpin' jamboree. So if you'd like a job, come join our jolly mob. And we'll show you how much fun a "j" can be.
Nigh time falls around me. Darkness closes in all the people. Who are sleeping safe and soundly. Content knowing, we keep watch. . Through each and every hour.