The story hit the news. From coast to coast. They said you beat the girl. You loved the most. Your charitable acts. Seemed out of place. With the beauty.
Oh see, C. C. Rider. I said see, what you have done now. Oh see, C. C. Rider. I said see, what you have done now. Ahh, you made me love you. Now, now, now, now your man has gone.
Let's Bring it on. Top of the world. Were at the top of the world. Were at the top of the world. Were at the top-top-top of the world. Were in the building so people.
Once in a while. In a big blue moon. There comes a night like this. Like some surrealist. Invented this fourth of July. Night ride home. . Hula girls.
I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane. And though we shared a common space I know I'll never meet again. The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror.
3,3,3, is the magic. 3,3,3, is the magic. 3,3,3, is the magic number. 3. it's a magic number. Yes, it is. It's the magic number. Because 2 times 3 is 6.
Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress. Devil with the blue dress on. Devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress. Devil with the blue dress on.
Sock. Oh, I'm so ready. Sock. Come on now, baby. Sock it. . Honey in the beehive. Honeybunch, ha. Every time you kiss me. Hits me like a punch. Ready ready, ready, ready, ready.
I'm going to take you to. My special place. It's a place that you. Like no one else I know. Might appreciate. I don't go there with anyone--but. You're a special case.
Spin away the combination for the last time. Say goodbye to this year. I wish I could avoid the empty. Summer days that await me. They fake a smile goodbye, celebrating their new freedom.
Can't ask her to the dance, don't stand a snowball's chance. She'd ever go with me. She's way too beautiful up on the pedestal. She's so out of my league.
Words and music by Isham Jones and Gene Willaden (1942). So here's to you. May your dreams come true. May old father time. Never be unkind. And through the years.
Come on baby. I should have never let you get to me. I should have never let you stand so close to me. Im going crazy. . I never said that we were meant to be.
When morning comes to Morgantown. The merchants roll their awnings down. The milktrucks make their morning rounds. In morning, Morgantown. . We'll rise up early, with the sun.
Open up your eyes, take a look at me. Get the picture fixed in your memory. I've been driven by the rhythm like the beat of a heart. And I won't stop until I start to stand out.
It takes cheerful resignation. Heart and humility. That's all it takes. A cheerful person told me. Nobody's harder on me than me. How could they be. And, nobody's harder on you than you.
I remember you giving me your number when I met you. I remember you asking me if I could walk you home. I remember you said to me, you wanted to be my girlfriend.
Michael wakes you up with sweets. He takes you up streets and the rain comes down. Sidewalk markets locked up tight. And umbrellas bright on a grey background.
Marcie in a coat of flowers. Steps inside a candy store. Reds are sweet and greens are sour. Still no letter at her door. So she'll wash her flower curtains.
She is so innocent and when she speaks, I listen. She is my angel sent from up above. She is my fire and my only one desire. She's in the front row, yeah, she comes to every show.