Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget. Untwinkle, little ee, my ainly pang'll be regret. A maiden I will dee but I'll turn into a nightingale. My song will warm thy heart.
Moons in June I've given up on that stuff. Arms have charms but I've no hope of falling in love. . The rest of life pales in significance. . I'm looking for somebody with whom to dance.
When the rhythm calls. The government falls. Here come the cops. From Tokyo to Soweto, viva la musica pop. . We are black and white. And we dance all night down at the hop.
When you're old and lonely. You will wish you'd married me. I could build a fire for you. And bring you cakes and tea. . When you're cold and hungry. I'll be waiting by the phone.
All the summer days. Where we used to play. Walking hand in hand. Castles in the sand. . So you said goodnight. But you meant goodbye. Now our love has died.
Time, measured in dotted yellow lines has passed you by. And I never said, an honest thing to you in all my life. Hard times go slowly and the good times never come.
We walked alone in the rain and lightning. When you were my baby. So much in love it was almost frightening. When you were my baby. Everybody called you a fool.
So faraway and so alone. How could I ever take you home. You're beautiful, beautiful. . You've got a devastating point of view. And everything you say is true.
We are havin' a hootenanny now. We are havin' a hootenanny now. Do-si-do down to our hoedown. Our rootin'-tootin' hootenanny. Havin' a hootenanny now.
Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street. There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat. Everyone sings "Hallelujah" when my boy walks down the street.
W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C.. W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C.. . Washington, D.C., it's paradise to me. It's not because it is the grand old seat. Of precious freedom and democracy, no, no, no.
When I was a little boy way out in the the wood. I had neither friend nor toy, never knew I could. When I found this lonely road off I walked for good.
[Lloyd Price]. . (Chorus). Where Y'At, Where Y'At. Oh little baby blue. Where Y'At, Where Y'At. Oh little baby blue. Where Y'At, Where Y'At. Oh little baby blue.
Night, is the time for the hunger. Through these rooms, you and I, we wander. Too much, too long, holding back the tears. I wait, do hard labor and I count the years.
Well there's somethin' on your radio. Comin' in like last call. Beatin' on my bedroom wall. Big beat for y'all. Yeah yeah yeah. . She's burning like a flame thrower.
Well I can remember. Like it was only yesterday. Love was young and foolish. Like a little child at play. But oh how love has changed. I never knew how easily.
Well honey, when you comin home. Oh baby, when you comin home. There's a fire in the kitchen. A fire in the bed. One needs puttin' out. Other one must be fed.
I've been working. 'neath The gray sky. And I'm wonderin'. Still, I'm wondering why. Must I lay low. In a room full of strangers?. Well, I'm thinking.
Worry 'bout my worries. Lately all I seem to do. Worry 'bout my worries. Lately all I seem to do. One day I'm gonna get better, babe. Then I'm gonna take a little time to worry.
Woman, she's moving to the weight of the world. Momma, she's carrying the weight of the world. All the time she breathing in the weight of the world. .