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Oh daddy, when you gonna write that big hit?
Oh daddy, when you gonna hit it real big, real big? Well, now that's a tall request For such a small little girl But I'll try, try till I get it just right 'Cause I'm gonna make it, maybe even twice Oh daddy, when you gonna make it to the big time gig? Oh daddy, when you gonna blow off the lid? Well, it's like a backstage pass into paradise There's a long, lonely waiting list But I'm gonna give it everything I've got to give Oh daddy, when you gonna be a big star? I got the suit and a pink guitar Oh daddy, when you gonna break it wide open I don't know but I still keep hopin' Oh daddy, are you gonna make a million bucks? All it takes it a whole lotta luck, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh daddy, when you gonna have that fat Cadillac like you always said? Oh daddy, when you gonna put on some stretch pants, yeah? Well, don't hold your breath 'cause it'll make you blue But the whole opera's not over yet And I aim to make the fat lady sweat Oh daddy, how you gonna make it to the top? All I know is I'm not gonna stop Oh daddy, what are ya' gonna buy your little girl? Hey, I'm gonna getcha Disney World Oh daddy, you could hit the jackpot yet Like I told now don't hold your breath Oh, daddy, daddy, oh, daddy, daddy, oh, daddy, daddy I'm gonna buy you Disney World |
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People like us have our eyes on the stars
and we keep informed via TV Guide and we entertain in a house of cards but the trouble remains in our sleeping hearts Wake up! Get out, get out of this house of cards Why are we sleeping? Wake up! Get out, get out of this house of cards Why are we dreaming? Why are we blinded, always the little guys? Why do we find ourselves always compromised? People like us have lives made of dust and we know too little, but we know too much and our puzzled lives have come all apart so we go back to bed with our sleeping hearts and we stay asleep in a house of cards |
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"I guess", God said,
"It's time to let the little people have the salad days somebody cut the rain, let there be lawn chairs in the shade for everyone be sure to give it the works, the barbecues and the fireworks and make certain the night is fair for my lovers in pairs I'll be behind the sun, now let these things be done, uh huh, it's one of those days" We had iced-up beer in the park with the picnic gear uh huh, the salad days between the hoots and shouts we were knockin' a volleyball around every which way tan dads without no shirts, young things tucked under skirts, a baby girl whose face is smirched with some dessert, bad boys hurtin' their bikes shootin' for the world-record psyche one of those days Now sometime later on God peeked from behind the sun, he said, "Looks like it's all worked out and I can rest a while" God had His Great Snooze and through the trees a sleepy breeze blew it was one of those days |
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(Belew/Hertzman)
Hello honey, how is every little thing? sure I'll be glad to meet you at the beach at ten I wanna be your brown-eyed handsome man plant my feet in the sand maybe you could be the Sunkist queen in your cool Raybans ooohweee, you and me babe here comes another summer of love and we're a fine pair of coconuts Oil me up, buttercup park your towel over here with your things n' stuff I'm gonna work on my major tan I'm gonna get it perfect yet you go ahead, hon, and jump in the lake let me know if it's wet ooohweee, you and me babe here comes another summer of love and we're a fine pair Under the sun where there's only one plan build a condo in the sand and maybe we'll be fried again, oh man Oil me up now coconut I just love to feel your hands oil me up now coconut I wanna be your man ooohweee, you and me babe here comes another summer of love and we're fine coconuts |
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I knew the weather was supposed to turn gray
but I didn't know it'd never go away until I answered when my telephone rang bad days coming my way 'cause I heard my baby saying she's gonna be leaving me bad days must be on my tracks 'cause I heard my baby saying she won't be coming back bad days followed by those awful nights I could've told you she was tired of my ways I had no more surprises up my sleeve but when she went away it sure surprised me, oh bad days must be on my back 'cause I sense my baby's never she's never coming back bad days must be here to stay 'cause it seems so long since she, since she went away bad days and always those awful nights So this morning when I slept so late I couldn't move beneath the heavy weight I heard somebody at my backyard gate, oh there she was coming through the haze saying, "Hold me, baby, and I hope I'm not too late" bad days are never coming again because I heard my baby say she's, she's never leaving me happy days and no more of those awful nights |
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When I wake up in my tree
Wake up in my bedroom tree A little girl and a parakeet Are singing to me My, oh my, what a peaceable kingdom Why would I ever wanna leave Leave a peaceable kingdom And when I wake up on the floor On the carpeted forest floor All of the squirrels in their conifers Are saying to me My, oh my, even if you had set of wings Why would you ever wanna fly From a peaceable kingdom Oh my, oh my, what a peaceable kingdom Why would I ever wanna leave Leave a peaceable kingdom It's quiet a night When the monkeys retire So we lay down our faces By the fireplace And sing softly What a peaceable kingdom |
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Pay Here
chimpanzee Don't Park under the aviary walk through heatwave afternoon fast food hot zoo Do the shuffle to the buffalo see the mad monkey by the lonely pay phone let's go fishin' in the air conditioned dark man, look at the bite on that great big bark Waste Here souvenir land Don't Feed nobody your hand rest room photograph pachyderm cat house hot zoo Three sleepy zebra in their living room suits joke with a crazy cockatoo big giraffe in their injured party hats say "Are you gonna watch our customary nap?" Eat Here a dinosaur egg Don't Touch the tarantula legs march like army ants itchin' for a PX hot zoo I dig iguana in their outer space duds sayin' "Aren't you glad we only eat bugs?" closing time, quick! close those gates capture a few of these human apes Exit Here kangaroo Don't Forget to come back soon |
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I don't wanna live
anywhere I wanna live, I wanna live everywhere in a rolling big house full of fresh air a motor bungalow, round and comfortable like a highway yacht with a shower, no stairs you can anchor her, you can anchor her anywhere sleep a week or so and get to know the local jokes in a motor bungalow, round and comfortable In the bungalow breakfast nook on the bungalow breakfast table violets picked in Vermont and shells knicked on a Florida jaunt and a menu from Cohens restaurant in a motor bungalow motor bungalow One morning roll down the windows let the north wind in and fly across the continent up to Canada, whoa, Canada to view a true moose, uuhhhmm wet your pants, ha! in a cold stream eat home-made ice cream and live in a motor bungalow |
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What's a blue man gonna do
when he collects the whole set of the blues he can't move, he can't shake his slump a blue man says bumpity bump Hey, bumpity bump my heart hurts like a drum What's a man, what's a blue man gonna do when he knows the truth of the blues he can't find the world a satisfyin' place he can't even face his own face Why do I hurt like a drum? my heart says bumpity bump A blue man what's he got to do, go to sleep to evade the blues? they might follow him right into his dreams they might corner him and make him scream Why do I feel like a bomb? my heart says bumpity bump Hey, what's a blue man say when he's got to wake up to another blue day Oh, and nothing is right and he's got no disguise Who knows, maybe he woke up in a different guy Why do I feel like a bomb? my heart hurts like a drum, why? my heart says bumpity bump |
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I'm not a free lunch box car parked in the seat
dead-end streetcar of desire caught by the tailpiece I'm a jiffy pop tarts are bad for your teen-aged beef There's a mando-Linda Evans talking on the phone call a Porter Wagoner tailor-made underwear every dog has his Dayton Ohio Hitler says to button your fly Tijuana place a Bette Midler Oh drop dead lock stock and bugle coral reefer man every Marlon Brando gave him a great big handstand what a lumpy Guy lumbago embargo fish pants Is there a Groucho Marxist doctrine in the house calls about a lost set of Keystone cops out the same way you came in through the bathroom wind- oh look! a rock'n'roller skate and all skate slowly Hey man a T-bone state of the aren't you gonna finish your bird in a box Hey man your witness to the stand still shoulder to shoulder the burden a box Hey man and even Colonel Sanders' daddy was a Thunderbird in a box Loose tooth three of a perfect paradiced onions cheese and beans from another planeteri gargoyle change every two thousand smiled at Linda Evans called again singing happy birthmark |
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Last night
I took a walk into the back of my mind through the trash and the warning signs there was a party full of jokes and clich's I couldn't think of anything to say and so I slipped into the men's room there I saw my hair a way it's never been before I took the stairs from my head to my heart I didn't know they were so far apart the heart is like a little chapel somewhere, the pretty lights and the empty chairs but I'm gonna bring a broom next time I'll sweep out all the broken strings I find She walks me down to my private train and lays me down in my sleeping car she keeps my elephant out of the rain and sees to the care of my vintage cars she is the blood of my life without her I would starve Who you gonna run to? Who you gonna hide behind? Who you gonna turn to when there's nobody home but you? What's a father to do with all theses school-less injuns running in circles around the wagons What's a father to do with all these monster debts around my neck on a sad sun deck Oh, my children, the times are jaded the simple life is complicated oh, my children Now if the dark of the night arrives in the middle of the day I'm gonna say my prayer for sweetness and light, gonna fix myself a Coke, and hope it's alright If the bat-winged beast sweep down for a feast on me I'm gonna pin my soul to a hot-air balloon gonna make it pop and shoot me to the moon Now you've had another piece of my mind, a cup of coffee and a slice of time if you'll excuse me I should say goodbye I gotta go now. |
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