I spent my hungry young years running wild There was so much for me to do And I spent cities like a handful of change But I never quit looking for you
One time and one time only Been such a long time lonely One time for all time it will be Been waiting such a long time Each time has been the wrong time Until you came to me
I looked for you in every face I saw And could not find you any where Then finally one day I quit trying at all And looked up to see you standing there
I don't mind telling you what's on my mind It's no big secret any more I have no plans at all for moving on That's one thing that I was never looking for
You can't buy me baby with your silver You can't buy me baby with your gold And I don't care if your daddy is rich and famous I'm never never ever coming home
As long as I've got my guitar in my hand As long as my pretty lady is right by my side I don't want your Cadillac coming round my door There's plenty of fast freight trains I'd rather ride
If my parents ask you where I'm going Say that I come out here to the West Country And if you're worried I think I need your high tone advice Well, listen to me please, don't talk to me
When I think of Elizabeth Taylor And many’s the times I do I think what that poor kid puts up with And it tears my heart in two
She’s out every night in a swank cabaret Gets breakfast in bed on a solid gold tray I hear that she earns seven thousand a day “What kind of life is that”?
She gets what she wants irregardless* of price Yeah, “Did you see her ring, that was some chunk of ice?” Why, she has thirty minks that she’s never worn twice “What kind of life is that”?
What kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life is that? Facing snakes and other dangers Making love to perfect strangers I read in the news she buys booze by the vat Now, “What kind of life is that”?
Poor Liz, poor Liz Does she know what it means to make a pot roast last a week To wrap a towel around a pipe in case it springs a leak Does she know what it means to get down on her hands and knees To wash her kid’s pajamas or her old man’s BVDs?
These simple pleasures don’t delight her She’s too busy with la dolche viter*
Wherever she goes something thrilling occurs She goes out to dine and the restaurant stirs She’s had twenty husbands, yeah, “Five of them hers!” “What kind of life is that”?
I’m sure Liz must think things look dandy so far But will she, like poor Sybil*, one day wear a scar Will she wind up too with a rock-and-roll star “What kind of life is that”?
What kind of life, what kind of life, what kind of life is that? At MGM they silver-spooned her I think ‘National Velvet’* ruined her I pay for a house what she pays for hat “What kind of life is that”?
They packed up the crew at the Fox Studio They headed for Egypt, but Nasser* said, “No” They wouldn’t let her in, she’s Jewish, you know “What kind of life is that”?
So for all of her glamour and her whoop-tee-doo And her house in the best neighborhood Would you take that lousy life if it was offered to you You can bet Cleopatra’s asp, you would!
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1. “irregardless” - grammatically incorrect, but it is the actual word used. Substitute “irrespective” if you’re a purist.
2. la dolche viter - a play on words on “la dolche vita” (Italian for, “the sweet life”) in order to rhyme with the preceding line.
3. Sybil - Sybil Dorsett. Famous for having multiple personalities.
4. National Velvet - The 1944 film that skyrocketed Elizabeth Taylor to stardom at age 12.
5. Nasser - Gamal Abdul Nasser, president of Egypt 1956 - 1970.
Well now friends you'll never guess it, so I really must confess it I just met the sweetest woman of my long dismal life But a friend of mine said, “Buddy, just in case your mind is muddy Don't you know that girl you're fooling with is Peg-leg Johnson's wife And that man is big and tough and mean and grim And he'll brain you with his artificial limb”
But next morning bright and early, I stole old Peg-leg's girlie And I also took his wooden leg just to play it safe But there weren't no time for laughter, 'cause he started hopping after And I keep on running faster, but he won't give up the chase And I'm running through the mountains with his bride And I got his wooden leg here by my side
CHORUS I'm a three legged man with a two-legged woman Being chased cross the country by a one-legged fool Though he's huffing and he's puffing and he shows no sign of stopping I tell you boys this life is hard and cruel
'Cross the deserts and the valleys and those dark Chicago alleys 'Cross the mighty Mississippi to the hills of Caroline Through the mountains of Montana and the swamps of Louisiana Every time that I look back, he's just one foot behind And I know he must be cold and wet and sick But in spite of all his woes he can kick
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Now he's ragged and he’s filthy and I'm feeling kinda guilty 'Specially in the evening when I hear him plead and beg He says, "Spite of all your stealing friend, I bear you no hard feeling You can keep the derned old woman, but please give me back my leg" For although the one you meant to take was wooden In the dark by mistake you took my good'un
Take me to the night I'm tipping Topsy turvy turning upside down Hold me tight and whisper what you wish For there is no-one here around You may sing-song me sweet smiles Regardless of the city's careless frown Come watch the no colors fade, blazing Into petaled sprays of violets of dawn
Prince Charming I will be on two white steeds To bring you dappled, diamond crowns And climb your tower, Sleeping Beauty 'Fore you even know I've left the ground You can wear a Cinderella, Snow White Alice Wonderlanded gown Come watch the no colors fade, blazing Into petaled sprays of violets of dawn
I don't mean to wake you up It's only loneliness just coming on Come watch the no colors fade, blazing Into petaled sprays of violets of dawn
We didn’t know at all, we didn’t see a thing You can’t hold us to blame, what could we do? It was a terrible shame, but we can’t bear the blame Oh no, not us, we didn’t know
We didn’t know said the burgermeister about those camps at the edge of town It was Hitler and his crew that tore the German nation down We saw the cattle cars, it’s true, and maybe they carried a Jew or two They woke us up as they rattled through, but what did you expect me to do?
We didn’t know at all, we didn’t see a thing You can’t hold us to blame, what could we do? It was a terrible shame, but we can’t bear the blame Oh no, not us, we didn’t know
We didn’t know said the congregation singing a hymn in a church of white The press was full of lies about us, preacher told us we were right The outside agitators came, they burned some churches and they put the blame On decent Southern peoples names, to set our colored folks aflame And maybe some of our boys got hot, and a couple of niggers and reds got shot They should’ve stayed where they belong, the preacher would’ve told us if we’d done wrong
We didn’t know at all, we didn’t see a thing You can’t hold us to blame, what could we do? It was a terrible shame, but we can’t bear the blame Oh no, not us, we didn’t know
We didn’t know said the puzzled voter watching the President on TV I guess we gotta drop those bombs, if we’re gonna keep South Asia free The President’s such a peaceful man, I guess he’s got some kind of plan They say we’re torturing prisoners of war, but I don’t believe that stuff no more Torturing prisoners is a Communist game, and you can bet they’re doing the same I wish this war was over and through, but what do you expect me to do?
We didn’t know at all, we didn’t see a thing You can’t hold us to blame, what could we do? It was a terrible shame, but we can’t bear the blame Oh no, not us, we didn’t know
We didn’t know at all, we didn’t see a thing You can’t hold us to blame, what could we do? It was a terrible shame, but we can’t bear the blame Oh no, not us, we didn’t know
I'm a long tall texan, I ride a big white horse He rides through Texas on big, white horse I'm a long tall texan, I ride a big white horse He rides through Texas on a big, white horse People look at me and say Hurrah, Hurrah, is that your horse? Yeah
I'm a long tall texan, I wear a ten-gallon hat He rides through Texas with a ten-gallon hat I'm a long tall texan, I wear a ten-gallon hat He rides through Texas wearin a ten-gallon hat People look at me and say Hurrah, Hurrah, is that your hat? Yeah
I was walking down the street with my big shiny badge Spurs jingling on my feet When I saw a man a coming, coming with a gun, you know I just can't be beat
Well I'm a long tall texan, I enforce justice for the law He rides through Texas to enforce the law I'm a long tall texan, I enforce justice for the law He rides through Texas to enforce the law People look at me and say Hurrah, Hurrah, are you the law? Yeah
I'm a short fat texan, I ride a Honda one two five He rides from Texas on a one two five I'm a short fat texan, I ride a Honda one two five He rides from Texas on a one two five People look at me and say Oh, come on man, you're too old to be riding a thing like that Yeaaaaaaaaaah!
O what will you give me Say the bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future Say the brown bells of Merthyr And who made the mine owner Say the black bells of Rhondda And who robbed the miner Say the grim bells of Blaina
They will plunder willy-nilly Say the bells of Caerphilly They have fangs, they have teeth Shout the loud bells of Neathe Even God is uneasy Say the moist bells of Swansea And what will you give me Say the sad bells of Rhymney
Throw the vandals in court Say the bells of Newport All would be well if, if, if Say the green bells of Cardiff Why so worried, sisters, why Sing the silver bells of Wye And what will you give me Say the sad bells of Rhymney
Rabbit in a log and I can’t find my dog How will I get ‘im, I know Get me a briar and I’ll twist it in ‘is hair That’s how I’ll I get ‘im, I know
I know, [I know], I know, [really I know] That’s how I’ll I get ‘im, I know Get me a briar and I’ll twist it in ‘is hair That’s how I’ll I get ‘im, I know
Build me a fire and I’ll roast that old hare Roll ‘im in the flames nice and brown Feast in the night while the Moon shines so bright But I got not place to lie down
Lie down, [to lie down], lie down, [to lie down] I got not place to lie down Feast in the night while the Moon shines so bright But I got not place to lie down
Walkin’ down the track with a chicken on my back Soles of my shoes nearly gone, [yee-ha!] Little ways ahead, there’s an old farmer’s shed That’s where I’ll rest my weary bones
Weary bones, [weary bones], weary bones, [lazy bones] That’s where I’ll rest my weary bones Little ways ahead, there’s an old farmer’s shed That’s where I’ll rest my weary bones
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Rabbit in a log and I can’t find my dog How will I get ‘im, I know Get me a briar and I’ll twist it in ‘is hair That’s how I’ll I get ‘im, I know
I know, [I know], I know, [really I know] That’s how I’ll I get ‘im, I know Get me a briar and I’ll twist it in ‘is hair That’s how I’ll I get ‘im, I know
I'll walk in the rain by your side I'll cling to the warmth of your hand I'll do anything to keep you satisfied I'll love you more than anybody can
And the wind will whisper your name to me Little birds will sing along in time The leaves will bow down when you walk by And morning bells will chime
I'll be there when you're feeling down To kiss away the tears if you cry I'll share with you all the happiness I've found A reflection of the love in your eyes
And I'll sing you the songs of the rainbow I'll whisper all the joy that is mine The leaves will bow down when you walk by And morning bells will chime
And the wind will whisper your name to me Little birds will sing along in time The leaves will bow down when you walk by And morning bells will chime
Every Fall when the leaves turn brown Friday evening rolls around I sit down in my TV chair And my face assumes a TV stare Goodbye world, goodbye family It's football time
It's highlight films of last week's games Commercials starring big league names Analysis of all the plays Picking the winners for Saturday Interviews with the stars Interviews with the waterboy Interviews with the fullback's grandmother
On Saturday it's do or die For dear old Siwash will defy, the enemy to dim our stars Who have their eyes on brand new cars Thank God for scholarships Thank God for alumni Thank God for the School of Education
Now my poor wife has got it rough 'Cause Saturdays would be enough But Sunday's a tale she knows too well A double header in the NFL She says I don't listen to her Said she was going to Reno Sounded to me like a new formation
Now half time shows with pretty girls In little short skirts and long blond curls But who's got time for majorettes When NBC has got the Jets And I just can't afford two sets But don't fret Jets With four hundred thousand dollars for Namath And two hundred thousand for Huarte You can spend them to death
The terminology is giving me fits It's red-dogs, cornerbacks, double safety blitz Jitterbugging, automatic, submarine, zip Zig-out, down-and-out, collarbone, hip Listen to the huddle Hear the quarterback say "Tucker, just take that ball and run for your life It's your turn to be on instant replay"
Well, as I sat there sipping beer A shoe came whistling by my ear A bullet pass, I really mean it went right through the TV screen My wife was laughing hysterically I said "Don't worry honey, I can have it fixed by next Saturday"
NOTES: SIWASH is a fictional college in stories by American author George Fitch. It connotes a small, usually inland, college that is notably provincial in outlook.
RENO = Reno, Nevada. Quickie Marriage/Divorce capitol of the US at the time.
NAMATH = Joe Namath, quarterback of the New York Jets in the middle 1960s.
HUARTE = John Huarte, 1964 Heisman Trophy winner and quarterback of the Boston Patriots in 1966.
Wohin auch das Auge blicket Moor und Heide nur ringsum Vogelsang uns nicht erquicket Eichen stehen kahl und krumm
Wir sind die Moorsoldaten Und ziehen mit dem spaten ins Moor Wir sind die Moorsoldaten Und ziehen mit dem spaten ins Moor
SPOKEN INTRO (John Denver) In the early 1930s, the concentration camps of Germany began filling up with hundreds, then thousands, then hundreds of thousands of Hitler’s political enemies. These were the men who resisted the Nazi tyranny until they had to be destroyed. But they always dreamed of freedom, if not for themselves, then for their children.
Far and wide as the eye can wander Heath and bog are everywhere Not a bird sings out to cheer us Trees are standing gaunt and bare
CHORUS We are the Peat Bog Soldiers We’re marching with our spades to the bog We are the Peat Bog Soldiers We’re marching with our spades to the bog
Up and down the guards are pacing No one, no one, can go through Flight would mean a sure death facing Guns and barbed wire greet our view
CHORUS
But for us there is no complaining Winter will in time be past One day we shall cry rejoicing “Homeland dear, you’re mine at last”
Then will the Peat Bog Soldiers March no more with their spades to the bog Dann sind die Moorsoldaten Nicht vergeht dem spaten ins Moor
