I'd like to be
Under the sea
In an octopuss's garden
In the shade
IN THE SHADE of the old apple tree...
Don't sit under the apple tree
With anyone else but me
When I come marching home
When Johnny comes MARCHING HOME again
Hurrah, Hurrah
We'll give him a heary welcome then
Hurrah, Hurrah
Oh the girls will sing
And the boys will shout...
OH THE foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreaming
Thanks Edgar; I like it a lot too.
Who WILL RISE?
It would be so nice to hear you say
"Thank you for the good times"
Before the good times fly away
Your eyes
Are telling lies
Some of the stories on the way
But it's so nice
But don't let the good times fly away
Thank you for being a friend
Travelled down the road and back again
You got concrete eyes
And I cannot see your face
And I failed in life
Cause you crushed me with your hands
And you put my brain in overload
I can't change gears
I cannot see THE ROAD.
SEE THE Pyramids Along the Nile
Watch the sun rise
On a tropic isle J
ust remember darling
All the while You belong to me... ...
Sun arise
Drive away the darkness
Spreading the light all around
And either way you turn, I'll be there
Open up your skull, I'll be there
Climbing up the walls
It's always best when THE LIGHT is off
It's always better on the outside
I like the WAY YOU move
I like the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.
I love the waaaay you move
I love the waaaay you move (Whoo-o-o!)
I love the waaaay you move
I love the way, I love the way.
Outkast
The way you did me pretty baby
I declare
I'll never understand
I gambled on your love baby
Hey hey and got a losing hand
THE WAY you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
Can't live
Can't take anymore
Can't live
If living is without you.
Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumping
And the cotton is high
Hey shout, SUMMERTIME blues,
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey kids rock and roll, rock on
And where do we go from here?
Which is the way that's clear
(I know this is just one word, summertime, but it IS a compound word so I'm hoping it counts.)
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
But there aint no cure for the summertime blues
SOMETIMES I don't like myself
And it's making me sad
Sometimes I don't want to go to
Where we first met
