When they lock me up in a
station, you wait till i got
probation, paid bail with no
hesitation, we fought but no
vexation, 'dis tings not all
penetration, long time but
no agitation, wouldn't think
I'd be in this situation, me
and you perfect formation
in the summer time when all the tree and leaves are green and the red bird sings, you dont want my love.
In the Summer time
When the weather is fine
In the summertime when the weather is hot
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather's fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find
If her daddy's rich take her out for a meal
If her daddy's poor just do what you feel
Speed along the lane
Do a ton or a ton an' twenty-five
When the sun goes down
You can make it, make it good in a lay-by
We're no threat, people
We're not dirty, we're not mean
We love everybody but we do as we please
When the weather's fine
We go fishin' or go swimmin' in the sea
We're always happy
Life's for livin' yeah, that's our philosophy
Sing along with us
Dee dee dee-dee dee
Dah dah dah-dah dah
Yeah we're hap-happy
Dah dah-dah
Dee-dah-do dee-dah-do dah-do-dah
Dah-do-dah-dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah do-dah-dah
Mungo Jerry...In Stereo!!!
Summer time
An' the livin's easy
The fish are jumpin'
An the cotton is high
Your Daddy's rich
An' your Mamma's good lookin'
So, hush little darlin'
Don't you cry . . .
Mock (yeah)
ing (yeah)
bird (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
Mockin'bird, now
Everybody have you heard
He's gonna buy me a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't sing
He's gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won't shine
He's gonna surely break this heart of mine
And that's why I keep on tellin' everybody
Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh
Hear me now and understand
He's gonna find me some piece of mind
And if that piece of mind won't stay
I'm gonna find myself a better way
And if that better way ain't so
I'll ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that's why I keep on shoutin' in your ear
Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh
Carly Simon
ALL TOGETHER NOW!!!
In the good old summertime, in the good old summertime.
Strolling through the shady lanes with your baby mine.
You hold her hand, and she holds yours,
and that's a very good sign.
That she's your tootsie-wootsie,
in the good old summertime.
Yeh, you've got that something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll feel that something
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.
So put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb...
Babe, I've got you, babe...
Look, look, look to the rainbow.
Follow it over the hills and dales.
Look, look, look to the rainbow.
Follow the fellow
Who follows
A dream.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
...
Someday we'll find it
The rainbow connection
for lovers and dreamers and me.
-K. Frog
Some day
Some way
You'll realize that you've been blind
Yes darling
You'll pass my way again
It's just a matter of time - Brook Benton
Time is on my side, yes it is
Time is on my side, yes it is
Now you always say
That you want to be free
But you'll come running back (said you would baby)
You'll come running back (I said so many times before)
You'll come running back to me
The Rolling Stones
I'M FREE- I'm free,
And freedom tastes of reality,
I'm free-I'm free,
AN' I'm waiting for you to follow me.
If I told you what it takes
to reach the highest high,
You'd laugh and say 'nothing's that simple'
But you've been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
And no one had the guts to leave the temple!
I'm free-I'm free
And freedom tastes of reality
I'm free-I'm free
And I'm waiting for you to follow me.
--The Who
They showed me to the door
They said don't come back no more
And I don't feel they'd like me to
So I walk out on my own
A thousand miles from home
But I don't feel alone
Because I believe in you
Don't they know it's the end of the world
It ended when you said good bye
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
