People: O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street, Oh please let it be for me! O-ho the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street, I
busted my what-you-may-call-it I could lie on your floor 'Till my body had turned to carrion....Madam Librarian. Now in the moonlight, a man could sing
there was you. There were birds in the sky But I never saw them winging No, I never saw them at all Till there was you. And there was music, And there
Till there was you. There were birds in the sky But I never saw them winging No, I never saw them at all Till there was you. And there was music, And
Marian: Mama, a man with a suitcase followed me home. Mrs. Paroo: Oh--Who? Marian: I never saw him before. Mrs. Paroo: Did he say anythin'? Marian
Quartet: How can there be any sin in sincere Where is the good in goodbye? Your apprehensions confuse me dear Puzzle and mystify (Mystify) Tell me what
Harold: Seventy-six trombones led the big parade With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand. They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo
Sen-Sen. One fine night, they leave the pool hall, Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry! Libertine men and Scarlet women! And Rag-time, shameless music
Marian: Dream of now, dream of then. Dream of a love song that might have been. Do I love you? Oh, yes, I love you. And I'll bravely tell you But only
Harold: No wide-eyed, eager, Wholesome innocent Sunday school teacher for me. That kinda girl spins webs no spider ever-- Listen, boy-- A girl who trades
Here's the magnificent Funkey Mama) How can I make you dance some more (TR) That's what I came here for Feel your blue flows like water The man behind the music
your song sweet music man 'Cos I won't be there to hold your hand like I used to I'm through with you You're a hell of a singer and a powerful man But
You must retreat now I just can't talk anymore Your words make me empty inside There's nothin' left of you Time seems to change The thoughts I have for
your dreams. I'm gonna wash that man right out of your hair I'm gonna wash that man right out of your hair I'm gonna wash that man right out of your
CHORUS: Music man play your song for me Music man fill my soul Music man play a melody Music man take control I listen to you play your heartaches I
' man Don't fool around with any ol' ramblin' man Well, up in Chicago I was known as "Quiet Boy", yes I was Down in Alabama They call me "The man of
twisted little man Heaven Help me I know what I am Heaven Help me I know what I am Wont you lend a hand to this twisted little man The sweetest song