I live in a jingle jangle jungle If you ain't got it you can't be Fightin' over crumbs Wait till payday comes Gettin' green
She was afraid to come out of the locker she was as nervous as she could be she was afraid to come out of the locker she was afraid that somebody would
Up a lazy river by the old mill run Lazy river in the noonday sun Linger awhile in the shade of a tree Throw away your troubles dream with me Up a lazy
I cannot make it, girl, through the day Ah babe, but I can see the wind I cannot seem to make my way Ah babe, but I can see the wind
Jailer, bring me water Jailer, bring me water Jailer, bring me water My throat is kind-a dry. Well, I never had me no money
I?m a lonesome polecat, lonesome, sad and blue 'Cause I ain?t got no feminine polecat Vowin? to be true Can?t make no vow to a herd of cows I?m a mean
(Darin/Newman) T.M. Music Ltd. c. 1964 All Rights Reserved Look at me This at least you owe me Just a glance to show me That you really care Look at
Bobby: Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi? Johnny: No, man, but I sure would like to visit down there. Bobby:
I lost the love I needed The love to make me strong I left the love, I needed How could I be so wrong? If I were only granted The right to start anew
More than the greatest love the world has known This is the love that I give to you alone More than the simple words I try to say I only live to love
Now here's the story 'bout Minnie the Moocher She was a lowdown hoochie coocher She was the roughest and the toughest frail But Minnie had a heart as
Wettin' it down, boss Wet it down Wipin' it off, boss Wipe it off Doin' ten to twenty hard Swingin' twelve pounds in the yard Every day Every day I
Once upon a time A girl with moonlight in her eyes Put her hand in mine And said she loved me so But that was once upon a time And oh, so long ago Once
When you see a gentleman bee Round a lady bee buzzin' Just count to ten then count again There's sure to be an even dozen A multiplication That's the
Alone in the world, was poor little Anne As sweet a young child as you'd find Her parents had gone, to their final reward Leavin' their baby behind.
Well, you can talk about your Julie and your Peggy Sue You can keep your miss Molly and your Mary Lou When it comes to the chicken or doin' the bop? I
How do you kill a mountain How do you make it fall Well you chip away Every day And soon the clay Will fade away
Sunday Where has what you stood for gone Sunday Have you been asleep You say keep the faith but there's no faith