I said they call it Stormy Monday But I said Tuesday's just as bad. I said they call it Stormy Monday Tuesday is just as bad. Wednesday's full of
I have to call you up. Think I've seen a vision of rhythm in gold. No cat could ever move that way. No puss would dare to be so bold. Must tell the
Too many drivers in too many cars. Too many lost souls drinking in too many bars. Too many heroes stepping on too many toes. Too many yes-men nodding
Don't want to be a fat man, people would think that I was just good fun. Would rather be a thin man, I am so glad to go on being one. Too much to
Gonna lose my way tomorrow, gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, but you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see,
And ride with us young bonny lass with the angels of the night. Crack wind clatter flesh rein bite on an out-size unicorn. Rough-shod winging sky
My first and last time with you and we had some fun. went walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon
Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing. Walking on velvet green. Walking on velvet green. Distant
Keep it quiet. (Go slow.) Circulate. Need to know. Stamp the date upon your file masquerade, but well worth while. Wrapped in the warmth of you
Brain-storming habit-forming battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing spineless chilling lines --- the critics falling over to tell themselves he
Hello sun. Hello bird. Hello my lady. Hello breakfast. May I buy you again tomorrow?
The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame And the first Moths of summer suicidal came, suicidal came. And a new breeze chattered
Going back in the morning time to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. I know what I will find that she is wasting time, she could be picking
Salamander? born in the sun-kissed flame. Who was it lit your candle branded you with your name? I see you walking by my window in your Kensington
Lend me your ear while I call you a fool. You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood, and later insisted your feelings were true. The witch'
Walking through forests of palm tree apartments scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday eating
Tip-toes in silence `round my bed and quiets the raindrops overhead. With her everlasting smile She still my fever for a while. Oh, nursie dear,
You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream, can't hear your daddy's warning cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be, while in sweet