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Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio Did you try to read the writing on the wall Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before It's like Deja Vu all over again Day by day I hear the voices rising Started with a whisper like it did before Day by Day we count the dead and dying Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before It's like Deja Vu all over again One by one I see the old ghosts rising Stumblin' 'cross Big Muddy Where the light gets dim Day after day another Momma's crying She's lost her precious child To a war that has no end Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio Did you stop to read the writing at The Wall Did that voice inside you say I've seen this all before It's like Deja Vu all over again It's like Deja Vu all over again ////// ////// ////// ////// |
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Well here she comes again
She's a-lookin' for me Better make my move Better head out to the high seas If she gets me in her sights I'll be workin' all day No time to take a snooze Or watch the football game She got the radar workin' Workin' overtime She got the radar workin' Torpedoes at 12 o'clock high Well I can't go to Vegas And I can't go to town But could I maybe go to Freddie's, You know, to lay some money down? But, it's a-maybe do this And it's a-maybe do that Uh by time I get to doin' You know she's breakin' my back She go the radar workin' Workin' overtime She got the radar workin' Torpedoes at 12 o'clock high - Incoming! Look out there! Ah, duck your head, duck your head! Watch out, watch out! I'm just mindin' my own business Don't mean nobody no harm Ah but here she comes again now Ta-twista-twisin' my arm She got the radar workin' Workin' overtime She got the radar workin' Torpedoes at 12 o'clock high She got the radar workin' Workin' overtime She got the radar workin' Torpedoes at 12 o'clock high "Oh Oh, there's a chickenmunk!" |
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[Chorus:]
Honey do this Honey do that Work all day in The Honey Do Patch Woman oh woman What's a-wrong with you I can't get away from The Honey Do Well way back in history About a half million years Back in the cradle of civilized fear Saturday morning the cave man's wife First spoke the words to make a grown man cry [Chorus] Well the weekend's here And it's time to relax Kick up my feet in the shade out back But i must-a been thinking About some other guy 'couse here comes The Warden With a look in her eye [Chorus] Well I dreamed I died And went up to heaven No more weedin', mashin' and shovelin' I'm standing in line at the old Pearly Gates Up steps the woman And hands me a rake [Chorus] What's that? Yes dear Alright honey |
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Rhubarb Pie
Rhubarb Pie It might rain tomorrow Better get some before I die Rhubarb Pie Rhubarb Pie It might rain tomorrow Better get some before I die Save your lemons Get 'em up in the tree Save your peaches They really don't get to me Talk about somethin' sure gonna make me shout Go on get some rhubarb pie That's what it's all about Rhubarb Pie Rhubarb Pie It might rain tomorrow Better get some before I die Hey little mamma come I walk with you Got a hole in my pocket Another one in my shoe Pies in the kitchen settin' out the window sill Talk about make my eyes bug out Lord they surely will Rhubarb Pie Rhubarb Pie It might rain tomorrow Better get some before I die Hey little mamma come I walk you home Ain't had no lovin' since my use-ta gal been gone Come on in my kitchen Lord I wish you would Roll my eyes and shut my mouth This rhubarb sure is good Rhubarb Pie Rhubarb Pie It might rain tomorrow Better get some before I die |
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Well way down yonder
In the deep blue holler Yeah way back in the swamp Where the snakes go crawlin' Shriveled old lady With a tombstone mouth Scarin' up trouble At the haunted house [Chorus] Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick Everybody 'fraid Of the wicked old witch When sun goes down And moon gets high You can hear her cacklin' Out in the night Well-a sinners and gamblers And gunslingers too Everybody scatters when the witch Comes through [Chorus] Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick Everybody 'fraid Of the wicked old witch Saturday night And the wind begins to howl You can bet that old swamp witch Is out on the prowl Creatures and goblins, spooks all around Making their way up the road into town [Chorus] Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick Everybody 'fraid Of the wicked old witch |
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In the garden of the moon
In the garden of the sun In the temple of the ages There sits the ancient one With a smile on his face And a twinkle in his eye Got a secret in his heart He's got a plan big as the sky [Chorus] In the garden In the garden In the garden In the garden Said the children of the moon To the children of the night We are seekers of the ancient We are seekers of the light We have journeyed from forever From our home behind the sun We have journeyed from tomorrow To find the door; the ancient one [Chorus] In the garden In the garden In the garden In the garden ... |
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