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Splish splash, I was taking a bath
Long about a Saturday night A rub dub, just relaxing in the tub Thinking everything was alright Well, I stepped out the tub, put my feet on the floor I wrapped the towel around me And I opened the door, and then Splish, splash! I jumped back in the bath Well how was I to know there was a party going on They was a-splishing and a-splashing, reelin' with the feelin' Moving and a-grooving, rocking and a-rolling, yeah Bing bang, I saw the whole gang Dancing on my living room rug, yeah Flip flop, they was doing the bop All the teens had the dancing bug There was Lollipop with-a Peggy Sue Good golly, Miss Molly was-a even there, too A-well-a, splish splash, I forgot about the bath I went and put my dancing shoes on, yeah I was a rolling and a-strolling, reeling with the feeling Moving and a-groovin', splishing and a-splashing, yeah Yes, I was a-splishing and a-splashing, I was a-rolling and a-strolling Yeah, I was a-moving and a-grooving, we was a-reeling with the feeling We was a-rolling and a-strolling, moving with the grooving Splish splash, yeah Yes, I was a-splishing and a-splashing I was a-splishing and a-splashing I was a-moving and a-grooving... |
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Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe And he keeps it, ah, out of sight Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe So there′s never, never a trace of red Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh Lies a body just oozin′ life, eek And someone′s sneakin′ ′round the corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife? There′s a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know Where a cement bag′s just a′drooppin′ on down Oh, that cement is just, it′s there for the weight, dear Five′ll get ya ten old Macky′s back in town Now d′ja hear ′bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe After drawin′ out all his hard-earned cash And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor Could it be our boy′s done somethin′ rash? Now Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Oh, the line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky′s back in town I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown Yes, that line forms on the right, babe Now that Macky′s back in town..... Look out, old Macky′s back!! |
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Woooo, Wo-o-oo-wo-wo, Wo-o-oo-wo-wo, Wo-o-oo-wo-wo
When the deep purple falls Over sleepy garden walls And the stars begin to twinkle in the night In the mist of a memory You wander all back to me Breathing my name with a sigh In the still of the night Once again I hold you tight Tho' you're gone your love lives on when light beams And as long as my heart will beat Sweet lover, we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams When the deep purple falls Over sleepy garden walls And the stars begin to twinkle In the night In the mist of a memory You wander all back to me Breathing my name with a sigh In the still of the night Once again I hold you tight Tho' you're gone your love lives on when moonlight beams And as long as my heart will beat Sweet lover, we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams And as long as my heart will beat Sweet lover, we'll always meet Here in my deep purple dreams Wo-o-oo-wo-wo, Wo-o-oo-wo-wo, Wo-o-oo-wo-wo ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PARISH, MITCHELL/DE ROSE, PETER <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, THE SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA</i> |
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The beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain. La de da de de, la de da de da. Charleston was once the rage, uh huh. History has turned the page, uh huh. The miniskirt's the current thing, uh huh. Tennybopper si our newborn king, uh huh. And the beat goes on, the beat goes on. Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain. La de da de de, la de da de da. The grocery store's the supermart, uh huh. Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh. And men still keep on marching off to war. Electrically they keep a baseball score. And the beat goes on, the beat goes on. Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain. La de da de de, la de da de da. Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss. The cars keep going faster all the time. Bums still cry 'Hey buddy, have you got a dime?' And the beat goes on, the beat goes on. Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain. La de da de de, la de da de da |
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There's something happening here
But what it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware I think it's time we stop Children, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? There's battle lines being drawn Nobody's right if everybody's wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind It's time we stop Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? What a field day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singing songs and carrying signs Mostly saying, "Hooray for our side" It's time we stop Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? Paranoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep It starts when you're always afraid Step out of line, the men come and take you away We better stop Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? Stop Hey, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? Stop Now, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? Stop Children, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? |
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Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along When they gathered around and started talkin' That's when Billy would take me walkin' Out through the back yard we'd go walkin' Then he'd look into my eyes Lord knows, to my surprise The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was Bein' good isn't always easy No matter how hard I try When he started sweet-talkin' to me He'd come'n tell me "Everything is all right" He'd kiss and tell me "Everything is all right" Can I get away again tonight? The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was (yes he was) How well I remember The look that was in his eyes Stealin' kisses from me on the sly Takin' time to make time Tellin' me that he's all mine Learnin' from each other's knowin' Lookin' to see how much we've grown and The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was (The only one who could ever reach me) He was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man (The only boy who could ever teach me) Was the son of a preacher man (The only one who could ever reach me) Was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man FADE |
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Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces |
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