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1 March, 2008 at 7:33 pm #139512
the great peggy lee from lady and the tramp
I’ve wined and dined on Mulligan Stew, and never wished for Turkey
As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque
Alas, I missed the Beaux Arts Ball, and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad (Coward)
But social circles spin too fast for me
My “hobohemia” is the place to beI get too hungry, for dinner at eight
I like the theater, but never come late
I never bother, with people I hate
That’s why the lady is a trampI don’t like crap games, with barons and earls
Won’t go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won’t dish the dirt, with the rest of the girls
That’s why the lady is a trampI like the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
I’m broke, it’s o’k
Hate California, it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a trampI go to Coney, the beach is divine
I go to ballgames, the bleachers are fine
I follow Winchell, and read every line
That’s why the lady is a trampI like a prizefight, that isn’t a fake
I love the rowing, on Central Park lake
I go to Opera and stay wide awake
That’s why the lady is a trampI like the green grass under my shoes
What can I lose, I’m flat, that’s that
I’m alone when I lower my lamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp2 March, 2008 at 6:41 pm #139513this ones for the very sexy sgt pepper :wink: 8)
I know someday I’ll go back again to Ireland
If my dear old wife would only pass away
She nearly has my heart broke with her nagging
She’s got a mouth as big as Galway BaySee her drinking sixteen pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea were beer instead of salty water
She would live and die in Galway BaySee her drinking sixteen pints at Pat Joe Murphy’s
And the barman says, “I think it’s time to go.”
And she did not try to speak to him in Gaelic
A language that the clergy do not knowOn her back she has tattoed a map of Ireland
And when she takes her bath on Saturday
She rubs the Sunlight soap around by Claddagh
Just to watch the suds run down by Galway Bay!2 March, 2008 at 8:10 pm #139514and for sgt …….how could i ferget this one me mum used to sing it a lot lol (yup after one or 2 makesons)
Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired
Temporarily lazy and permanently tired
A leg at every corner balancing his head
And a tail to let you know which end he wanted to be fed
Riley slyly said we’ve underrated it, why not train it, then they took a rag
They rubbed it, scrubbed it, they oiled and embrocated it
Got it at the post and when the starter dropped the flag
There was Riley pushin’ it, shovin’ it, shushin’ it
Hogan, Logan and everyone in town
Lined up, attackin’ it and shovin’ it and smackin’ it
They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down
The donkey was eyein’ them, openly defyin’ them
Winkin’, blinkin’ and twistin’ out of place
Riley reversin’ it, everybody cursin’ it
The day Delaney’s donkey ran the halfmile raceThe muscles of the mighty never known to flinch
They couldn’t move the donkey a quarter of an inch
Delaney lay exhausted, hangin’ round his throat
With a grip just like a Scotsman on the five pound note
Starter, Carter, he lined up with the rest of them
When it saw them, it was willin’ then
It raced up, braced up, ready for the best of them
They started off to cheer it but it changed its mind again
And there was Riley pushin’ it, shovin’ it, shushin’ it
Hogan, Logan and Mary Ann Macgraw
She started pokin’ it an’ grabbin’ it an’ chokin’ it
It kicked her in the bustle and it laughed hee-hah
The whigs and conservatives, the radical superlatives
Liberals and tories, they hurried to the place
Stood there in unity, helpin’ the community
The day Delaney’s donkey ran the halfmile race2 March, 2008 at 8:47 pm #139515A hank Williams song also covered by Norah Jones
I tried so hard my dear to show that youre my every dream.
Yet youre afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heartAnother love before my time made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now for things I didnt do
In anger unkind words are said that make the teardrops start
Why cant I free your doubtful mind,and melt your cold cold heartYoull never know how much it hurts to see you sat and cry
You know you need and want my love yet youre afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from lies,to try it just aint smart
Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heartThere was a time when I believed that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you,the more we drift apart
Why cant I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart2 March, 2008 at 9:11 pm #139516Come with me
And you’ll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you’ll see
Into your imaginationWe’ll begin
With a spin
Traveling in
The world of my creation
What we’ll see
Will defy
ExplanationIf you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To itThere is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly wish to beIf you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To itThere is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly
Wish to bePure imagination ~ Willy Wonka
2 March, 2008 at 9:12 pm #139517Now you say you’re lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over youNow you say you’re sorry
For bein’ so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over youYou drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over youI cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over youCry me a river ~ Julie London
2 March, 2008 at 9:19 pm #139518@sharongooner wrote:
Come with me
And you’ll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you’ll see
Into your imaginationWe’ll begin
With a spin
Traveling in
The world of my creation
What we’ll see
Will defy
ExplanationIf you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To itThere is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly wish to beIf you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To itThere is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly
Wish to bePure imagination ~ Willy Wonka
i love that film sharon lol ……..spose that says it all ay lol xxxx
2 March, 2008 at 9:27 pm #139519I think there is a child in all of us Cath, :wink: that song brings mine out of me x
2 March, 2008 at 9:37 pm #139520@sharongooner wrote:
I think there is a child in all of us Cath, :wink: that song brings mine out of me x
theres always been a child here ,
she lives deep within my soul,
she refuses to join this grown up world,
and refuses to get old!!
she sees the wonderment in a sky full of stars,
rejoices when winters done,
when the world awakens with colour once again,
yes my child still lives within. :wink: :wink:2 March, 2008 at 10:28 pm #139521Maybe far away,
Or maybe real near by.
He may be pouring her coffee.
She may be straightening his tie.
Maybe in a house,
All hidden by a hill.
She’s sitting playin’ piano.
He’s sitting payin’ a bill.Betcha’ they’re young.
Betcha’ they’re smart.
Bet they collect things like ash trays and art.
Betcha’ they’re good.
Why shouldn’t they be?
Their one mistake was giving up me…..So…..maybe now its time
And maybe when I wake
They’ll be there calling me baby
Maybe…..Betcha’ he reads.
Betcha’ she sews.
Maybe she’s made me a closet of clothes.
Maybe they’re strict,
As straight as a line.
Don’t really care as long as they’re mine…..So…..maybe now this prayer’s,
The last one of its kind
Won’t you please, come get your baby?Maybe…..
from “Annie”
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