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Will you have whiskey with your water
Or sugar with your tea?
What are these crazy questions
That they're asking of me?
This is the wildest party that there ever could be
Oh, don't turn on the light 'cause I don't want to see
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
Mama said, "That ain't no way to have fun"
Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think I'm almost choking on the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you're smoking 'bout to scare me half to death
Open up the window, let me catch my breath
The radio is blasting, someone's beating on the door
Our hostess is not lasting - she's out on the floor
I seen so many things here I ain't never seen before
I don't know what it is - but I don't wanna see no more
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
Mama said, "That ain't no way to have fun"
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What can you do to amuse me
Now that there's nothing to do
The TV set's busted and can't get a picture
The radio plays nothing but news
Why don't you tickle me
Gee whiz won't that be fine
What a great idea
What a perfect way to kill some time
Can't stop to think 'cause if we do we'll lose our mind
Why don't you tickle me
Don't we have fun every minute
Oh what a gay life we lead
One chocolate milkshake with two straws stuck in it
What else does anyone need
Why don't you tickle me
There's nothing else to do
You won't have to talk to me
And I won't have to talk to you
When we're done I'll think of something else to do
Why don't you tickle me
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I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
When your nights are troubled
And you're all alone
When you're feeling down
And need some sympathy
And there's no one else around
To keep you company
Remember, baby,
You can always count on me
I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
Wherever you may wander
And wherever you may roam
You come back
I'll be waiting here for you
No one else will ever love you
The way I do
I'll be here to comfort you
And see you through
I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home
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Home again and the streets are not much cleaner
And the quaint old south side scenery
Is quaint no more
Just older than before
Go up the stairs and down the hallway
To my daddy's door
Your son is home, Dad, and he's found a girl
And she's the greatest girl in all the world
I think you'll like her, Dad, I hope you do
But if you don't that's alright, too
What's new? Do you still work at the drugstore?
Is that true? Still polishing the same floor?
I missed my good old Dad
My but I'm glad to see you
Come and see us, Poppa, when you can
There'll always be a place for my old man
Just drop by when it's convenient to
Be sure and call before you do
So long Dad
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Last night I had a dream
You were in it, I was in it with you
Everyone that I knew
And everyone that you know was in my dream
I saw a vampire
I saw a ghost
Everybody scared me but you sacred me the most
In the dream I had last night
In the dream I had last night
In my dream
It started out in a barnyard at sundown
And everyone was laughing and you were lying on the ground
You said, "Honey, can you tell me what you name is?"
"Honey, can you tell me what your name is?"
I said, "You know what my name is."
Last night I had a dream
You were in it, I was in it with you
Everyone that I knew
And everyone that you know was in my dream
I saw a vampire
I saw a ghost
Everybody scared me but you sacred me the most
In the dream I had last night
In the dream I had last night
In my dream
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Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend
Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
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Don't send me no young girl to love me
With their eyes shinin' bright
All the young girls are afraid of me
Send me a woman tonight
Don't send me no hand-holdin' baby
'Cause I been with babies before
Don't send me nobody that's crazy
Don't send me no young girls no more
I was entertaining a little girl in my rooms, Lord
With California wines and French parfumes, Lord
She started to talk to me about the War, Lord
I said, "I don't want to talk about the War."
Don't send me nobody with glasses
Dont't want nobody above me
Don't send nobody takin' night-classes
Send me somebody to love me
Please answer my prayer
Please answer my prayer
Please answer my prayer
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Maybe I'm doing it wrong
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
Just don't move me the way that it should
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
There ain't no book you can read
There ain't nobody to tell you
But I don't think I'm getting
What everyone's getting
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
Sometimes I throw off a good one
Least I think it is
No, I know it is
I shouldn't be thinking at all
I shouldn't be thinking at all
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
Just don't move me the way that it should
Maybe I'm doing it wrong
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Very far away in a foreign land
Live the yellow woman and the yellow man
He's been around for many-a-year
They say they were there before we were here
Eatin' rice all day
While the children play
You see he believes
In the family
Just like you and me
Oh, yellow man, oh, yellow man
We understand, you know we understand
He keeps his money tight in his hand
With his yellow woman he's a yellow man
Got to have a yellow woman
When you're a yellow man
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Turpentine and dandylion wine
I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine
I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher until I'm dead
Sister Sue she's short and stout
But she didn't grow up, she grew out
Mama says she's plain, but she's just bein' kind
Papa says she's pretty, but he's almost blind
They don't let her out much, except at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm alright
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentuky home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Brother Gene he's big and mean
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whooped each day
But now she's gona away
Got drunk last night kicked Mama down the stair
But I'm alright so I don't care
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentuky home
Keep them hard times away from my door
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Cold gray buildings where a hill should be
Steel and concrete closin' in on me
City faces haunt the places
I used to roam
Cowboy, cowboy - can't run, can't hide
Too late to fight now - too tired to try
Wind that once blew free
Now scatters dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy - can't run, can't hide
Too late to fight now - too tired to try
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I've been his friend since we were little babies
I was a comfort to his mother and a pal to his dad
Before they passed away they said,
"Please take care of our Davy
You may be the only friend he ever will have"
Davy the fat boy, Davy the fat boy
Isn't he round? Isn't he round?
What do he weigh folks?
Can you guess what he weigh?
It's only a quarter
Win a teddy bear for the girlfriend
Or something for the wife
You got to let this fat boy in your life
I think we can persuade him to do
The famous fat boy dance for you
Give me half a chance
I just know you'll like my fat boy's dance
Davy the fat boy, Davy the fat boy
Isn't he
Isn't he round?
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I've been around the world
Had my pick of any girl
You'd think I'd be happy
But I'm not
Ev'rybody knows my name
But it's just a crazy game
Oh, it's lonely at the top
Listen to the band, they're playing just for me
Listen to the people paying just for me
All the applause-all the parades
And all the money I have made
Oh, it's lonely at the top
Listen all you fools out there
Go on and love me-I don't care
Oh, it's lonely at the top
Oh, it's lonely at the top
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