The current song


#1781

Whenever life gets you down Mrs. Brown
And things seem hard or tough
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft
And you feel that you’ve had quite enough…

Just, remember that you’re standing on a planet that’s evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour
That’s orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it’s reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power

The sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm at forty thousand miles an hour
Of the galaxy we call the Milky Way

Our galaxy itself, contains a hundred billion stars
It’s a hundred thousand light years side-to-side
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick
But out by us its just three thousand light years wide

We’re thirty thousand light years from galactic central point
We go round every two hundred million years
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whiz
As fast as it can go, the speed of light you know
Twelve million miles a minute and that’s the fastest speed there is

So remember when you’re feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there’s intelligent life somewhere up in space
Cause there’s bugger-all down here on Earth


#1782

If I could, I’d be your little spoon
And kiss your fingers forevermore
But, big spoon, you have so much to do
And I have nothing ahead of me
You’re the sun, you’ve never seen the night
But you hear its song from the morning birds
Well I’m not the moon, I’m not even a star
But awake at night I’ll be singing to the birds

Don’t wait for me, I can’t come

Your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I think I do
And you’re an all-American boy
I guess I couldn’t help trying to be your best American girl

You’re the one
You’re all I ever wanted
I think I’ll regret this

Your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I finally do
And you’re an all-American boy
I guess I couldn’t help trying to be the best American girl
Your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I think I do


#1783

Say hey, good lookin’ - what ya got cookin’?
How’s about cooking somethin’ up with me?
Hey, sweet baby - don’t you think maybe
We can find us a brand new recipe?

I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill
There’s soda pop and the dancing’s free
So if you wanna have fun, come along with me

Say hey, good lookin’ - what ya got cookin’?
How’s about cooking somethin’ up with me?

I’m free and ready, so we can go steady.
How’s about saving all your time for me?
No more lookin’ - I know I been tookin’
Hows about keepin’ steady company?

I’m gonna throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I’ll keep it till it’s covered with age
Cause I’m writin’ your name down on every page

Say hey, good lookin’ - what ya got cookin’?
How’s about cooking somethin’ up with me?


#1784

See the strange boy keeping to the shadows
He’s a very good friend of mine
I’ve seen you running from the ladies
Don’t tell me you’re not that kind
I’ve got the time if you’ve got the money
Mister you’ll be pleased you’ll see
We’ll meet by the tubeway as the screamer cries eleven
And you can have your way with me
You’re gonna make me feel so cold
See my one love talking to the pretty boy
I never did like her taste
My skin is rubber on a skeletal body
I’m physically going to waste
Feel my eyes and the tongue of a killer
I’m a humanoid logic machine
Don’t touch me with your painted little fingers
'Cause I know where they’ve been
You’re not gonna put those scabs on me
I must hide from a thousand grinning faces
All sucking from my crazy mind
Take a ride out in my imagery of ages
And heaven knows what you will find
I’ve no time for the chitter-chatter ladies
I’m so busy trying to break this wall
Hear my words 'cause emotion now is leaving
You see I’m really not a human at all
And I don’t think I want to stay


#1785

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you’ll buy your pint cup!
and surely I’ll buy mine!
And we’ll take a cup-o-kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.


#1786

Guess I got what I deserve
Kept you waiting there, too long my love
All that time, without a word
Didn’t know you’d think, that I’d forget, or I’d regret
The special love I have for you, my Baby Blue

All the days became so long
Did you really think, I’d do you wrong
Dixie, when I let you go
Thought you’d realize, that I would know, I would show
The special love I have for you, my Baby Blue

What can I do, what can I say
Except that I want you by my side
How can I show, you, show me a way
Don’t you know, the times I tried
Guess that’s all I have to say
Except the feeling just gets stronger, everyday
Just one thing, before I go

Take good care, baby, let me know, let it grow
The special love, you have for me, my Dixie dear


#1787

Take the last train to Clarksville
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be there by four-thirty
'Cause I’ve made your reservation, don’t be slow
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

'Cause I’m leaving in the morning
And I must see you again
We’ll have one more night together
Till the morning brings my train and I must go
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home

Take the last train to Clarksville
I’ll be waiting at the station
We’ll have time for coffee-flavored kisses
And a bit of conversation
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

Take the last train to Clarksville
Now I must hang up the phone
I can’t hear you in this noisy railroad station all alone
I’m feeling low
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home

Oh

Take the last train to Clarksville
And I’ll meet you at the station
You can be here by four-thirty
'Cause I’ve made your reservation, don’t be slow
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no

And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home
Take the last train to Clarksville
Take the last train to Clarksville
Take the last train to Clarksville
Take the last train to Clarksville