rainbow rollercoaster
what if the rainbow was a rollercoaster
& all the babies got to ride in the sky?
would you believe that the angels were closer
& little baby jesus lit up the stars in the sky?
up in the heavens over lawrence kanasas,
down in the valley, yeah, the valley so wide,
the monkey sings & the monkey dances
we're taking our chances on the 4th of july
hey! ho! we!
we gotta go child!
elizabeth taylor & sophia loren
they had to get while the getting was good
who'd have believed there'd be something so boring
as old uncle elmer just a-knockin on wood
i really really wanta rock like i'm robbing
from the rich just to give to the poor yeah
i wanta sing like ethel merman
over the hills boys, she's back for more
hey! ho! we!
we gotta go child!
hey! ho! we!
we gotta go yall!
what if the rainbow was a rollercoaster?
what if the babies got to ride in the sky?
would you believe that the angels were closer
& little baby jesus lit up the stars in the sky?
cross-eyed john
i said he aint got a brain, lord, he aint got a brain
you know that cross-eyed john aint got no brain
& if he makes a sound, that boy'll be richmond bound
you know that cross eyed john ain’t got no brain
i said he's walkin’, talkin’, balkin’ all god's children home
you know he ain’t got no brain ain’t got no brain
& if he makes a sound, that boy'll be richmond bound
you know that cross eyed john ain’t got no brain
dont talk of happiness
his heart has been remiss
he keeps saying a lie all day
from cleveland down to dallas
it's a trail of stupid malice
walking talking fat-head cant be framed.
mr. schuerholz on the cellphone got an earful
foghorn leghorn say that
'he ain’t got no brain, ain’t got no brain!'
& if he's charred & burning, lord you'd hope that he'd start learnin’
but walkin’ talkin’ fat-head cant be framed
dont talk of happiness
his heart has been remiss
he keeps saying a lie all day
from cleveland down to dallas
it's a trail of stupid malice
walkin’, talkin’ fat-head cant be framed.
dont talk of happiness
his heart has been remiss
he keeps saying a lie all day
from cleveland down to dallas
it's a trail of stupid malice
walkin’ talkin’ fat-head cant be framed.
i said he ain’t got a brain, lord, he ain’t got a brain
you know that cross-eyed john ain’t got no brain
& if he makes a sound, that boy'll be richmond bound
you know that cross eyed john ain’t got no brain
buck o’neil & fleetwood walker
satchell paige's traveling all-stars
shadow ball
the kc hall
cool papa bell
home-run johnson woulda lost one
turkey stearns & judy johnson
jackie robinson rose over all
billie weir’s dress
billlie weir's dress
of white illusion
tulle completely covers the sofa
in mrs. wilson's cozy cottage
on the west end of birmingham
years before vietnam
outside the vfw hall
they'll be throwing rice
the hendersons from hoover
giving bad advice
everyone is smiling
no one's yet to blame
swollen baptist faces
give praise in jesus' name
they'll be dancing in the clouds
twirling in a shroud
laughing out loud
daddy's so proud
everyone is smiling
no one's yet to blame
swollen baptist faces
give praise in jesus' name
they'll be dancing in the clouds
twirling in a shroud
laughing out loud
daddy's so proud
billlie weir's dress
of white illusion
tulle completely
covers the sofa
casper (by daniel johnston)
he was smiling through his own personal hell
dropped his last dime down a wishing well
but he was hoping too close
and then he fell
now he’s casper the friendly ghost
he was always polite to the people who’d tell him
that he was nothing but a lazy bum
but goodbye to them he had to go
now he’s casper the friendly ghost
la la la la la....
nobody treated him nice
while he was alive
you can’t buy no respect
like the librarian said
but everybody respects the dead
they love the friendly ghost
la la la la...
we’ll never forget
what he learned us
we were mean to him
but he never burnt us
and love lives forever
thanks to you – the friendly ghost
la la la...
cameron
there's a little girl you know
and she's always such good show
yes...her name is little cameron.
and of all the girls you'll meet
she's the one with big old feet
yes her name is little cam--oh little one...
oh...how her eyes
shine like jewels
up in the sky
she'll be there some fair july
for thee
let it blossom
let it grow
hold your tongue &
wipe your nose
yes they cant hurt little cameron
they can blow up all new york
call our president a dork
still they cant touch little cameron
oh...how her eyes
shine like jewels
up in the sky
she'll be there some fair july
for thee
candy apples
If you do and if you don’t
i don’t wanna see you cry
if you will and if you won’t
cuddle up and say good nite
if you hurt cause some boy’s a jerk
i don’t wanna see you cry
and if some guy wants to sell you the sky
i don’t wanna see you buy
candyapolis...
growing up on the ridge
if yo daddy gonna buy you a bike
make you feel good and fine
but if he decides to teach you to ride
you better go run and hide
candyapolis...
growing up on the ridge
binky bean counter got a bowl of clam chowder
saying money doesn’t grow on trees
but the fishies in the chowder
wish that he would take a powder
saying there’s more to life than just them beans
candyapolis...
growing up on the ridge
snow day
it's a snow day,
hallelujah it's a snow day
& you don’t have to go
i got trix up in my sleeves
tomato soup & cheese
thank ya mister please
i'm staying home
and i open up the door
cuz i want to see some more
mama yells
'heaven's bells!
you’re gonna let in the cold!'
it's a snow day....
i got trix up in my sleeves
tomato soup & cheese
thank ya mister please
i'm a-staying home!
and when the sleigh is in the air
i find it hard to care
i got a smile
face in a pile
up to my knees
it's a snow day....
baby saves the world
they say that a baby is gonna save the world
they say that a baby is gonna save the world
and oh, if you ask me
i’m just the baby
the baby for the job
saying that satan, satan is a bear
saying that satan, satan is a bear
and oh, if you can hear me
the devil’s sleeping near me
and chappy is his name...
anabel says
anabel says
she hates the monsters
with their dripping red teeth
and their bad taste in clothes
why do they spend
their nights in my closet?
when there's other scary monsters
they spend their days up in the town
anabel says, she'd like to be one
of those queens of the highway
with her thumb up in the air
gypsies & clowns
lay-freaks of the circus
atlantis is bound to resurface someday.
anabel says...anabel says...
all of the monsters
they spend their days up in the town
anabel's tired & it's time for sleep now
she puts on a brave face
switches on her donald duck night light and...
the monster looks out
from his place in the closet
sending his thoughts
for the sweetest of honeysuckle dreams, and
anabel says...anabel says..
all of the monsters
they spend their days up in the town
october lullaby
oh the little baby
she is such a baby
she’s a little baby
she’s a little baby pants…
in the morning early
don’t be in big hurry
see them as they scurry
like a squirrell-y to & fro…
the weeds, the weeds, the weeds are calling from the bluffs
the bluffs, the bluffs
send me back my baby she’s the light of autumn
send me back my baby in the cool mountain breeze
send me back my baby she’s the light of autumn
send me back my angel in the cool mountain breeze
no she don’t like fishing
she is only wishing
she could just be squishing
in her little baby bed.
though I have no money
baby is my honey
all my days are sunny
she’s a funny girl it’s true
the weeds, the weeds, the weeds are calling
from the bluffs...
send me back my baby she’s the light of autumn
send me back my baby in the cool mountain breeze
send me back my baby she’s the light of autumn
send me back my baby in the cool morning air
mockingbird
you and I have this special thing
we both know,
in the sky, clouds may come and go
but you and i will always find tomorrow
we can walk, together hand in hand
through the garden
the garden wet with rain
we can travel anywhere-- together
birds of prey
pray for me tonight
in the day
everything’s alright
it’s ok--we’ll always stay together
mockingbird,
mockingbird wish me luck
everything tomorrow...