Now down the road there lives a man I'd like you all to know,
He grew a big zucchini for the local flower show
And when the story got around they came from far and wide,
And when then saw what he had grown, everybody cried.....
Ooooh! What a beauty, I've never seen one as big as that before,
Oh Oh! What a beauty, it must be two foot long or even more.
And it's such a lovely color, so big, and round, and fat,
I've never seen a zucchini grow quite as big as that,
Oh Oh! What a beauty, I've never seen one as big as that before.
He was leaning on the garden gate the other day,
And beckoned to a lady who lives just across the way,
He took her down the garden path and showed it to her with pride,
And when she saw the size of it, the little lady sighed..
Ooooh! What a beauty, I've never seen one as big as that before,
Oh Oh! What a beauty, it must be two foot long or even more.
And it's such a lovely color, so big, and round, and fat,
I've never seen a zucchini grow quite as big as that,
Oh Oh! What a beauty, I've never seen one as big as that before.
Third verse, worse than the first!
And then the flower show was held and everybody went,
To see this huge zucchini, lying there inside the tent.
Soon the judges came along to give the prizes out,
And they only took one look at it and they began to shout,
Now what did they shout???"
OOOOOH! What a beauty, I've never seen one as big as that before,
Oh Oh! What a beauty, it must be two foot long or even more.
And it's such a lovely color, so big, and round, and fat,
I've never seen a zucchini grow quite as big as that,
Oh Oh! What a beauty, I've never seen one as big as that before.
Baby love, my baby love
I need you, oh how I need you
But all you do is treat me bad
Break my heart and leave me sad
Don't know what did I do wrong
To make you stay away so long
Baby love, oh baby love
I'm missing you, oh yes, missing you
Instead of breaking up
Let's do some kissin' and makin' up
Don't throw our love away
In my arms, why don't you stay
Need you (need you)
Need you (need you)
(do do do do)
(do do do do)
(do do do do)
(do do do do)
Need to hold you once again, my love
Feel your warm embrace, my love
Don't throw our love away
Please don't do me this way
Not happy like it used to be
Loneliness has got the best of me
My love, my baby love
I need you, oh how I need you
Why you do me like you do
After I've been chasing you
So deep in love with you
Baby, baby
It's hurtin' me, dear, it's hurtin' me
Oh oh oh oh, baby love
Don't throw our love away
Don't throw our love away.
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Catch you later, baby
I've got to split
I've got a habit I just can't quit
Catch you later, baby
I gotta split
I've got a habit I just can't quit
CHORUS:
Oh oh (oh oh)
It's biting my nails
Oh oh (oh oh)
It's biting my nails
Oh oh (oh oh)
It's biting my nails
Oh oh (oh oh).
A flake of snow on a silver spoon
A pretty woman and a big full moon
A handsome man with a diamond ring
How he wishes he had that thing
(Repeat Chorus)
He's got the fingers in her parted lips
He's got the hand up on her African hips
"Give me money for the dentist honey"
I've got a habit and it's all mine.
(Repeat Chorus)
Breakdown.
Ya ya, la la la la (doobie-dubba-dud-da-da)
Ya ya, la la la la (doobie-dubba-dud-da-da)
Ya ya, la la la la (doobie-dubba-dud-da-da)
Ya ya, la la la la (doobie-dubba-dud-da-da)...
Now if you're gonna see me biting my nails
You just tell my mama, yeah, she gonna spank me
Coz I don't want a bad habit, I don't like it, I don't want one
I'm gonna, I'm gonna...p-p-put it down
I'm gonna, I'm gonna...g-g-give it up, you'll see
(REPEAT CHORUS)
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Bird of Paradise
By: Carole Pope & Kevin Staples
My voluptuary bird of paradise,
I fold your wings
I won't think twice.
If the pleasures of the flesh could transcend
Then ecstasy would be my end.
Don't be contrite, let's take flight
I might not feel this open again.
Strutting peacock with azure plumes
Come into my cage, I mean my room.
Birds of a feather, flock together, yes they do, yes.
Birds of a feather, flock together, yes they do, yes.
It's intoxicating for me to fantize like this,
I'd rather be anywhere than this flea-bitten dive.
A funky motel room with a kleig light outside
A lincoln laying rubber, spraying gravel at the door.
Don't be contrite, let's take flight,
I might not feel this need again.
Swaggering tough, with youth's cruel bloom
Come into my cage, I mean my room.
Birds of a feather, flock together, yes they do, yes.
Birds of a feather, flock together, yes they do, yes.
We're from the same jungle
Our existance depends on our underhanded games.
There's no money in the mattress,
No release for your veins.
We're just two jive streetfighters, so don't complain.
Don't be contrite, let's take flight,
I might not feel this sane again.
Alley commando, denim dragoon,
Come into my cage, I mean my room.
Birds of a feather, flock together, yes they do, yes.
Birds of a feather, flock together, yes they do, yes.
I'm not worth a damn,
Lost in the stars.
A roamer's flesh, watering eyes
Your smoldering reckless,
So insinuating I'm a victim of passion,
In fact a vapid melting bruise, falling bewildered,
Birds of a feather, falling bewildered.
Nikki's at the campsite in the caravan
On the riviera.
Every night the bugs bite.
Catch her if they can.
But she don't hear of it.
She say, "I'm working on my tan. Oh man. I'm working on my tan. Oh man."
"Working on my tan."
Harvey sing calypso in the hotel band.
But it's just financial.
Playing for the "dipsoes" and the also-ran.
But he ain't anxious, man.
He say, "I'm working on my tan. Oh man. I'm working on my tan. Oh man."
"Working on my tan."
Hunt yourself an island.
Hitch down to the beach.
The sun belong to everyone.
In everybody's reach.
If confined to dry land, heal yourself a beach.
Hey c'mon, son of a gun.
Do I have to teach you what to say?
Take a bus, take a truck.
Take a bus, take a truck.
Take a bus, take a truck.
But take along your good look.
Do it in Jamaica.
Do it in Japan.
Do it in Siberia.
Give us all a break and do it in Iran.
Do it in Afghanistan.
Everybody say-ay.
I'm working on my tan. Oh man.
I'm working on my tan. Oh man.
Working on my tan.
Sunshine, sunshine.
Sunshine, sunshine.
Sondhiem/Curry
This is the song Tim sang at the S.T.A.G.E. Benefit, 1996.
The sun comes up, I think about you.
The coffee cup, I think about you.
I want you so, it's like I'm losing my mind.
The morning ends, I think about you.
I talk to friends, and think about you,
And do they know, it's like I'm losing my mind.
All afternoon, doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright.
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left, not going right.
I dim the lights, and think about you.
Spend sleepless nights, and think about you.
You said you loved me, or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
I want you so, it's like I'm losing my mind.
Does no one know, it's like I'm losing my mind.
All afternoon, doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright.
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor,
Not going left, not going right.
I dim the lights, and think about you.
Spend sleepless nights to dream about you.
You said you loved me, or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?
It's like I'm losing my mind.
A ballad by Henry Clay Work, originally published in 1864
Researched by Betty Thomas.
Nicodemus the slave was of African birth and was bought for a bag full of gold; He was reckoned to be of the salt of the earth, but he died years ago very old. Twas his last sad request, so we laid him to rest in the trunk of an old hollow tree; "Wake me up" was his charge "at the first break of day, wake me up for the great jubilee."
He was known as a prophet, at least was as wise, for he told of the battles to come; and we trembled with dread when he rolled up his eyes, and we heeded the shake of his thumb. Though he clothed us with fear, yet the garments he wore were in patches at elbow and knee; and he still wears the suit that he used to of yore as he sleeps in the old hollow tree.
Nicodemus was never the sport of the lash, though the bullet has oft crossed his path; there were none of his masters so brave or so rash as to face such a man in his wrath. Yet his great heart of kindness was filled to the brim, he obeyed who was born to command; but he longed for the morning which then was so dim, for the morning which now is at hand.
Twas a long weary night, we were almost in fear that the future was more than he knew; twas a long weary night but the morning is near and the words of our prophet are ture. There are signs in the sky that the darkness is gone, there are tokens in endless array; while the storm which had seemingly banished the dawn, on hastens the event of the day.
(Refrain) The "good time coming" is almost here, it was long, long, long on the way. Now run and tell Elijah to hurry up pomp, and to meet us at the gum tree down in the swamp, to wake Nicodemus today.
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Well a sister used to hide it,
So I never thought she'd find it,
(so) she threw you over for posing in a spangled wrapper.
She won't let you stroke her hair
(or) if you move her like you dare
She just played you up before you realized it happened.
Chorus:
She can really do the Brontosaurus
And she can scream like heebie jeebie chorus
Until you know what she's really got
'cause she can do it loud
Do it, do it, do it.
She can really do the Brontosaurus
And she can scream like heebie jeebie chorus
Until you know what she's really got
'cause she can do it loud
Do it, do it, do it.
Well her daddy's gettin' old
And he seemed to lose control
When the brontosaurus stalked into the house to trap her.
Well a sister used to hide it
So I never thought she'd find it
'til she blew you up, exploding like a fire cracker.
(chorus)
Gimme a B, B
Gimme a R, R
Gimme an O, O
Gimme a NTOSAURUS
Uh, hang on a minute
Gimme a B, uh B
Gimme a R, uh R
Gimme an ONTOSAURUS
You gotta be jokin', mate
Uh oh, B, uh oh, R
I got your ( ? )
We have ways of making you talk
(Giggle, giggle), help me, (giggle)
Help me, help me, help me, help me
(VERY strange song!)
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