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Queen Of The Hop
Bobby Darin
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Woody Harris
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Love
Colours
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Animals
GENRES
Rock 'n' Roll
Rock
YEAR
1959
Well, you can talk about your Julie and your Peggy Sue.
You can keep your Miss Molly and your Mary Lou.
When it comes to the chicken or doin' the bop?
I got a girl they call the queen of the hop.
(chorus)
Oh well I love my queen.
Do you know who I mean?
Sweet little sixteen
Yes, that's my queen.
Well, she wears short shorts and a rock 'n roll shoes.
You ought to see her dance to the yellow dog blues.
She's my sugar time baby, I'm her lollipop,
An' everybody knows I love my queen of de hop
(chorus)
Oh well she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin' 'cross the USA.
She don't care 'bout a thing 'ceptin rock 'n roll.
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll. yeah
- - - - - - -
Well she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin' 'cross the USA.
She don't care 'bout a thing 'ceptin' rock and roll.
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll.
(chorus)
Well, that's my queen.
Yes, that's my queen.
Oh, well that's my queen.
Yes, that's my queen.
You can keep your Miss Molly and your Mary Lou.
When it comes to the chicken or doin' the bop?
I got a girl they call the queen of the hop.
(chorus)
Oh well I love my queen.
Do you know who I mean?
Sweet little sixteen
Yes, that's my queen.
Well, she wears short shorts and a rock 'n roll shoes.
You ought to see her dance to the yellow dog blues.
She's my sugar time baby, I'm her lollipop,
An' everybody knows I love my queen of de hop
(chorus)
Oh well she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin' 'cross the USA.
She don't care 'bout a thing 'ceptin rock 'n roll.
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll. yeah
- - - - - - -
Well she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin' 'cross the USA.
She don't care 'bout a thing 'ceptin' rock and roll.
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll.
(chorus)
Well, that's my queen.
Yes, that's my queen.
Oh, well that's my queen.
Yes, that's my queen.
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Queenie Wahine's Papaya
Elvis Presley
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bernie Baum
Bill Giant
Florence Kaye
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Novelty
GENRES
Children/Novelty
YEAR
1965
She sells sea shells by the seashore
But I know a girl who sells so much more
Queenie Wahine's Papaya
Rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya
Put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy
Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh, Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire
When that Queenie Wahine passes by
Queenie Wahine's Papaya
Rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya
Put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy
Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh, Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire
When that Queenie Wahine passes by
Queenie Wahine's Papaya
Rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya
Put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy
Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh, Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire
When that Queenie Wahine passes by.
But I know a girl who sells so much more
Queenie Wahine's Papaya
Rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya
Put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy
Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh, Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire
When that Queenie Wahine passes by
Queenie Wahine's Papaya
Rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya
Put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy
Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh, Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire
When that Queenie Wahine passes by
Queenie Wahine's Papaya
Rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
Please pick her papaya
Put Queenie Wahine in perfect perpetual joy
Though some people's palates prefer pickled salads
For pudding pick popcorn peach pie
Oh, Queenie's papaya you'll truly desire
When that Queenie Wahine passes by.
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Rats
The Kinks
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Dave Davies
THEMES
Food and Drink
Colours
Animals
GENRES
Rock
Pop
YEAR
1970
I was lost just wandering round downtown
Many people pushing me around
Hate spreads just like infection
Those rats jumping on and off my back
Fat black rats holding me down
I see rats in every direction
No time to catch your breath
Crazy people lost their heads
Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat
Those rats breeding angriness and spite
Never have done anything right for people like you and me
Walk over all the people you can't see
If they die there's more bread for me
Like snakes crawling through the grass
No time to catch your breath
Crazy people lost their heads
Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat
Those rats breeding angriness and spite
Never have done anything right for people like you and me
See that face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see
Once he was warm and was kind
Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind
See that face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see
Once he was warm and was kind
Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind
Many people pushing me around
Hate spreads just like infection
Those rats jumping on and off my back
Fat black rats holding me down
I see rats in every direction
No time to catch your breath
Crazy people lost their heads
Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat
Those rats breeding angriness and spite
Never have done anything right for people like you and me
Walk over all the people you can't see
If they die there's more bread for me
Like snakes crawling through the grass
No time to catch your breath
Crazy people lost their heads
Masses trampling on my feet, inconsiderate in their heat
Those rats breeding angriness and spite
Never have done anything right for people like you and me
See that face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see
Once he was warm and was kind
Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind
See that face man look at me, he's much too selfish to see
Once he was warm and was kind
Now all he has got is a pinstripe mind
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Reuters
Wire
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Bruce Gilbert
Colin Newman
Graham Lewis
Robert Gotobed
THEMES
Food and Drink
Country/Nature
Time
Animals
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1977
Our own correspondant is sorry to tell
Of an uneasy time that all is not well
On the borders there's movement
In the hills there is trouble
Food is short, crime is double
Prices have risen since the government fell
Casualties increase as the enemy shell
The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive
And sooner or later the end will arrive
This is your correspondant, running out of tape
Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape
Of an uneasy time that all is not well
On the borders there's movement
In the hills there is trouble
Food is short, crime is double
Prices have risen since the government fell
Casualties increase as the enemy shell
The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive
And sooner or later the end will arrive
This is your correspondant, running out of tape
Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape
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Rock The Nations
Saxon
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Graham Oliver
Nigel Glockler
Paul Quinn
Peter Byford
Stephen Dawson
THEMES
Food and Drink
Places
Time
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1986
Big wheels are rolling
On thru' the night
We hit the city in the morning
No time to eat or sleep
Six concerts in a week
Take the show across the nation
Could this be San Antone?
Or am I stood in Rome?
Is this real or am I dreaming?
Standing by the backstage door
Just like the one before
We're here to set the spirit free
Give us the stage (*)
Turn on the lights
Fire up the sound
We'll rock the nations
(Repeat *)
Wait for the curtain call
Excitement in the hall
Stage crew ready at their stations
The houselights start to dim
Another show begins
Now it's time to rocks the nations
Stand in the flashing lights
The music fills the night
This is what we've all been waiting for
We take the last encore
The first of many more
The spotlight takes the final bow
(Repeat * 4 times)
Big wheels are rolling
On thru' the night
Daylight comes without no warning
North, South, East and West
We'll put you to the test
As we rock across your nation
(Repeat *)
On thru' the night
We hit the city in the morning
No time to eat or sleep
Six concerts in a week
Take the show across the nation
Could this be San Antone?
Or am I stood in Rome?
Is this real or am I dreaming?
Standing by the backstage door
Just like the one before
We're here to set the spirit free
Give us the stage (*)
Turn on the lights
Fire up the sound
We'll rock the nations
(Repeat *)
Wait for the curtain call
Excitement in the hall
Stage crew ready at their stations
The houselights start to dim
Another show begins
Now it's time to rocks the nations
Stand in the flashing lights
The music fills the night
This is what we've all been waiting for
We take the last encore
The first of many more
The spotlight takes the final bow
(Repeat * 4 times)
Big wheels are rolling
On thru' the night
Daylight comes without no warning
North, South, East and West
We'll put you to the test
As we rock across your nation
(Repeat *)
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Rocking Chair Blues
The Christians
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
William York
THEMES
Food and Drink
Inspirational
Places
GENRES
Blues
YEAR
1987
If you're feeling lowdown, don't have a soul to care
If you're feeling lowdown, don't have a soul to care
Just grab your hat and start for the Rocking Chair
There's Dubonnet Judy, Gin Fizz Flo
Cocktail Shorty and old Julip Joe
I'm telling you, it's the gonnest place in town
If you don't have your rubbers, take a taxi down
[Instrumental]
If you're a regular guy, you're bound to get a souvenir
If you're a regular guy, you're bound to get a souvenir
And when you write back home, you can say you're spooning at the Rocking Chair
If you're feeling lowdown, don't have a soul to care
Just grab your hat and start for the Rocking Chair
There's Dubonnet Judy, Gin Fizz Flo
Cocktail Shorty and old Julip Joe
I'm telling you, it's the gonnest place in town
If you don't have your rubbers, take a taxi down
[Instrumental]
If you're a regular guy, you're bound to get a souvenir
If you're a regular guy, you're bound to get a souvenir
And when you write back home, you can say you're spooning at the Rocking Chair
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Rocking Chair Blues
Ray Charles
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
William York
THEMES
Food and Drink
Inspirational
Places
GENRES
Blues
YEAR
1921
If you're feeling lowdown, don't have a soul to care
If you're feeling lowdown, don't have a soul to care
Just grab your hat and start for the Rocking Chair
There's Dubonnet Judy, Gin Fizz Flo
Cocktail Shorty and old Julip Joe
I'm telling you, it's the gonnest place in town
If you don't have your rubbers, take a taxi down
[Instrumental]
If you're a regular guy, you're bound to get a souvenir
If you're a regular guy, you're bound to get a souvenir
And when you write back home, you can say you're spooning at the Rocking Chair
If you're feeling lowdown, don't have a soul to care
Just grab your hat and start for the Rocking Chair
There's Dubonnet Judy, Gin Fizz Flo
Cocktail Shorty and old Julip Joe
I'm telling you, it's the gonnest place in town
If you don't have your rubbers, take a taxi down
[Instrumental]
If you're a regular guy, you're bound to get a souvenir
If you're a regular guy, you're bound to get a souvenir
And when you write back home, you can say you're spooning at the Rocking Chair
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Roll Over Lay Down
Status Quo
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alan Lancaster
John Coghlan
John Richard Parfitt
THEMES
Body
Food and Drink
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1973
When I got home that night early one morning
Seeing the note written in ink pinned to the door
Taking a drink cool from the fridge from the table
I drank a toast you were the most the night before
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down
When I get home tomorrow night after this morning
Show me the care you showed in the note the night before
Maybe I won't take a drink from the table
Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down
When I get home tomorrow night after this morning
Show me the care you showed in the note the night before
Maybe I won't take a drink from the table
Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down
Seeing the note written in ink pinned to the door
Taking a drink cool from the fridge from the table
I drank a toast you were the most the night before
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down
When I get home tomorrow night after this morning
Show me the care you showed in the note the night before
Maybe I won't take a drink from the table
Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down
When I get home tomorrow night after this morning
Show me the care you showed in the note the night before
Maybe I won't take a drink from the table
Reckon I'll lay me straight down the floor
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over it's a long way where I've been
Roll over lay down and let me in
Roll over lay down
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Roll The Bones
Rush
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Alex Lifeson
Geddy Lee
Neil Peart
THEMES
Names
Food and Drink
Places
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1992
Well, you can stake that claim --
Good work is the key to good fortune
Winners take that praise
Losers seldom take that blame
If they dont take that game
And sometimes the winner takes nothing
We draw our own designs
But fortune has to make that frame
We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
Thats the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones
Why are we here?
Because were here
Roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones
Faith is cold as ice --
Why are little ones born only to suffer
For the want of immunity
Or a bowl of rice?
Well, who would hold a price
On the heads of the innocent children
If theres some immortal power
To control the dice?
We come into the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
Thats the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones
Jack -- relax.
Get busy with the facts.
No zodiacs or almanacs,
No maniacs in polyester slacks.
Just the facts.
Gonna kick some gluteus max.
Its a parallax -- you dig?
You move around
The small gets big. its a rig.
Its action -- reaction --
Random interaction.
So whos afraid
Of a little abstraction?
Cant get no satisfaction
From the facts?
You better run, homeboy --
A facts a fact
From nome to rome, boy.
Whats the deal? spin the wheel.
If the dice are hot -- take a shot.
Play your cards. show us what you got --
What youre holding.
If the cards are cold,
Dont go folding.
Lady luck is golden;
She favors the bold. thats cold.
Stop throwing stones --
The night has a thousand saxophones.
So get out there and rock,
And roll the bones.
Get busy!
Good work is the key to good fortune
Winners take that praise
Losers seldom take that blame
If they dont take that game
And sometimes the winner takes nothing
We draw our own designs
But fortune has to make that frame
We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
Thats the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones
Why are we here?
Because were here
Roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones
Faith is cold as ice --
Why are little ones born only to suffer
For the want of immunity
Or a bowl of rice?
Well, who would hold a price
On the heads of the innocent children
If theres some immortal power
To control the dice?
We come into the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
Thats the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones
Jack -- relax.
Get busy with the facts.
No zodiacs or almanacs,
No maniacs in polyester slacks.
Just the facts.
Gonna kick some gluteus max.
Its a parallax -- you dig?
You move around
The small gets big. its a rig.
Its action -- reaction --
Random interaction.
So whos afraid
Of a little abstraction?
Cant get no satisfaction
From the facts?
You better run, homeboy --
A facts a fact
From nome to rome, boy.
Whats the deal? spin the wheel.
If the dice are hot -- take a shot.
Play your cards. show us what you got --
What youre holding.
If the cards are cold,
Dont go folding.
Lady luck is golden;
She favors the bold. thats cold.
Stop throwing stones --
The night has a thousand saxophones.
So get out there and rock,
And roll the bones.
Get busy!
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Seven & Seven Is
Love
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Arthur Lee
THEMES
Baby/Children
Food and Drink
Body
Memories/Nostalgia
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1966
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
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Seven & Seven Is
Rush
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Arthur Lee
THEMES
Memories/Nostalgia
Baby/Children
Body
Food and Drink
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
2004
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
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Seven & Seven Is
The Ramones
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Arthur Lee
THEMES
Baby/Children
Body
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1993
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
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Seven & Seven Is
Billy Bragg
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Arthur Lee
THEMES
Baby/Children
Body
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1990
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
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Seven & Seven Is
Alice Cooper
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Arthur Lee
THEMES
Baby/Children
Body
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
1981
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
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Seven & Seven Is
The Vibrators
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Arthur Lee
THEMES
Baby/Children
Body
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Numbers
GENRES
Rock
YEAR
2009
When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam
In my lonely room I'd sit my mind in an ice cream cone
You can throw me if you wanna 'cause I'm a bone and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
If I don't start cryin' it's because that I have got no eyes
My father's in the fireplace and my dog lies hypnotized
Through a crack of light I was unable to find my way
Trapped inside a night but I'm a day and I go
Oop-ip-ip oop-ip-ip, yeah!
One... Two... Three... Four!
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Seven Deadly Sins
The Dubliners
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Jim McLean
THEMES
Body
Names
Food and Drink
Time
Numbers
Animals
GENRES
Folk
YEAR
1968
Some say that kissing's a sin
But tell me how can that be true
For kissing has been in this world
Since the very first day there was two
Chorus:
No if it wasn't legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prison would be full of folks who had a (....) or two
And if they didn't like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn't plenty the poor folk would get none
(chorus (....) first time kiss, second time bet,
third time curse, fourth time smoke, fifth time drink)
Some say that gambling's a sin
But I'll bet you 15 to 1
That gambling has been in this world
Since horses and greyhounds could run
Chorus,
Some say that swearing's a sin
But were is the man that can tell
For swearing has been in this world
Since the devil was told 'go to hell'
Chorus,
And some say that smoking's a sin
But a pipe now and then is enough
But smoking has been in this world
Since Adam taught Eve how to puff
Chorus,
Some say that drinking's a sin
But a gargle is fine now and then
For drinking has been in this world
For ever and ever amen
Chorus.
But tell me how can that be true
For kissing has been in this world
Since the very first day there was two
Chorus:
No if it wasn't legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prison would be full of folks who had a (....) or two
And if they didn't like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn't plenty the poor folk would get none
(chorus (....) first time kiss, second time bet,
third time curse, fourth time smoke, fifth time drink)
Some say that gambling's a sin
But I'll bet you 15 to 1
That gambling has been in this world
Since horses and greyhounds could run
Chorus,
Some say that swearing's a sin
But were is the man that can tell
For swearing has been in this world
Since the devil was told 'go to hell'
Chorus,
And some say that smoking's a sin
But a pipe now and then is enough
But smoking has been in this world
Since Adam taught Eve how to puff
Chorus,
Some say that drinking's a sin
But a gargle is fine now and then
For drinking has been in this world
For ever and ever amen
Chorus.
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Seven Drunken Nights
Foster & Allen
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Barney McKenna
Ciaran Bourke
John Sheahan
Luke Kelly
Ronnie Drew
THEMES
Food and Drink
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Animals
GENRES
Folk
YEAR
2004
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
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Seven Drunken Nights
The Dubliners
- Credits
- Lyrics
- Sheet Music
WRITERS
Barney McKenna
Ciaran Bourke
John Sheahan
Luke Kelly
Ronnie Drew
THEMES
Food and Drink
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Animals
GENRES
Folk
YEAR
1967
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
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