Woke up this mornin', turned on the T.V. set There in livin' color, was somethin' I can't forget This man was preachin' at me, yeah, layin' on the charm
Jesus loves the little children All the children of the world Pretty yellow, black and white They are precious in his sight Jesus loves the little children
Well when I was kid I'd take a trip Every summer down to Mississippi To visit my granny in her ante bellum world I'd run barefooted all day long Climbing
Well, in the frozen north of the Yukon Lived the king of the Royal Mountie Fuzz Sergeant Preston was his name King his dog?s name was He had a big red
Do you want your love life to bloom? Do you lose your charm When ya raise your arm? Then run out and buy some Tear out and get some Search around and
He was born in the little farming town of Winterset On the new frontier a Midwest native son But his star would shine as bright as any star can ever
Well, a strange thing happened the other night You won't believe it, but I swear it's true Harry the hairy ape made his escape from the city zoo And under
Hello, everyone, this is your action news reporter with all the news That is news across the nation, on the scene at the supermarket. There Seems to have
Now baby doll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum Honey-bunch, angel face You know you better be good And act like two fine lovers should Be careful what you say
When I'm calling you, ooh If you answer too, ooh That means that I offer my love to you To be your own If you refuse me, I will be blue And waiting all
Look-a there, there he goes Ha, there goes the funny man The life of the party, that's me And they'd never guess That I had a care They'd be amazed to
well, where i grew up in talapusa when summertime came we all use'ta go to a place called vacation bible school we'd look up verses in the bible make
What do you say when you write with no words? (Feeling) Feel a song that's never been heard? (Sing it) How do know if you did it all? (Answer) What do
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum "Avast there mates, ye're sailin' With Long John Black Beard Peg-Leg, Patch-Eye Hook Scourge
My Dad, never climbed Mount Everest Never wrote a novel, never won a Pulitzer Prize My Dad, never planned a freeway, Never made a million, like some other
Let me tell you 'bout Ahab the Arab The Sheik of the burning sand He had emeralds and rubies just dripping off a him And a ring on every finger of his
He's free as the breeze, he's always at ease He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees As he swings through the trees without a trapeze In his B.V
Here they come down main street Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar! Bands are a playin' and flags are a wavin' And the Vanguards and
