Gray Beard

But it's too late to say you're sorry How would I know, why should I care? Please don't bother trying to find her She's not there Well, let me tell you about the way she looked The way she acts and the color of her hair Her voice was soft and cool, her eyes were clear and bright But she's not there

In the summertime when the weather is hot You can stretch right up and touch the sky When the weather's fine You got women, you got women on your mind Have a drink, have a drive Go out and see what you can find If her daddy's rich take her out for a meal If her daddy's poor just do what you feel Speed along the lane Do a turn or return the twenty-five When the sun goes down You can make it, make it good and really fine

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies Then lock the house up, now you're set And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis As cute as ever but they never get 'em wet

Everybody wants somebody Everybody wants somebody to love Someone to love Someone to kiss Sometime to miss, now Someone to squeeze Someone to please And I need you you you

Will you have whiskey with your water Or sugar with your tea What are these crazy questions That they're asking of me This is the craziest party That there ever could be Oh, don't turn on the light 'Cause I don't want to see Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come That ain't the way to have fun

Heaven must be missin' an angel Missin' one angel, child 'Cause you're here with me right now Your love is heavenly, baby Heavenly to me, baby Your kiss, filled with tenderness I want all I can get Of your sexiness Showers, your love comes in showers And every hour on the hour You let me feel your loving power

On the way to Bimbombey There's a hill on the way to Bimbombey There's a house on the hill and a girl in the house On the hill on the way to Bimbombey A house on the hill and a girl in the house On the hill on the way to Bimbombey

He's got an interstate running' through his front yard You know, he thinks, he's got it so good And there's a woman in the kitchen cleaning' up evening slop And he looks at her and says: "Hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock" Oh but ain't that America, for you and me Ain't that America, we're something to see baby Ain't that America, home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me, oh for you and me

The road has got me hypnotized And I'm speedin' into a new sunrise When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough She sends her comfort comin' in from above We don't need no letter at all We've got a thing that's called radar love We've got a light in the sky, radar love

She’s not as skinny as most models so I get why they would say something about it. However, she looks healthier and more comfortable to be with than most models, so put me in the group that approves of her physique.

On the road again I just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again On the road again Goin' places that I've never been Seein' things that I may never see again And I can't wait to get on the road again

Only love Can make it rain The way the beach is kissed by the sea. Only love Can make it rain Like the sweat of lovers' Laying in the fields. Love, reign o'er me. Love, reign o'er me, rain on me.

Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine Calls her on the phone "Can I take you out to the pictures Joa, oa, oa, oan?" But as she's getting ready to go A knock comes on the door Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer Came down upon her head Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer Made sure that she was dead

Just yesterday mornin', they let me know you were gone Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song I just can't remember who to send it to I've seen fire and I've seen rain I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I'd see you again

Casey Junior's comin' down the track Comin' down the track With a smokey stack Hear him puffin' comin' 'round the hill Casey's here to thrill Every Jack and Jill Every time his funny little whistle sounds Everybody hurries to the Circus grounds Time for lemonade and crackerjacks Casey Junior's back Casey Junior's back

Face to face, out in the heat Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry They stack the odds 'till we take to the street For the kill with the skill to survive It's the eye of the tiger, it's the dream of the fight Risin' up to the challenge of our rival And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night And he's watchin' us all with the eye of the tiger

Hey farmer farmer Put away the DDT I don't care about spots on my apples Leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Til its gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot

I'll never be your beast of burden My back is broad but it's a hurting All I want is for you to make love to me I'll never be your beast of burden I've walked for miles my feet are hurting All I want is you to make love to me Ain't I hard enough Ain't I rough enough Ain't I rich enough I'm not too blind to see

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was Down and out He looked to me to be the eyes of age As he spoke right out He talked of life He talked of life He laughed, clicked his heels and stepped He said his name, Bojangles and he danced a lick Across the cell

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

I only know boring stuff to do in Pittsburgh... Go to the Carnegie museum of natural history and art. Good dinosaur skeletons. Go to the arboretum behind the Carnegie museum and look at plants. Wander around by the waterfront. It’s a good walking city. Go by the stadiums and eat at a sports bar. Go up to Grandview ave and look down on the city and get dinner. Go to Randyland (that’s good for about five minutes). Find the open air market and buy food and Steelers souvenirs (I kid, I kid) Go for a drive and see Falling Waters. ...Boring stuff.

Tell me, tell me, tell me Oh, who wrote the Book Of Love I've got to know the answer Was it someone from above

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Fitz, but I hope it’s not for more than three games at a time. More than three games and he starts to look old and tired. After about three games Fitzmagic becomes Fitztragic.

What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song I will try not to sing out of key Oh, baby I get by with a little help from my friends