PastaJoe

Let me tell you about Ahab the Arab The sheik of the burning sand He had emeralds and rubies just drippin' off 'a him And a ring on every finger of his hand He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head And a scimitar by his side And, every evenin', about midnight He'd jump on his camel named Clyde, and ride

So I sing you to sleep after the lovin' I brush back the hair from your eyes And the love on your face is so real That it makes me wanna cry

Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart? How the music can free her whenever it starts And it's magic if the music is groovy It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll free your soul But it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout a rock 'n' roll

A beautiful bunch of ripe banana (Daylight come and we want go home) Hide the deadly black tarantula (Daylight come and we want go home)

And if you leave me now You'll take away the very heart of me Ooh-ooh-hoo, no Baby, please don't go Ooh-ooh-hoo, girl I just want you to stay

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? Every night, every night, it's just the same You leave me lonely Will I see you tonight on a downtown train? All my dreams, all my dreams fall like rain On a downtown train

I'm tired of this dirty old city And tired of too much work And never enough play And I'm tired of these dirty old sidewalks Think I'll walk off my steady job today Turn me loose, set me free Somewhere in the middle of Montana And give me all I've got coming to me And keep your retirement And your so-called Social Security Big city turn me loose and set me free

I wish I was in Tiajuana Eating barbequed iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel a hot wind on my shoulder I dial it in from south of the border I hear the talking of the dj Can't understand just what does he say? I'm on a mexican radio I'm on a mexican radio

Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you "Don't forget me, " I beg I remember you said "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead"

To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time to every purpose, under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I'll wander, baby Stumblin' in the neon groves

Here I go again on my own Goin' down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone And I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time

I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall I know he's there, but I just had to call Don't leave me hanging on the telephone Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

I used to call her Olivia Neutron Bomb, because when I saw her I thought I died and went to heaven.

Movin' down a crowded avenue Doin' anything we like to do There's always lots of things that we can see We can be anyone we like to be And all those happy people we could meet just Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon No, no, no, no

Now it's past my bed I know And I'd really like to go Soon will be the break of day Sitting here in Blue Jay Way

Guess I got what I deserved Kept you waiting there too long, my love All that time, without a word Did you really think that I'd forget And regret The special love I have for you My baby blue

Oh moon of Alabama We now, must say goodbye We've lost, our good old Mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why

Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come beating on your door I know that I'm a prisoner To all my father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years

I don't usually say things Like this to girls your age (Christine, sixteen) But when I saw you coming Out of the school that day That day I knew, I knew I've got to have you, I've got to have you (Christine, sixteen)

I said, The good times are over, I can't get no relief Mama, I'm broke down and lonely, on my knees I never go easy, believe me. I'm always gonna hold the line This wandering man got a hell of a plan but he's running out of time

Dexter is definitely not PG. He’s a serial murderer who only kills criminals, and does so while keeping them alive long enough to let them know why.

And honey, I say Little Red Corvette Baby, you're much too fast (Oh, oh) Little Red Corvette You need a love that's gonna last

Didn’t Dexter move to Alaska? Perhaps a crossover where Dexter stalks Pinkman. 🤔

Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover Something in the way she woos me I don't want to leave her now You know I believe and how