Lyrical Response

[PastaJoe]

Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you're smokin' 'bout scare me half to death
Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, son

[muppy]

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Hoo, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no furtunate one, no

[PastaJoe]

Some girls give me money, some girls buy me clothes
Some girls give me jewelry, that I never thought I'd own

Some girls give me diamonds, some girls, heart attacks
Some girls I give all my bread to, I don't ever want it back

[Bill from NYC]

So excuse me forgettin'
But these things I do
You see, I've forgotten
If they're green, or they're blue
Anyway, the thing is
What I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

[DrW]

The world's a tiny blue-green ark

Afloat in darkest space.

And every creature lives his time

And knows his special place

And each of us is Noah

With a life all in our care

To keep against the darkness

That's flooding everywhere

[PastaJoe]

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
Or I'd regret
The special love I have for you
My baby blue