Lyrical Response

[Gray Beard]

Roll along, roll on
Rose of Cimarron
Dusty days are gone
Rose of Cimarron

 

Shadows touch the sand and look to see who's standin'
Waitin' at your window, watchin' will they ever show?
Can you hear them calling? You know they have fallen on
Campfires cold and dark that never see a spark burn bright

 

[SinceThe70s]

Well, the Camptown ladies sing this song doodah doodah

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Come on everybody clap your hands
Ah, you're looking good
I'm gonna sing my song and you won't take long
We're gonna do the twist and it goes like this

 

Come on let's twist again like we did last summer
Yeah, let's twist again like we did last year
Do you remember when things were really hummin'?
Yeah, let's twist again, twistin' time is here

[PastaJoe]

It happened one summer, it happened one time
It happened forever, for a short time
A place for a moment, an end to dream
Forever I loved you, forever it seemed

 

One summer never ends, one summer never began
It keeps me standing still, it takes all my will
And then suddenly last summer

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Summer loving had me a blast
Summer loving happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me
Met a boy cute as can be
Summer days drifting away to oh oh the summer nights

 

Tell me more, tell me more
Did you get very far
Tell me more, tell me more
Like does he have a car

[WhoTom]

Red and white, blue suede shoes.

I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, I'm still alive

Ain't no luck, I learned to duck.

 

Check my pulse, it don't change.

Stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.

 

Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.

Summertime done come and gone, my oh my.

[Gray Beard]

In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

[SinceThe70s]

When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York

'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She'd stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover

[Gray Beard]

Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main,
For many a stormy wind shall blow ‘ere Jack comes home again.

[SinceThe70s]

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho

[PastaJoe]

Well, those electric sheep to the valley they keep walkin
On the radio waves selling tennis shoes and beer
It induces sleep when that DJ starts his squawkin'
I'm lookin' for one song to save me on this midnight clear 

 

So how far do we have to go to hear that Pirate Radio?
One song that could steal our hearts
Before they turn into silver and gold
Well I'm drivin' my car real slow and my baby wants to know
When we gonna hear our song on that Pirate Radio?

Edited November 22, 2019 by PastaJoe

[SinceThe70s]

 

I'm on a mexican radio

 

I wish I was in Tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
 

[Gray Beard]

Down in old Tijuana town
There's this happy honkin' sound,
Something you just can't put down
It's the world renown Tijuana Taxi cab.
So, you're not impressed you say
With a beat up Chevrolet
But that driver man Jose 
Knows his way around Tijuana town.

Edited November 22, 2019 by Gray Beard

[SinceThe70s]

Mr. Cab Driver, don't like the way I look
He don't like dreads, he thinks we're all crooks
Mr. Cab Driver, reads too many story books

[Gray Beard]

And here, she's acting happy
Inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flying in my taxi
Taking tips, and getting stoned

 

[WhoTom]

On a Mexican Bus
About 90 of us
No air to breath through my mouth
We headed Sur, not south

On a Mexican Bus
I think the driver is nuts
He's drivin' way too fast
Step on the brakes, not the gas

[Gray Beard]

Now he's rolling down the mountain goin' fast, fast, fast
And if he blows it this one's going to be his last
Run to Acapulco to turn the Golden Key
Henry keeps the brakes on for this corner if you please.

Henry got to Mexico and he turned his truck around
Talkin' with the man who has it growin' from the ground
Henry tasted, he got wasted, couldn't even see
How he's going to drive like that it's not clear to me.

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

If you're down in Acuna and you ain't up to being alone,
Don't spend all your money on just any honey that's grown.
Go find the Mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home.

[WhoTom]

Day before my birthday

Me and my cousin Dave
Drove his truck down to the border
And hitchhiked the rest of the way
Down through Mexico