Lyrical Response

[PastaJoe]

Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye

[Bill from NYC]

Good-bye mama and papa
Good-bye Jack and Jill
The grass ain't greener
The wine ain't sweeter
Either side of the hill.

 

Did you say your name was ramblin' rose?
Ramble on baby, settle down easy
Ramble on rose.

 

[WhoTom]

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

[Gray Beard]

Green Acres is the place to be. 
Farm livin' is the life for me. 
Land spreadin' out so far and wide 
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside. 

New York is where I'd rather stay. 
I get allergic smelling hay. 
I just adore a penthouse view. 
Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue. 

[SinceThe70s]

Hangin' on the corner of 52nd and Broadway
Cars passin' by
But none of them seem to be goin' my way
New york city
Well, I wish I was on a highway
Back to Olympia

[Bill from NYC]

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go
I know-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh-uh-oh
'Cause the free wind is blowing through your hair
And the days surround your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air, in the air

[Gray Beard]

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

[WhoTom]

He said I come from the land of darkness
He said I come from the land of doom
He said I come from the land of Gamehendge
From the land of the big baboon
But I'm never never going back there
And I couldn't if I tried
Cause I come from the land of Lizards
And the Lizards they have died
And the Lizards they have died
And the Lizards they have died
And the Lizards they have died

 

[SinceThe70s]

I wish I was in Tijuana

Eating barbecued iguana

[Gray Beard]

So here we a-are in the Tijuana Jail
Ain't got no frie-ends to go our bail
So here we'll sta-ay 'cause we can't pa-a-a-a-ay
Just send our ma-ail to the Tijuana Jail

 

[BillsFanNC]

Well I paid seven fifty in Mexico city

To see a wh.ore ***** a mule

I fell in love with Tijuana Rose

She taught me how to screw

Tijuana rose, you're an angel I suppose

Tijuana Rose I think I love you.

Edited January 27, 2020 by BillsFanNC

[WhoTom]

Here comes another song about Mexico
I just can't help myself
I lost my old lady
Got my lures
Got my bobbers

Now I'm gonna go
Got off in the wrong direction
Found a hooker and lost my erection
So I had to lie
In the letter to the boys back home

[Gray Beard]

Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine
But, alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

[SinceThe70s]

Tiny bubbles 
In the wine
Make me happy 
Make me feel fine 

[PastaJoe]

Spill the wine, dig that girl
Spill the wine, take that pearl
Spill the wine, dig that girl
Spill the wine, take that pearl

[Gray Beard]

She was gettin' bombed
And I was gettin' blown away
And she took it in her hand
And this is what she had to say:
A pearl necklace.
She wanna pearl necklace.

[Gugny]

The general scratches his belly and thinks
His pay is good but his officers stink
Guerrilla girl, hard and sweet
A military man would love to meet

 

The President looks in the mirror and speaks
His shirts are clean but his country reeks
Unpaid bills
In Afghanistan hills

 

Bombs away
But we're okay
Bombs away
In old Bombay

[WhoTom]

"Forward" he cried, from the rear
And the front rank died
And the general sat, and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side

 

[Gray Beard]

We fired our guns and the British kep a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets
'Till we looked 'em in the eyes

[Bill from NYC]

Many have I loved, and many times been bitten
Many times I've gazed along the open road

Many times I've lied, and many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered how much there is to know

Many dreams come true, and some have silver linings
I live for my dream, and a pocket full of gold

Mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing
Many, many men can't see the open road