Lyrical Response

[Bill from NYC]

And there you are,
Saying we have the moon, so now the stars,
When all you see
Is near disaster gazing down on you and me,
And there you're standing,
Saying we have the whole world in our hands,
When all you'll see,
Deep inside the world's controlling you and me
You'll see perpetual change
You'll see perpetual change

[Bills4everNY]

But you and me ain't no movie stars

What we are is what we are

We share a bed, some lovin' and TV, yeah

And that's enough for a working man

What I am, is what I am

And I tell you babe

Well that's enough for me 

[PastaJoe]

Well, I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time

It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the workin' man

 

They call me the workin' man
I guess that's what I am

[muppy]

I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down

 

He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drink
He drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times
(Oh Danny Boy, Danny Boy, Danny Boy)

[Tuco]

I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I put my boots on that ole dance floor
I put three rounds Lord, in my .44

I loved the girl, she was my sunshine
Her name was Eleanor Caroline
She got fast, with a friend of mine
At the dance hall Lord, on the county line

I put some whiskey into my whiskey
I put some heartbreak into my heart
I made my way across that ole dance floor
And put three rounds Lord, in my Eleanor

[PastaJoe]

We were so in phase
In our dance hall days
We were cool on craze
When I, you and everyone we knew
Could believe, do and share in what was true

[DrW]

Mayflower child met a 25th century quaker

She's a pickin' poppies

Bringing them into her hue

Sun siftin' through and through and through

Letting them in all you through

Me into you

Me to you

Me to you into you

Blue cheeses laces

Bases blue cheese faces

Phases and phases and phases and phases and phases

[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
And regret
The special love I have for you
My baby blue

[Bills4everNY]

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man 

To be the sad man 

Behind blue eyes 

No one knows what it's like

To be hated, to be fated

To telling only lies 

[PastaJoe]

A long-long time ago, on graduation day
You handed me your book, I signed this way

Roses are red, my love, violets are blue
Sugar is sweet, my love, but not as sweet as you

[Bill from NYC]

Well, I'm on my way
To the city lights
To the pretty face
That shines her light on the city nights
And I gotta catch a noon train
I gotta be there on time
Oh, it feels so good to know she waits at the end of the line

 

Sweet, sweet city woman
I can see your face, I can hear your voice
I can almost touch you
Sweet, sweet city woman
And the banjo and me, we got a feel for singing, yeah, yeah

[muppy]

Touch me in the mornin'
Then just walk away
We don't have tomorrow
But we had yesterday

 

Hey, wasn't it me who said
That nothin' good's gonna last forever?
And wasn't it me who said
Let's just be glad for the time together?
It must've been hard to tell me
That you've given all you had to give
I can understand your feelin' that way
Everybody's got their life to live

[PastaJoe]

Taking my time
Choosin' my line
Trying to decide what to do
Looks like my stop
Don't wanna get off
Got myself hung up on you

Seems to me
You don't want to talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head and walk away

[DD4Bills]

It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the workin' man

[muppy]

Call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowing down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load

[technobot]

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?

 

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

[DrW]

Spitting in a wishing well
Blown to hell, crash
I'm the last splash

I know you, little libertine
I know you're a real cuckoo

Want you cuckoo cannonball
Want you cuckoo cannonball
In the shade, in the shade
In the shade, in the shade

I know you, little libertine
I know you're a cannonball

I'll be your whatever you want
The bong in this reggae song

[PastaJoe]

I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale
Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well
Still no luck, but oh, well
I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail
Stress on my shoulders like a anvil
Perky got me itching like a anthill
Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill
Sometimes I don't know how to feel

[muppy]

Kissing like a bandit, stealing time
Underneath a sycamore tree
Cupid by the hour sends valentines
To my sweet lover and me
Slowly but surely
Your appetite is more than I knew
Sweetly, softly
I'm falling in love with you

Wish me love, a wishing well to kiss and tell
A wishing well of butterfly tears
Wish me love, a wishing well to kiss and tell
A wishing well of crocodile cheers, sing
 

[Bills4everNY]

Sing a song of Temma Harbour 

Climb a coconut tree

Catch a fish and light a fire 

Drink some wine with me