More song lyrics 6

Daddy started out in San Francisco,
Tootin' on his trumpet loud and mean
Suddenly a voice said, Go forth, Daddy
Spread the picture on a wider screen
And the voice said, "Daddy, there's a million pigeons" (Daddy, go)
"Ready to be hooked on new religions" (go-go-go)
Hit the road, Daddy Leave your common-law wife (tell the message)
Spread the religion of the rhythm of life (that you know)

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can make it

Do you know the way to San Jose?
I've been away so long
I may go wrong and lose my way
Do you know the way to San Jose?
I'm going back to find some peace of mind in San Jose

Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to?
Do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for?
When you look behind you, there's no open doors
What are you hoping for?
Do you know?

So hold me close don't let me go, oh no
You see I, yes I love you and think that you know
Do you know?
With your love light shining
Every cloud's got a silver lining
So hold me close don't let me go

Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?

Did I dream, you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
For you sing
Touch me not, touch me not
Come back tomorrow

It's late December, the New Year's never coming
Time passes slowly in a two-room walk-up flat
The sun is silent, there's a cold rain gonna come on
And no one to talk to
But my lady's yellow cat
Raindrops falling on the flowers in the window box
Plastic roses that I planted yesterday
I didn't think they'd die so soon
But they're all withered now
Seems like everything I touch
Turns out that way

Anniebach my husband insisted on this being played for our first dance at our wedding in 1974 - memories eh 😊

Don't say "Rine, " say "Rain"
… The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
… By George, she's got it!
By George, she's got it!
Now, once again where does it rain?
… On the plain! On the plain!
… And where's that soggy plain?
… In Spain! In Spain!
… The three
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
… In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire...?
… Hurricanes hardly happen.
How kind of you to let me come!
… Now once again, where does it rain?
… On the plain! On the plain!
… And where's that blasted plain?
… In Spain! In Spain!
… The three
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

Just walkin' in the rain
Getting soaking wet
Torturing my heart
By trying to forget
Just walkin' in the rain
So alone and blue
All because my heart
Still remembers you

I'ma walkin' in the rain
Tears are fallin' and I feel the pain
Wishin' you were here by me
To end this misery
I wonder
I wo-wo-wo wonder
Why... why-why-why-why-why
She ran away
And I wonder where she will stay
My little runaway
I run-run-run-run runaway

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
'Cause it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
'Cause those rosy days are few
And stop apologizing for the things you've never done
'Cause time is short and life is cruel but it's up to us to change
This town called Malice

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love London so
Well, maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I think of her wherever I go
I get a funny feeling inside of me
While walking up and down
Well, maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love the London town

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
Except for the ring of the truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning
I live by the river

When I'm away from London
I can't help thinking of some of my favorite places
Piccadilly Circus, Trafalgar Square, Covent Garden
Changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace
And late at night, the fog that settles softly over London Bridge
I get a funny feeling inside of me
While walking up and down
Well, maybe it's because I'm a Londoner
That I love the London town

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair
And her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home
In two carrier bags

They seek him here, they seek him there
His clothes are loud, but never square
It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion
And when he does his little rounds
'Round the boutiques of London town
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion

It's quite the fashion, the Continental,
Because you tell of your love while you dance.
Your lips whisper so tenderly.
Her eyes answer your song.
Two bodies swaying, the Continental,
And you are saying just what you're dreaming of.
So keep on dancing the Continental,
For it's a song of romance and of love.

A kiss on the hand
May be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
A kiss may be grand
But it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat
Or help you at the automat

Money talks
But it don't sing and dance and it don't walk
And long as I can have you here with me
I'd much rather be forever in blue jeans
Honey's sweet
But it ain't nothin' next to baby's treat
And if you'd pardon me, I'd like to say
We'd do okay forever in blue jeans

When I wake up in the morning light
I pull on my jeans 👖 and I feel alright
I pull my blue jeans on,I pull my old blue jeans on.

Waiting at the station with a workday wind a-blowing
I've got nothing to do but watch the passers-by
Mirrored in their faces I see frustration growing
And they don't see it showing, why do I?
You've got to get up every morning
With a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel