This big old queen was standing On the corner of the street He waved his hanky at me As I went rolling by I pulled the truck up on the sidewalk And I
Stay with me for a little while You've nowhere to go I've nowhere to go It makes me so happy When you smile At me Work all your life And you end up
I don't love the mountains And I don't love the sea And I don't love Jesus He never done a thing for me I ain't pretty like my sister Or smart like my
Golly, Mister, where you going? You'll be late for work Careful or you'll drop your briefcase Jesus, what a jerk There he goes down to the subway Off
Gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants And your mama can't stop me And your papa can't stop
Have we got a tough guy here? Have we got a tough guy from the street? And he looks just like that dancing wop In those movies that we've seen With his
Little mama From Japan Sent by her Masters To a foreign land "Go out with the sailors Hang 'round the dock Get out of the way When the bombs start to
Was a little girl Maybe five-foot-two Had the cutest little feet Made my heart go tweet-tweet Quite a pleasant disposition Then came a pretty young
They were six fine English boys Who knew each other in Birmingham They bought a drum and guitar Started a rock-roll band And Johnny played little violin
Here's an old, old story 'Bout a man and a woman Gone off to California 'Cause they just got married All their friends in Boston Are so very happy They
William Brown, a tobacco man Left North Carolina when he sold his land He took a train to Omaha Stayed there with some friends he had And he didn't
