Zombie Jamboree by The Kingston Trio

                                                         Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back

Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree
(Now hear the chorus)
(You can feel that)
(Oh, what a good game)
(You're all alone, you know)

Zombie jamboree took place in a New York cemetery (Where?)
Zombie jamboree took place in Long Island cemetery
Zombies from all parts of the island (Where?)
Some of them are great calypsonians (Some)
Since the season was carnival they got together in bacchanal. Oh, what ya' doin'?

Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree

One female zombie wouldn't behave
She say she want me for a slave
In the one hand she's holding a quart of wine, in the other she's pointing that she'll be mine
Well, believe me folks, I had to run (Why?)
A husband of a zombie ain't no fun! (Don't knock it!)
I says, "Oh, no, my turtle dove, that old bag of bones I cannot love." Oh, what you doin'?

Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree

Right then and there she raise her feet
"I'm a-going to catch you now, my sweet
I'm gonna make you call me 'Sweetie Pie'"
I says "Oh, no, get back, you lie!"
"I may be lyin' but you will see (What?)
After you kiss this dead zombie." (Blah!)
Well, I never seen such a horror in my life
Can you imagine me with a zombie wife? (Yes!)

Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree

I GUESS ON SOME LEVEL YOU GOTTA HAND IT TO EM FOR TRYING TO DO SWINGIN COOL MUSIC

Lullaby of Birdland by Sarah Vaughan

 Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I

Always hear when you sigh
Never in my wordland
Could there be ways to reveal
In a phrase how I feel

Have you ever heard two turtle doves
Bill and coo when they love?
That's the kind of magic
Music we make with our lips when we kiss

And there's a weepy old willow
He really knows how to cry
That's how I'd cry in my pillow
If you should tell me farewell and goodbye

Lullaby of Birdland whisper low
Kiss me sweet and we'll go
Flyin' high in Birdland
High in the sky up above
All because we're in love

I WANT TO GO TO BIRDLAND IN THE 50S

Ivanka by Imperial Teen

 1-2-3 go

I'm gonna be the bride for the 100th time
Faded beauty eyes with some worry lines
I'm not gonna crash in the friendly skies
A tall glass of water just to stay alive

(Wanna you wanna you wanna you wanna be the)

A knockout in a sea of faces
She's a walk-on, seen so many places
In a rocket she's filling up the spaces
A reflection, and she's in the news again

Backwards, forwards, A to Z
You look for your future in a cup of tea
You've made the connection and you've seen the light
But you still can't seem to get it right

A knockout in a sea of faces
She's a walk-on, I will sing her praises
And it's our house, we make the rules
It's a reflection, and she's in the news again

Climb, climb Caroline, don't look down
The flying trapeze never hangs with clowns
The basketful of kisses that you pass around
Is like a two car garage in a one horse town

A knockout in a sea of faces
In a rocket, filling up the spaces
And it's our house, we make the rules
It's a reflection
1-2-3 go

Gonna be a bride for the 100th time
Faded beauty eyes with some worry lines
I'm not gonna crash in the friendly skies
Living on the border just to stay alive

A knockout in a sea of faces
In a rocket, seen so many phases
She's a walk-on, filling up the spaces
A reflection, and she makes the rules
'Cause she's a knockoff in a sea of face
In the drive-by, we will sing her praises
In the rocket, she will break the rules
It's a reflection, and she's in the news

In the drive-by, all the pretty faces
A knock off, in a sea of faces
A knock off, in a sea of faces
Going nowhere, she makes the rules
She's in a movie
And she's not mine
And I want her
And I want her
And I want her
And she's not mine
And I want her
Yeh I want her
To be the one

I WANT TO BE ON THAT SHOW!

Mary Jane's Last Dance by Tom Petty

 She grew up in an Indiana town

Had a good-lookin' mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights

Well, she moved down here the age of eighteen
She blew the boys away, it was more than they'd seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin'
She said, "I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin' on
Keep movin' on"

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again

Well, I don't know, but I've been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down
Tired of myself, tired of this town

Oh, my my, oh, hell yes
Honey, put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song
Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again

There's pigeons down on Market Square
She's standin' in her underwear
Lookin' down from a hotel room
The nightfall will be comin' soon

Oh, my my, oh, hell yes.
You got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone
I hit my last number, I walked to the road

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin' in and I'm tired of this town again

HOW WE GOT 16 YEARS INTO SONGTIME WITHOUT DOING THIS SONG I HAVE NO IDEA

Skip to My Lou by Judy Garland

 Skip, skip,skip to my lou

Skip, skip, skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou

Put on your Sunday, go to meetin'
And I'll take you by the hand
If you will be my dancin' partner
We will dance to beat the band

So join the promenade
And lead the big parade
And if you don't get home at all
Your pa will understand

Oh, choose partners, skip to my lou
Choose partners, skip to my lou
Choose partners, skip to my lou
Skip to my lou, my darlin'

Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, shoo, shoo
Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, shoo, shoo
Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, shoo, shoo
Skip to my lou, my darlin'

I'll be glad to go with you
So prithee do not tarry
But if I do, it's up to you
To let me dance with Harry

Skip to my lou
(Charlie)
Skip to my lou
(Johnny)
Skip to my lou
Skip to my lou, my darlin'

Skip to my lou
Skip to my lou

Corner boy, buck and wing, corner girl
Ida booth by to the center and whirl
Everybody dance

Lost my partner
(Skip to my lou)
Lost my partner
(Skip to my lou)
Lost my partner
(Skip)
Skip to my lou, my darlin'

I'll find another one prettier than you
I'll find another one prettier than you
I'll find another one prettier than you
Go to another party

Oh, I'll fly away to a neighborin' state
I don't care what my friends say
We'll dance and sing till broad daylight
I won't get home till Wednesday
(Skip to my lou)

Thursday
(Skip to my lou)
Friday
(Skip to my lou)

Skip, skip, skip to my lou
Skip, skip, skip to my lou
Skip to my lou

LITTLE KNOWN FACT... THIS SONG IS ABOUT LAXITIVE ABUSE TO LOSE WEIGHT WITH LOU HAVING THE BRITISH MEANING

Heartbeat by The Psychedelic Furs

 she's a heartbeat

yeah, she's a heartbeat

she's a door at the end of a dead end street

she's a heartbeat

and footsteps i hear her footsteps

here comes rumours and lies

here comes my life of crime

i hear footsteps

when the music goes down

and the traffic is stopped

and nobody talks at all

when they turn up the town

i hear a heartbeat

and i've shut all the shades

and the radio stops

and nobody moves at all

when the city's asleep

i hear a heartbeat

i hear a heartbeat

in the shadows

out in the shadows

it's like walking on glass

it's the end of the show

in the shadows

and sweet dreams

she sells you sweet dreams

it's like movies and trash

where there's always a girl

and she's sweet dreams

when the music goes down

and the traffic is stopped

and nobody talks at all

when they turn up the town

i hear a heartbeat

and i've shut all the shades

and the radio stops

and nobody moves at all

when the city's asleep

i hear a heartbeat

i hear a heartbeat

heartbeat

WELL DUDE IF ITS LATE AT NIGHT AND YOU HEAR A HEARTBEAT ITS PROBABLY TINITUS... THATS HOW IT STARTS... THEN YOU GO DEAF

Heroin by The Velvet Underground

I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I tell you things aren't quite the same

When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I have made big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death

You can't help me now, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
On a sailor's suit and cap

Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils of this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainline into my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off than dead

Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jims in this town
And all the politicians making crazy sounds
And everybody putting everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cause when the smack begins to flow
And I really don't care anymore
Ah, when that heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
And thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
Oh, and I guess I just don't know

LITTLE KNOWN FACT... THIS SONG IS ACTUALLY ABOUT A TAMBOURINE MAN... BUT WHEN THE SONG WAS WRITTEN YOU COULDNT JUST COME OUT AND SAY "HEY TAMBOURINE MAN" SO IT WAS WRITTEN IN CODE

Mambo No 5 by Lou Bega

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mambo Number Five

One, two, three, four, five
Everybody in the car, so come on, let's ride
To the liquor store around the corner
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But I really don't wanna
Beer bust like I had last week
I must stay deep because talk is cheap

I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
And as I continue you know they getting sweeter
So what can I do? I really beg you, my Lord
To me is flirting it's just like sport, anything fly
It's all good, let me dump it, please set in the trumpet

A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica, here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man

Mambo Number Five

Jump up and down and move it all around
Shake your head to the sound
Put your hand on the ground
Take one step left and one step right
One to the front and one to the side
Clap your hand once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this then you doing it right

A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica, here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man

Trumpet, the trumpet
Mambo Number Five

A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita is all I need
A little bit of Tina is what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica, here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man

I do all to fall in love with a girl like you
'Cause you can't run and you can't hide
You and me gonna touch the sky

Mambo Number Five

MY IMPRESSION IS THAT THIS DUDE IS A PLAYA

Penny Lane by The Beatles

In Penny Lane, there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say, "Hello"

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
And little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mac
In the pouring rain, very strange

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean
It's a clean machine

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
A four of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway

In Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane!

I COULD SHOW YOU THE EXACT PLACE I WAS STANDINHG WHEN I FIRST HEARD THIS SONG. ITS ONE OF THOSE SONGS FOR ME.

The Song That Never Ends by Shari Lewis

This is the song that never ends.
Yes, it goes on and on, my friends.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue singing it forever just because... 

This is the song that never ends.
Yes, it goes on and on, my friends.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue singing it forever just because... 

This is the song that never ends.
Yes, it goes on and on, my friends.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue singing it forever just because... 

This is the song that never ends.
Yes, it goes on and on, my friends.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue singing it forever just because... 

This is the song that never ends.
Yes, it goes on and on, my friends.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue singing it forever just because... 

This is the song that never ends.
Yes, it goes on and on, my friends.
Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was,
And they'll continue singing it forever just because... 

THERE IS A THEORY THAT IF YOU SING THIS SONG LONG ENOUGH THAT YOU EVENUALLY COME BACK TO WHERE YOU STARTED.... I RECOMEND YOU CAREFULLY WATHCH ALL 10 HOURS...

You Better Go Now by Billie Holiday

You better go now
Because I like you much, too much

You have a way with you
You ought to know now
Just why I like you very much
The night was gay with you

There's the moon above
And it gives my heart a lot of swing
In your eyes there's love
And the way I feel it must be spring

I want you so now
You have lips I love to touch
You better go now
You better go, because
I like you much, too much

There's the moon above
And it gives my heart a lot of swing
In your eyes there's love
And the way I feel it must be spring

I want you so now
You have lips I love to touch
You better go now
You better go, because
I like you much, too much
You better go, because
I like you much, too much 

(WHISPERED) DUDE.... I THINK SHE LIKES YOU.