DD4Bills

Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes. And eyes and ears and mouth and nose. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.

This one has been a go-to favorite since it came out in 1997. A guitar-oriented interpretation of Christmas classics by some top axemen of the day.

When the daylight is falling down into the night And the sharks try to cut a big piece out of life It feels alright to go out to catch an outrageous thrill But it's more like spinning wheels of fortune Which never stand still Big city, big city nights You keep me burning Big city, big city nights

… Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius I don't feel any pain A little fall of rain Can hardly hurt me now You're here, that's all I need to know And you will keep me safe And you will keep me close And rain will make the flowers grow

Well, I'm a-standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona Such a fine sight to see It's a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford Slowin' down to take a look at me

Across the River Styx out of the lamplight His nemesis is waiting at the gate The Snow Dog – ermine glowing in the dampnight Coal black eyes, shimmering with hate By-Tor and the Snow Dog Square for battle, let the fray begin

I turn my face to the sun Close my eyes Let my defenses down All those wounds That I can't get unwound I let my past go too fast No time to pause If I could slow it all down Like some captain Whose ship runs aground I can wait until the tide comes around

So caught up in you, little girl And I never did suspect a thing So caught up in you, little girl That I never want to get myself free And baby it's true You're the one Who caught me baby you taught me How good it could be

Indeed...and this made me chuckle.

Times are hard You're afraid to pay the fee So you find yourself somebody Who can do the job for free When you need a bit of lovin' 'Cause your man is out of town That's the time you get me runnin' And you know I'll be around I'm a fool to do your dirty work Oh yeah I don't wanna do your dirty work No more I'm a fool to do your dirty work Oh yeah

In my life, there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again Can't stop now, I've travelled so far To change this lonely life I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I know you can show me Oh, oh-oh, oh (ooh)

'Cause for the first time in forever There'll be music, there'll be light For the first time in forever I'll be dancing through the night

There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go There is moonlight and moss in the trees Down the seven bridges road

For the player and the refs

Half the world talks With half a mind on what they say Half the world walks With half a mind to run away Half the world lies Half the world learns Half the world flies As half the world turns

Papa, don't preach, I'm in trouble deep Papa, don't preach, I've been losing sleep But I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, hm I'm gonna keep my baby, hm

I'm just mad about saffron A-saffron's mad about me I'm-a just mad about saffron She's just mad about me They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow (Quite rightly) They call me mellow yellow

Very nice! Bonus points for the bass player's t-shirt.

I've been to Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo Tocopilla, Barranquilla, and Padilla, I'm a killer

Stay away from my window Stay away from my back door, too Disconnect the telephone line Relax baby and draw that blind Kick off your shoes and sit right down Loosen off that pretty French gown Let me pour you a good long drink Ooh baby don't you hesitate 'cause Tonight's the night It's gonna be alright 'Cause I love you girl Ain't nobody gonna stop us now

I don't believe in destiny Or the guiding hand of fate I don't believe in forever Or love as a mystical state I don't believe in the stars or the planets Or angels watching from above But I believe there's a ghost of a chance We can find someone to love And make it last

Young enough not to care too much About the way things used to be I'm young enough to remember the future The past has no claim on me I'm old enough not to care too much About what you think of me But I'm young enough to remember the future The way things ought to be

Alone, listless Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violence Center of her own attention, the Mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it Tries to make her proud The shades go down, it's in her head Painted room, can't deny there's something wrong

Come hear Uncle John's Band, playing to the tide Come with me or go alone He's come to take his children home

No one sucks the life out of a huge divisional win quite like the two yahoos on the WGR post-game show, Schopp and Bulldog. Negative, condescending, crotchety old men (and I know what I’m talking about because I’m one too). this win was tough, hard-fought and nerve wracking…the post-game show doesn’t need to be that too!