Lyrical Response

[PastaJoe]

i dreamed a dream
in time gone by,
when hope was high
and life worth living
i dream that love will never die
i dreamed that god would be forgiving
when i was young and unafraid
and dreams were made and used and wasted
but their's no ransom to be paid 

[muppy]

3, 4

 

When you were young
And your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live

But if this ever changin' world
In which we live in
Makes you give in and cry

 

Say live and let die
Live and let die
Yeah live and let die
Live and let die

[DD4Bills]

1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2

Polarize me
Sensitize me
Criticize me, civilize me
Compensate me
Animate me
Complicate me, elevate me

[PastaJoe]

1-2-3-4
Come on, baby
Say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

[muppy]

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

[PastaJoe]

ABC, it's easy
It's like counting up to three (one, two, three)
Sing a simple melody (Do-Re-Mi, ABC)
That's how easy love can be

[muppy]

Well, I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees, yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singin' to me now

[Bill from NYC]

Well, I've never been to heaven
But I've been to Oklahoma
Well, they tell me I was born there
But I really don't remember

In Oklahoma, not Arizona
What does it matter?
What does it matter?

[PastaJoe]

Arizona, take off your rainbow shades

Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my

Arizona, cut off your Indian braids

Arizona, hey, won't ya go my way? Hey

Arizona, take off your hobo shoes

Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my

Arizona, get off your 8-ball blues

Arizona, hey, won′t ya go my way?

[muppy]

I don't know why we always cry
This we must leave and get undone
We must engage and rearrange
And turn this planet back to one
So tell me why we got to die
And kill each other one by one?
We've got to hug and rub-a-dub
We've got to dance and be in love

But what I really want to know is
Are you gonna go my way?
And I got to got to know

[Bill from NYC]

And there I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with the splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already
If only I could hunt the hunter

And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance
Ah, aao, aao, aao, aa, aah

[PastaJoe]

Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door

[muppy]

And it's all because
Your mama don't dance
And your daddy don't rock and roll
Your mama don't dance
And your daddy don't rock and roll
When evening rolls around
And it's time to go to town
Where do you go
To rock and roll?

Where do you go

[PastaJoe]

I've seen your face a hundred times
Every day we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause, mama, mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home

[muppy]

On the day I went away, goodbye
Was all I had to say, now I
I want to come again and stay, oh my my
Smile, and that will mean that I may

'Cause I've seen blue skies, through the tears
In my eyes
And I realize, I'm going home