Brown Eyed Girl
Karaoke Version
Live Version
Hey, where did we go, days when the rains came?
Down in a hollow, playin' a new game
Laughin' and a runnin', skippin' and a jumpin'
In the misty mornin' fog, ah, with our hearts a-thumpin'
And you, my brown-eyed girl
You're my brown-eyed girl
Now what ever happened? Tuesday is oh so slow
Goin' down the old mine with a transistor radio
Standin' in the sunlight laughin', hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall
Slippin' and a slidin' all along the waterfall
With you, my brown-eyed girl
You're my brown-eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing?
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
So hard to find my way now that I'm all on my own
Thought about it just the other day, my, where the time's all gone
Can't remember back then, Lord, sometimes I'm overcome
Thinkin' 'bout makin' love in the green grass behind the stadium
With you, my brown-eyed girl
You're my brown-eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing?
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da, yeah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da, oh
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Karaoke Version
Live Version
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin' weight without speed
Eatin' sunflower seeds
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bulgur wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Cheeseburger in paradise
Heaven on earth with an onion slice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old-time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
"Warm beer and bread," they say, "could raise the dead"
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
But times have changed for sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas, or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Cheeseburger in paradise
Medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Heaven on Earth with an onion slice
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer...
...for my cheeseburger in paradise?
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer?
Come Monday
Karaoke Version
Live Version
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day weekend show
I got my Hush Puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll
And honey, I didn't know
That I'd be missin' you so
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Yes, it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and westbound trains
And now you're off on vacation
Somethin' you tried to explain
And darlin', it's I love you so
That's the reason I just let you go
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I can't help it, honey
You're that much a part of me now
Remember that night in Montana when
We said there'd be no room for doubt?
I hope you're enjoyin' the scenery
I know that it's pretty up there
We can go hiking on Tuesday
With you I'd walk anywhere
California has worn me quite thin
I just can't wait to see you again
Come Monday, it'll be all right
Come Monday, I'll be holding you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A. haze
And I just want you back by my side
Little Miss Magic
Karaoke Version
Live Version
Constantly amazed
By the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me
Can't help but be appealing
She loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Sometimes I catch her dreamin'
And wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin' 'long the shore
Or cruisin' o'er the broad Savannah?
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday she's gonna learn how to fly
Oh, that I won't deny
I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Yes, she loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
Constantly amazed
By the blades of the fan on the ceiling
Those clever little looks she gives
Just can't help but be appealing
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
One day she's gonna learn how to fly
That I won't deny
I see a little more of me everyday
I feel a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Little Miss Magic, just can't wait to see
It's raining. It's pouring
Your old man is snoring
Margaritaville
Karaoke Version
Live Version
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front-porch swing
Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim
That there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
Don't know the reason
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand-new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim
That there's a woman to blame
Now I think, "Hell! It could be my fault."
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Wasting away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim
That there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's my own damn fault
Yes, and some people claim
That there's a woman to blame
And I know, it's my own damn fault
Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw
Karaoke Version
Live Version
I really do appreciate the fact you're sitting here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But your face don't look too clear
So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw
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