El
Condor Pasa
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would
If I could, I surely would
I'd rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would
If I only could, I surely would
Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
A man gets tied up to the cross
He gives the world its saddest sound,
Its saddest sound
I'd rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would
If I could, I surely would
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet,
Yes I would.
If I only could, I surely would.
Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
A man gets tied up to the cross
He gives the world its saddest sound,
Its saddest sound
Keep the Customer Satisfied
Gee, but it's great to be back home
Home is where I want to be
I've been on the road so long my friend
And if you came along
I know you couldn't disagree
It's the same old story
Everywhere I go
I get slandered
Libeled
I hear words I never heard in the Bible
And I'm one step ahead of the shoe shine
Two steps away from the county line
Just trying to keep my customers satisfied
Satisfied
Deputy Sheriff said to me
Tell me what you come here for, boy
You better get your bags and flee
You're in trouble boy and now you're heading into more
It's the same old story
Everywhere I go
I get slandered
Libeled
I hear words I never heard in the Bible
And I'm one step ahead of the shoe shine
Two steps away from the county line
Just trying to keep my customers satisfied
Satisfied
But it's the same old story
Everywhere I go
I get slandered
Libeled
I hear words I never heard in the Bible
And I'm so tired, I'm oh oh oh so tired
But I try to keep my customers satisfied
Satisfied
The Boxer
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie
Here's To You Mrs. Robinson
Simon & Garfunkel
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know,
whoa-whoa-whoa.
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
hey, hey, hey.
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files.
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself.
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes.
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home.
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know,
whoa-whoa-whoa.
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes.
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons are there.
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids.
Koo koo catchoo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know,
whoa-whoa-whoa.
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the candidate's debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it, when you've got to choose.
Every way you look at this you lose.
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
Our nation turns it's lonely eyes to you.
Whoo, hoo, hoo.
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Jumpin' Joe has left and gone away.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey. |