I'm not talking Well that's all I got to say If I said things were splendid Our mom might be offended If I said things were awful It may just be unlawful
Can you judge a man By the way he wears his hair? Can you read his mind By the clothes that he wears? Can you see a bad man By the pattern on his tie?
Don't know where to run to, Don't know where to hide. See my future coming, Like the rising of the tide. But I lost you, Lost you woman. The only woman
The day's gonna come Just wait and see When we'll be together Just you and me The world outside Won't tell no lies Won't have no say Won't criticize '
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Cars and girls are easy come by in this day and age, Laughing, joking, drinking, smoking, Till I've spent my wage. When I was young
(Russell / Farrell) Hang on sloopy Sloopy, hang on Hang on sloopy Sloopy, hang on Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town All the little girls there
See the stars come joining down from the sky, Gently passing, they kiss your tears when you cry. See the wind of summer blow your hair upon your head,
(J. Patton / K. Rogers) You say hop and I'll hop You say stop and I'll stop You say come and I come Oh anything you say I'm like a hunk of clay I'm
Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My eyes just hurt my brain. But
Ten little Indians, Standing in a line. One stood looking at another man's wife, Then there were nine. Nine little Indians, Their hearts were full of
Aboard a train I met a dame She was a hipster Man a real gone dame She wasn't pretty For New York City As we strut down on that ol' fairlane With a heave
I can't make your way. Silly men, they all get worried, Live their life so worthlessly, Troubled, bothered, flustered, hurried, They should take a look
Strollin' on, 'Cos it's all gone, The reason why. You made me cry, By tellin' me, You didn't see. The future bore, Our love no more. If you want to know
(Calvin Carter) I got a Maserati G.T. With snakeskin upholstery I got a charge account at Goldblatt's But I ain't got you I got a closet full of clothes
(H. G. Demarais) Good morning, little schoolgirl Good morning, little schoolgirl Can I go home with you? Won't you let me go home with you So I can hug
Baby I got a problem, Don't know what to do. Baby I got a problem, I don't know what to do. Can't find the words to describe you, woman, None I got will
I'm searching for my baby, Well I think I'm gonna cry. I'm searching for my baby, I think I'm gonna cry, yeah. I can't find that woman, No matter how