Day: June 3, 2025

When will the clouds all blow it away When will the good people have their say Now I hope you're still around to see the day Take a while, think about it Take a while, think about it Take a while, think about it Who's here to tell what is up or down Who can...

Flatbush boy cruising Sheepshead Bay His boardwalk mama just a sniff away Underground DMT, riding thunder train The Coney Island white fish boy is on the run again Ooh, running with the pack Ooh, and never looking back Ooh, know's just where he's been That Coney Island white fish boy's Been there and back again...

I got a reefer headed woman She fell right down from the sky (Good Lord) Whoa, I got a reefer headed a woman She fell right down from the sky Well, I gots to drink me a two-fifths of whiskey Just to get half as high When the good Lord made that woman He sure...

Woo! Take a walk in the warm New England sun Ain't no time to look for clues You get the point from Uncle Sam's loaded gun Who be the hand that light the fuse, ah A take a look, take a look at my old billy goat He used to raise all kinds of hell...

I met a babe in a backseat drive-in Back in the saddle she'd sit Pulled on the reins just to keep me rising She loved to chomp at the bit Daddy do it, ooh, just do it Daddy do it, please let me see Do it, please just do it daddy Do it, do it,...

Seems like the other day My baby went away She went away, cross the sea It's been two years or so Since I saw my baby go And then this letter came for me It said that we was through She found somebody new Oh, let me think, let me think What shall I do...

Ooh, on the beach in Cartegena She, salty baby with the name Oh, chiquita No no, chiquita She, takes me walking in the sunshine She, she'll be loving until the moon shine Love chiquita Oh, love chiquita She, got the poppy eyed desire Tease, 'til the boys put out your fire Love chiquita Oh, love...

1971, we all heard the starters gun New York was such a pity But at Max's Kansas City we won We all shot the shit at the bar With Johnny O' Toole and his scar And then old Clive Davis said He's surely gonna make us a star I'm going to make you a star...

Well I tried everything Just to get along with you And I'm gonna tell you just What I'm gonna do Well I'm sick of all your crying When you should be leaving me alone If you don't believe me You pack my bag, I'm gone Won't you please A don't that sun look good goin'...

Uh! Going downtown, going down, going down Neath the city, eating ground round Underground is pretty gritty I turned the screw she held the light That's when I knew she was a Sight for sore eyes She was a sight for sore eyes She was a sight for sore eyes She was a sight for...