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Oo-De-Lally
01:43
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Robin Hood and Little Jon walking through the forest
Laughing back an forth at what the othern has to say
Reminiscin this an that having such a good time
Oodelally oodelally golly what a day
Never ever thinking there was danger in the water
They were drinking, they’d just guzzle it down
Never dreaming that a scheming sheriff and his posse
Was a-watchin them and gathering around
Robin Hood and Little Jon runnin through the forest
Junpin fences dodging trees and trying to get away
Contemplating nothing but escaping finally making it
Oodelally oodelally golly what a day
Oodelally oodelally golly what a day
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2. |
Not In Nottingham
03:07
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Every town has its ups and downs
Sometimes ups outnumber the downs
But not in Nottingham
I’m inclined to believe,
If we were so down
We’d up and leave
We’d up and fly if we had wings for flying
Can’t you see the tears we’re crying
Can’t there be some happiness for me
Not in Nottingham
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3. |
Love
03:14
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Love, It seems like only yesterday
You were just a child at play
Now you're all grown up inside of me
Oh, how fast those moments flee
Once we watched a lazy world go by
Now the days seem to fly
Life is brief, but when it's gone
Love goes on and on
Love will live
Love will last
Love goes on and on and on
Once we watched a lazy world go by
Now the days seem to fly
Life is brief, but when it's gone
Love goes on and on
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Oh the world will sing of an English King
A thousand years from now
And not because he passed some laws
Or had that lofty brow
While bonny good King Richard leads
The great crusade he's on
We'll all have to slave away
For that good-for-nothin' John
Incredible as he is inept
Whenever the history books are kept
They'll call him the phony king of England
A pox on the phony king of England!
He sits alone on a giant throne
Pretendin' he's the king
A little tyke who's rather like
A puppet on a string
And he throws an angry tantrum
if he cannot have his way
And then he calls for Mum while he's suckin' his thumb
You see, he doesn't want to play
Too late to be known as John the First
He's sure to be known as John the worst
A pox on that phony king of England!
Lay that country on me babe
While he taxes us to pieces and he robs us of our bread
King Richards crown keeps slippin down around that pointed head
But while there is a merry man in Robin’s wily pack
We’ll find a way to make him pay and steal our money back
A minute before he knows we’re there ole rob will snatch his underwear
The breezy and the neezy king of England
Snivelin, grovelin
Measaly, weasaly
Ramblin, Jabberin
Jibberin, Jabberin
Plunderin, Plottin
Wheelin, Dealin
Prince John that phony king of England
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5. |
May The Best Man Win
02:17
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May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Win
Way out west a rich old man had two such different sons
Eli spoke with Bible raised and Eli spoke with guns
Daddy Bloodshay left a will and Eli said that’s fair
But Billy said no, lets fight it out so I can get your share
May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Win
The mayor said folks lets work it out by setting up a race
And everyone said poor preacher man, he’ll fall right on his face
Eli was a city boy and Billy knew the land
Please don’t go the schoolmarn begged but Eli took a stand
May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Wiiiiiiiiiiin
When they meet, it’ll be like hot lead and cold feet
When they meet, it’ll be like hot lead and cold feet
On that street, it’ll be like hot lead and cold feet
hot lead and cold feet
hot lead and cold feet
hot lead and cold feet
hot lead and cold feeeeeeeeet
May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Wiiiiiiiiiiiin
Daddy Bloodshay left a will and Eli said that’s fair
But Billy said no, lets fight it out so I can get your share
May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Win
May The Best Man Wiiiiiiiiiiiiin
When they meet, it’ll be like hot lead and cold feet
When they meet, it’ll be like hot lead and cold feet
On that street, it’ll be like hot lead and cold feet
hot lead and cold feet
hot lead and cold feet
hot lead and cold feet
hot lead and cold feeeeeeeeet
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6. |
I Wanna Be Like You
01:58
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Now I'm the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I'm tired of monkeyin' around!
Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true
An ape like me
Can learn to be humen too
Now here's your part of the deal, cuz
Lay the secret on me of man's red fire
But I don't know how to make fire )
Now don't try to kid me, mancub
I made a deal with you
What I desire is man's red fire
To make my dream come true
Give me the secret, mancub
Clue me what to do
Give me the power of man's red flower
So I can be like you
You!
I wanna be like you
I wanna talk like you
Walk like you, too
You'll see it's true
Someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like me
Can learn to be
Like someone like you
Can learn to be
Like someone like me!
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7. |
Bare Necessities
02:14
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Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn't be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin' in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That's why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
Next time beware
Don't pick the prickly pear by the paw
When you pick a pear
Try to use the claw
But you don't need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big pawpaw
Have I given you a clue?
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
'Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You're working too hard
And don't spend your time lookin' around
For something you want that can't be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin' about it
I'll tell you something true
The bare necessities of life will come to you
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8. |
Davey Crockett
02:02
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Borned on a mountain top in Tennessee,
Greenest state in the land of the free.
Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree,
Kilt him a bear when he was only three.
Davy, Davy Crockett King of the Wild Frontier.
Fought single handed through the Injun war,
Till the Creeks was whipped and peace was in store.
And while he was handling this risky chore,
Made hisself a legend, forevermore.
Davy, Davy Crockett the man who don't know fear.
He went off to Congress and served a spell
Fixin' up the government and laws as well.
He Took over Washington, so I hear tell,
And patched up a crack in the Liberty Bell.
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear.
When he come home, his politickin' done,
Why the western march had just begun.
So he packed his gear, and his trusty gun
And lit out grinnin' to follow the sun.
Davy, Davy Crockett, Leadin the Pioneer.
He heard of Houston and Austin and so’s
To the Texas plains he just had to go
There freedom was a fightin another foe
And they needed him at the Alamoe
Davy, Davy Crockett King of the Wild Frontier
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9. |
Whale of A Tale
02:23
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Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo
There was Mermaid Minnie,
Met her down in Madagaskar
She would kiss me, any time that I would ask her
Then one evening her flame of love blew out
Blow me down and pick me up!
She swapped me for a trout
Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo
There was Typhoon Tessie, met her on the coast of Java
When we kissed I bubbled up like molten lava
Then she gave me the scare of my young life
Blow me down and pick me up!
She was the captain's wife
Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo
Then there was Harpoon Hannah
Had a look that spelled out danger
My heart quivered when she whispered
“I’m there stranger”
Bought her trinkets, that sailors can’t afford (Sailors can’t afford ‘DEEP’)
And when I spent my last red cent she tossed me overboard
Got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lads
A whale of a tale or two
'Bout the flappin' fish and the girls I've loved
On nights like this with the moon above
A whale of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo
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10. |
The Age of Not Believing
02:19
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When you rush around in hopeless circles
Searching everywhere for something true
You’re at the age of not believing
When all the make believe is through
When you set aside your childhood hero’s
And your dreams are lost upon a shelf
You’re at the age of not believing
And worst of all you doubt yourself
You’re a castaway where noone hears you
On a barren isle in a lonely sea
Where did all the happy endings go?
Where can all the good times be?
You must face the age of not believing
Doubting everything you ever knew
Until at last you star believing
There’s something wonderful in you
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11. |
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Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at.
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat,
'cause everything else is obsolete.
Now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he can set music back
to the caveman days.
I've heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
but a cat's the only cat
who knows how to swing.
Who wants to dig
a long-haired gig
or stuff like that?
When everybody wants to be a cat.
A square with that horn,
makes you wish you weren't born,
ever'time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he's gonna set this music back
to the Stone Age days.
Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat's the only cat
who knows where it's at;
while playin' jazz you always has a Welcome mat,
'cause everybody digs a swingin' cat.
Everybody digs a swingin' cat.
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12. |
Edelweiss
02:17
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Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss,Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever.
Small and white clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss,Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever
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Benjamin Baker Nashville, Tennessee
Benjamin Baker is Bob Dylan with sunburn. He’s Counting Crows with soul. He’s Bruce Springsteen’s long lost son that was raised by Simon and Garfunkel. In other words, Benjamin Baker is a whimsical hobo in training that happens to sing and strum a guitar simultaneously. ... more
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