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Father Vivian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up a batter
For the pancakes in his flock
He was getting rather bleary
(He forgot to watch the clock)

'Cause the night before behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked -- yes!
The night before behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked it -- he stroked it!
The night before behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his smo-o-o-o-o-ock
He stroked his smock!
Which set him off in such a frenzy
He sang "Lock Around the Crock"
And he topped it off with a --
And he topped it off with a --
And he topped it off with a --
Woo - ooo - ooh
Woo - ooo - ooh
Woo - ooo - ooh
As he stumbled on his cock
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock!
Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
He ... shouted ... down ... the block ...

Dominus vobiscum
Et cum spiritu tuo

Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes just for Saintly Alfonzo
They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town

Good morning your highness
Wooo-oooh
I ate your snowshoes
Oooh-oooh.
 
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
 
Well it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go cat go
But don't you, step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes!

Cheers, og
 
Walk in my shoes
This hurt inside is too much for me
Just walk in my shoes
You'll see I want the love that used to be

Try on my heartache
Go ahead and try it on for size
Just walk in my shoes
Then you'll see through someone else's eyes.

Cheers, og
 
It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down

It's a fool's game
Nothing but a fool's game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown

It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Love him 'til your arms break
Then he let's you down

It ain't right with love to share
When you find he doesn't care for you
It ain't wise to need someone
As much as I depended on you
 
Somebody loan me a dime
Need to call my old time usta be
Somebody loan me a dime
Need to call my old time usta be
Little girl's been gone so long
Dontcha know it's worryin' me
Yeah, it's worryin' me.
 
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love

Now because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah)
And have a big fine car, oh yes you do now
Do you think I can afford to give you my love (oh yeah)
You think you're higher than every star above

Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love

Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit
You made 'em cry, many poor girls cry
When they try to keep you happy, they just try to keep you satisfied

Mr. Big Stuff, tell me tell me
Who do you think you are
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
 
"Feeling better now that we're through
Feeling better, 'cause I'm over you
I've learned my lesson, it left a scar
And now I see how you really are
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good
I'm gonna say it again
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Baby, you're no good..."

Cheers, og
 
You hand in your ticket and you go to watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you after he hears you speak
And says: "How does it feel to be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible!" as he hands you a bone
And something is happening here but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
 
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I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're a 'rocket scientist'
That don't impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch...

Cheers, og
 
I'm talking with a tight red sweater
I'm feelin' like Eddie Vedder
Only twice as cool, when she starts winkin'
I'm just so easily led, when the little head does the thinkin'.
 
A one-eyed Jack rode to Monterey in the heat of the blazing sun.
When Sheriff Longworth saw Kid Rio, he strapped on his fast gun.
The sheriff didn't trust the one eyed Jack nor the deadly smile he wore.
An' when that night he shamed Louisa, in vengeance the sheriff swore.

[Chorus:]
Beware of the one-eyed Jacks, especially if they're wild.
One-eyed Jacks are deadly, even when they smile.
Never trust a one-eyed Jack with his cold, cold heart of stone.
He will only show one side to you, for his soul is the devil's own.

Cheers, og
 
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy

All around in my home town
They're trying to track me down
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy
For the life of a deputy, but I say

I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense

Sheriff John Brown always hated me
For what I don't know
Every time that I plant a seed
He said, "Kill it before it grows"
He said, "Kill it before it grows", I say

I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
 
From this day on I own my father's gun
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun
I laid his broken body in Southern land
It wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands.
 
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Old man lying
by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Cheers, og
 
Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy now...

Cheers, og
 
Yeah, the other night I laid sleeping
And I woke from a terrible dream
So I caught up my pal Jack Daniel's
And his partner Jimmy Beam
And we drank alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself.
 
Don't sleep in the subway, darlin'
Don't stand in the pouring rain
Don't sleep in the subway, darlin'
The night is long
Forget your foolish pride
Nothing's wrong
Now you're beside me again.
 
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