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Oh when the nukes /go dropping in

Oh when the nukes /go dropping in

Lord I want to be elsewhere, oh please

When the missiles go overhead

Oh then go shrieks! Fake news non stop

Oh then go shrieks! Fake news non stop

Oh, when the stars fall from the sky

Oh, when the stars fall from the sky

Ah-la-ba-ma to Al-ber-tah

Is his-to-ry-Aint it sad?

Oh, when the moon turns red with blood

Oh, when the moon turns red with blood

Lord I want to fly home by you

Oh when the fools rip the world apart

I want to lay my head and sleep!

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Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall

Humpty Dumpty said: raise this wall

But down south, over the border

Holle’ed they: With gringo no palaver!

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O say can you see, by the mists rising fast

Some one strutting some one torching Shylock’s last rest place,

You know who with hate and fear in lather cast

Now dare desecrate graves, is it against his race

Or the unmanly vice, what his elders improv’d

Having nothing else to impart, -hate is rude,

But with that rallying battle-cry rises hate wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

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The Cloths of heaven

 

Had I the gumption I would pass for real

Scholar in mortar-board, you may well

Believe yonder yokel is Jackass

Of first rate mind, but given up, yes

His higher calling for hard labour :

But I being born with circumstance

I have no choice but walk the line, sir:

My learning is’nt what I intend practise.

benny

 

 

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light;

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

WB Yeats

 

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Wall Street Blues

Westmoreland: O that we have the dope

But one fool perchance can undo all these boodle

By idle talk, mind you sirs!

Harry: How do you then we go

About or conceal from the Board, tell me.

If we are thick as thieves, we act as one

To do our country loss; and if we run

We abscond with lock stock and barrel, not a dime

Left behind. Not a word, to the Press,we have ‘t all.

By Jove, I am not sweating for gold,

Nor care I whose pension funds doth feed me;

Such outward things are for others to worry.

But if it be a sin to covet wealth,

I am the most offending soul alive….

benny

Original version

WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here

But one ten thousand of those men in England

That do no work to-day!

KING. What’s he that wishes so?

My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;

If we are mark’d to die, we are enow

To do our country loss; and if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

It yearns me not if men my garments wear;

Such outward things dwell not in my desires.

But if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Creeps while this default earn penal interest!

To the last syllable of recorded time

My name shall ill-spoken be: a spendthrift’s fate;

Do I walk debtor’s path or pay up head high

Or pledge my walking shadow to creditors

All sundry,- and nod in surrender?

Life is an idiot who holds the cash-box

Signifying nothing

For those who live to spend spend, spend.

Original version

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

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Chorus:

Oh the weather outside is weirder

And rain in May no more harder

Than hailstones pelting Boom Boom!

Let it Boom,Let it Boom Let it Boom

i.

It doesn’t show signs of stopping

But we sure gotta do some shovelling:

If the roof comes down Oh yes

Say Vaya Con Dios, Amigos ( Chorus)

ii

Back in Mexico Sun o’erhead-

How do I miss that ciuadad!

We are all legal immigrants

It’s no use, it’s no use, it’s no use (Chorus)

iii

The booze is slowly dryin’

Amigos, we’re still cryin’

If the roof comes down Oh yes

Say Vaya Con Dios, Amigos ( Chorus)

Let It Snow

Oh the weather outside is frightful, 

But the fire is so delightful,

And since we’ve no place to go,

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn’t show signs of stopping,

And I’ve bought some corn for popping,

The lights are turned way down low,

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight,

How I’ll hate going out in the storm!

But if you’ll really hold me tight,

All the way home I’ll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,

And, my dear, we’re still good-bying,

But as long as you love me so,

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

(Lyrics and music by Sammy Kahn and Jule Styne)

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