Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget. Untwinkle, little ee, my ainly pang'll be regret. A maiden I will dee but I'll turn into a nightingale. My song will warm thy heart.
When the rhythm calls. The government falls. Here come the cops. From Tokyo to Soweto, viva la musica pop. . We are black and white. And we dance all night down at the hop.
So faraway and so alone. How could I ever take you home. You're beautiful, beautiful. . You've got a devastating point of view. And everything you say is true.
We are havin' a hootenanny now. We are havin' a hootenanny now. Do-si-do down to our hoedown. Our rootin'-tootin' hootenanny. Havin' a hootenanny now.
Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street. There are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat. Everyone sings "Hallelujah" when my boy walks down the street.
W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C.. W A S H I N G T O N, baby, D.C.. . Washington, D.C., it's paradise to me. It's not because it is the grand old seat. Of precious freedom and democracy, no, no, no.
When I was a little boy way out in the the wood. I had neither friend nor toy, never knew I could. When I found this lonely road off I walked for good.