I took the good times, I'll take the bad timesīut while the song is lovely, the story behind it isn't. Yeah, I always liked the sentiment behind the song, which Billy Joel wrote for his first wife, Elizabeth Weber. Ohh, life is so peculiar that I often wonder whyĪ fork belongs with a knife you know(Mmmnn hmmm)Ĭorned beef is lost without cabbage (leftover cabbage?)(Yeah) When I'm up in the airplane there's nothing to do but fly When I don't care to listen there's nothing to do but talk (keep your big mouth shut) When I get tired of restin' there's nothing to do but walk (walk it off, Pops) Ohh, life is so peculiar but as everybody says that's lifeĪ bird can usually sing (love birds) (I do too)Ī pearl is made by an oyster (New Orleans?) (Rampart Street) Life is so peculiar that it makes you stop and thinkĪ fork belongs with a knife (it shore does)Ĭorned beef is lost without cabbage (I love cabbage) The ocean's only got water (and you can't drink it all up)Īnd when I go out to dinner there's nothing to wear but clothes (yeah)Īnd whenever I get sleepy there's nothing to do but doze (yeah)Īnd whenever I get thirsty there's nothing to do but drink The desert's only got sand (and that's grand) Ohh, life (tell 'em 'bout it, Pops)is so peculiar
Life is so peculiar but you can't stay home and brood When I look in the mirror there's nothing to comb but hairĪnd when I sit down to breakfast there's nothing to eat but food When I get up each morning there's nothing to breathe but air You get so warm in the sunshine (get my suntan) You get so wet in the rain (you know it too?) (Mmmnn Hmm) This song (also mentioned this one on another thread recently) is so upbeat and happy, and the interplay between Jordan and Satchmo (in parenthesis)is just grand: My pulse will be quickening with each drop of strychnine We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment,Įxcept for the few we take home to experiment. While we're poisoning pigeons in the park. So if Sunday you're free, why don't you come with me,Īnd we'll poison the pigeons in the park. They call it impiety and lack of propriety, We've gained notoriety, and caused much anxiety The sun's shining bright, everything seems all right, When they see us coming, the birdies all try and hide,īut they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.Įvery Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me, Of course, you are missing half the fun if you don't hear Tom Lehrer sing it -)īut there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,Īll the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon, So to save anyone looking it up, here are the lyrics. I agree this song will cheer up almost anyone. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah yeah, yeah, oh yeah (repeat to fade) Tell Me, Tell Me, Tell Me again and don't it feel good ( Oh yeah now)Īnd don't it feel good, don't it feel good, don't it feel good Now don't it (I say it, I say it, I say it again, now)Īnd don't it feel good don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it and I feel a love that's really real I'm On Sunshine Baby (Oh)Īnd don't it feel good (Hey) (All Right Now)Īnd don't it feel good (I say it, I say it, I say it again, now)Īnd don't it feel good (now don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't I feel a love that's really real I fell alive, I feel a love, Walkin' On Sunshine Walkin' On Sunshine (yeah) (Oh Yeah) I'm Walkin' On Sunshine (Whoa oh)Īnd don't it feel good (Hey) (All right now) And don't it feel good (yeah) I said Baby I just want You back and I want You to stay Now don't want You back for the weekend, not back for a day (na no no) I used to think maybe You love Me now I know that it's trueĪnd I don't wanna spend My whole life just a waitin' for You Now everytime I go for the mailbox gotta hold Myself downĬause I just can't wait till You write Me You're comin' aroundĪnd Don't it Feel Good (Hey) (All right now) And Don't it Feel Good (Hey) I used to think maybe You love Me, now Baby I'm sureĪnd I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door There'll be laughin' singin', and music swingin' This is an invitation, across the nation, There'll be dancin', they're dancin' in the street.
There'll be swingin' swayin', and records playin', I'll be home, I'll be beside the phone waiting for youĬause summer's here and the time is right "I'll be over at ten", you told me time and again So build me up buttercup, don't break my heart When you say you will but I love you still And then worst of all you never call, baby
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