Back To Work
Chorus:
Hey here comes joe now running down the street, hey joe!
He must have news the way he moves his feet, hey joe!
He's coming from the meeting with the boss, hey joe!
I hope they didn't throw him for a loss, hey joe!
He must have news about the strike, I wonder what it's like
Hey joe! hey joe! hey joe, don't be so slow!
Tell us, joe! spill it, joe! joe, what do you know?
Joe:
What do I know?
I ain't heard as good news since lord knows when
For the strike is over, boys
Back to work again!
Chorus:
Yeah!
Joe:
The fighting's through now
There's no more fuss
For the strike is over, boys
Back to work for us!
Chorus:
Yeah!
Joe:
We gave a little, and we took a little
It was quite a fight but things came out all right!
Shout to the rafters, let yourselves go
For the striking all is done, let's have fun
The day is won, back to work we go!
Chorus:
Yeah!
Back to work again!
Back to work for us! joe:
We gave a little, and we took a little. we gave and we took--
It was quite a fight it was quite a fight
Joe:
But things came out all right!
Shout to the rafters, let yourselves go
For the striking all is done
Joe and chorus:
Let's have fun
The day is won, back to work we go!
Back to work, joe!
Back to work, joe!
Back to work we go!
Chorus:
Hey here comes joe now running down the street, hey joe!
He must have news the way he moves his feet, hey joe!
He's coming from the meeting with the boss, hey joe!
I hope they didn't throw him for a loss, hey joe!
He must have news about the strike, I wonder what it's like
Hey joe! hey joe! hey joe, don't be so slow!
Tell us, joe! spill it, joe! joe, what do you know?
Joe:
What do I know?
I ain't heard as good news since lord knows when
For the strike is over, boys
Back to work again!
Chorus:
Yeah!
Joe:
The fighting's through now
There's no more fuss
For the strike is over, boys
Back to work for us!
Chorus:
Yeah!
Joe:
We gave a little, and we took a little
It was quite a fight but things came out all right!
Shout to the rafters, let yourselves go
For the striking all is done, let's have fun
The day is won, back to work we go!
Chorus:
Yeah!
Back to work again!
Back to work for us! joe:
We gave a little, and we took a little. we gave and we took--
It was quite a fight it was quite a fight
Joe:
But things came out all right!
Shout to the rafters, let yourselves go
For the striking all is done
Joe and chorus:
Let's have fun
The day is won, back to work we go!
Back to work, joe!
Back to work, joe!
Back to work we go!
Status Quo
Are you ready to hear your lesson for the day?
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
Are you ready to learn what history has to say?
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
Then take your books and follow me to 1776 ad
And as the history page is turned we will see what we can learn
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
In 1776 tom paine was writing books with a might and main
The tory said "now man alive"
Stop giving out with this here liberty jive
-Stop giving out with this here liberty jive
Don't sing of people's rights that way
They might believe in what you say
So stop your song it's not polite
Pipe down before you start a fight
-You don't say, teacher, is that right?
Aha, but tom paine looked ahead
And to those tories thomas said no, no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by saying whoa
And sitting on your status quo
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher! yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
To washington at valley forge
A wise guy whispered slow down, george
Why start up trouble for the king
This freedom racket is a corny thing
-This freedom racket is a corny thing
Your troops are ickys they can't move
You'll never get them in the groove
So if you're wise, you'll just lay low
And play with the guys that have the dough
-You don't say teacher, is that so?
Aha, but george just looked ahead
And to that tory georgie said...no...no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by saying whoa
And sitting on your status quo
-Yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
Now paul revere saw a bellfry light
And that boy rode to town one night
Sang to the farmers near and far
Here come the british beating eight to the bar
One slippery tory said now paul
You're manners aren't nice at all
Turn back, don't be an old hep cat
The right people don't sing like that
-Butpaul revere turn him down flat
Aha, that's right, he rode ahead
And to that tory paul just said, no, no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by saying whoa
And sitting on your status quo
Yes, teacher! yes, teacher! yes, teacher
So, students now you're hep, don't stop!
Keep stepping to that freedom hop
Although the tory's beef and blow
To keep you sitting on your status quo
-To keep you sitting on your status quo
When they say let's stand still a bit
Give up some rights, no harm in it
Remember those are just the tricks
That did not work in 76
-Now ain't that right, the same old tricks?
Though torys talk: don't be misled
And do what all those others said
No, no, no, no
When you got to go, you got to go
You can't stand still on freedom's track
If you don't go forward, you go back
You can't giddyup by saying whoa
And sitting on your status ..
Sitting on, yes, sittin' on your, status..
Quo! Oh!
When I Grow Up (The G-Man Song)
Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out
Like a giant juggernaut
Happy hours, golden showers
On a cruise to freak you out
We could fly a helicopter
Nothing left to talk about
Entertain you, celebrate you
I'll be back to frame you
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Trying hard to fit among you
Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected, god I'm pregnant
Damn the consequences
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Blood and blisters on my fingers
Chaos rules when we're apart
Watch my temper I go mental
I'll try to be gentle
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up in shreds and let it go
How you like it best, you let me know
Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out
Like a giant juggernaut
Happy hours, golden showers
On a cruise to freak you out
We could fly a helicopter
Nothing left to talk about
Entertain you, celebrate you
I'll be back to frame you
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Trying hard to fit among you
Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected, god I'm pregnant
Damn the consequences
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Blood and blisters on my fingers
Chaos rules when we're apart
Watch my temper I go mental
I'll try to be gentle
When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up in shreds and let it go
How you like it best, you let me know
Four Little Angels Of Peace
Four little angels of peace are we
Loving our neighbors so peacefully
There's really no harm if we do not disarm
For we always in close harmony
Four little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
With fall or with friend
We will fight to the end
Just for peace, peace, peace..
Though we butchered the boss
And I've own made the choice
And slaughter the irish no end
Though I'm injured and poor
Slaying hoard upon hoard
We're but playing the part of a friend
Yes, our arms we ain't twist
But we'll be elected for peace
Except in the case of the crook
We conquered both spears
Now we're up to our ears
Just trying to keep what we took
Three little angels of peace are we
Living together so blissfully
Oh, we never fight unless
We're on the right
But we're always in the right, you see?
Three little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
Until we are wrecks
We'll break each other's necks
Just for peace, peace, peace..
In japan we've the right
In a generous night
But the emperor knows peace is finer
It isn't our fault it's a case of absurd
We're picked down and buried by china
Oh, how we're deplored
I glad did it for the world
We're a nation of poets and thinkers
Also, though we bound without pity
And lay west to his city
It's because all the chinese are stinkers
Two little angels of peace are we
Living together in amity
We'll sign any pack saying we won't attack
But it's just a mere formality
Two little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
We try to keep calm
When we gas, we bump
Just for peace, peace, peace..
Now I know that our war
Is a thing to have horror
And that peaceful fill out
When we hope we have
With our love from the start
I atrocious did all my part
To civilize nearly the hope we have
Though you call me sadistic
Imperialistic
My armies required a quarry
And though we may slave
What's a splendid day today
After all that we'll say that we're sorry
Though I fall for the urge
Of a nice bloody purge
And living my way I was carrying on
Though I clean up my schmutz
Would I hear nazi putz
It is all for the sake of the aryan
My ambitions are small
I want nothing at all
My plans wouldn't be any littler
Now that austria's nazi
It will be hazy-gazy
To put the whole world under hitler
Four little angels of peace are we
Drinking with older of saintity
Though we slaughter the meek
We confirm every week
And we talk it over peacefully
Four little angels of peace are we
There is one thing on which we agree
We'll shout and we'll shell
We'll get each other's hell
Just for peace, peace, peace..
What Good Is Love?
Everywhere I go
I hear sweet songs about the moon
Songs about the stars above
And songs of love and june
Songs of hearts that beat as one
To some sweet lovers tune
But they're not songs that sing for me
Songs about the dream that lies
Within a lover's eyes
Songs about the cloudless sky
And lover's paradise
Songs about the joys of love
And lovers lullabies
But there not songs that sing for me
What good is love?
If you have to face
Cold hungry days and sighing
What good is love?
If life's just a race
To keep your heart from crying
Let the poet sing of skies above
And endless love
And hearts that dance
Where is my chance?
For the call of romance
What good is love?
If you haven't got
All that makes life worth living
What good is love?
If you haven't got
Even a thing worth giving
You can keep your little songs
That sing of all the joy that love can bring
What good's romance?
What good is love to me?
You can keep your little songs
That sing of all the joy that love can bring
What good's romance?
What good is love to me?
Everywhere I go
I hear sweet songs about the moon
Songs about the stars above
And songs of love and june
Songs of hearts that beat as one
To some sweet lovers tune
But they're not songs that sing for me
Songs about the dream that lies
Within a lover's eyes
Songs about the cloudless sky
And lover's paradise
Songs about the joys of love
And lovers lullabies
But there not songs that sing for me
What good is love?
If you have to face
Cold hungry days and sighing
What good is love?
If life's just a race
To keep your heart from crying
Let the poet sing of skies above
And endless love
And hearts that dance
Where is my chance?
For the call of romance
What good is love?
If you haven't got
All that makes life worth living
What good is love?
If you haven't got
Even a thing worth giving
You can keep your little songs
That sing of all the joy that love can bring
What good's romance?
What good is love to me?
You can keep your little songs
That sing of all the joy that love can bring
What good's romance?
What good is love to me?
Mene, Mene, Tekel
I don't recall all of the lyrics, particularly the bridge, but here is what i
Remember:
The king of babylon, belshazzer
He was a mean old razzledazzer
He never paid no income taxes
The big shot of the babylon-jerusalem axis
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
U-oo-pharsin
The king of babylon, belshazzer
The king of babylon, belshazzer
He was a mean old razzledazzer
Sittin' with his wives and concubines
A-shovin' in fried chicken and impor-orted wines
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
You-oo-pharsin
The king of babylon, belshazzer
He was a mean old razzledazzer
He never paid no income taxes
The bigshot of the babylon-jerusalem axis
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
You-oo-pharsin
(Bridge: the lyric about the finger appearing
I don't remember. but when the king saw it...)
The king grew cold where he was sittin'
The finger wrote, and havin' written
It vanished slowly overhead
And this is what the writng of the go-ood lord said
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
You-oo-pharsin
The king grew cold where he was sittin'
The finger wrote and having written
It vanished slowly overhead
And this is what the writing of the good lord said
Mene, mene, tekel, tekel, tekel
Mene, mene, tekel
You-oo-pharsin