A Windmill In Old Amsterdam

(originally posted on Thursday, September 07, 2006)
A Windmill In Old Amsterdam
A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam
A windmill with a mouse in and he wasn't grousin'
He sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"

Chorus:
I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah

This mouse he got lonesome,
he took him a wife
A windmill with mice in,
it's hardly surprisin'
She sang every morning, "How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"

Chorus

First they had triplets and then they had quins
A windmill with quins in, and triplets and twins in
They sang every morning, "How lucky we are
Living in a windmill in Amsterdam, ya!"

Chorus

The daughters got married and so did the sons
The windmill had christ'nin's when no one was list'nin'
They all sang in chorus, "How lucky I am
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"

Chorus

A mouse lived in a windmill, so snug and so nice
There's nobody there now but a whole lot of mice.

this was taken from poppyfields.net

don't rain on my parade

At the end of the Baltimore run, Fanny's train is leaving to go on to to Chicago,
while Nick must catch the train for New York and then head to Europe. Nick tells
Fanny he loves her and she suggests he marry her, but he wants to have a fortune
before he does. On the spur of the moment, Fanny decides to leave the tour and
follow Nick to New York. Eddie who has arrived to visit tries to talk her out
of it. Ziegfeld tries as well, but Fanny is intent on following Nick; she has success in show business and now she wants a personal life as well.
Eddie tries to advise her one more time, "Don't", and she replies:

Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade.

Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!

I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!

But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,
I gotta fly once,

I gotta try once,
Only can die once,
right, sir?
Ooh, love is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!

Get ready for me, love,'
Cause I'm a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!

I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--
I know how,
One roll for the whole shebang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target--and wham--

One shot, one gun shot, and bam--
Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am!
I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,

At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love,
'Cause I'm a "comer,"
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.

Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!

taken from stlyrics.com

Dogtanian

One for all and all for one, Muskerhounds are always ready.
One for all and all for one, helping everybody.
One for all and all for one, it's a pretty story.
Sharing everything with fun. That's the way to be.

One for all and all for one, Muskerhounds are always steady.
One for all and all for one, helping everybody.
One for all and all for one. Kids are pretty corny.
If you got a problem chum, think how it could be.

They cross their hearts and pray. They cross their swords night and day,
They drink their beer and swear. They're faithful to their King.
No matter what you say, they're never far away,
They're always ready to fight or to sing.

They like to make jokes and tricks. They fight with swords or with sticks.
They have a beer and swear. They're faithful to their King.
They will defend you, save you. They'll always come to rescue.
And all may hope that they fight or they sing.

diarrhoea

you feel it in your jeans when you eat baked beans
diarrhoea, (clap clap) diarrhoea,
it sticks to your bum like predigree chum
diarrhoea, (clap clap) diarrhoea,
it's not very funny and it very very runny
diarrhoea, (clap clap) diarrhoea,

Ulysses 31

It is the 31st century, Ulysses killed the giant Cyclops when he rescued the children and his son Telemachus. But the ancient gods of Olympus are angry and threaten a terrible revenge:

Zeus: Mortals, you defy the Gods? I sentence you to travel among unknown stars. Until you find the Kingdom of Hades, your bodies will stay as lifeless as stone.

Sherka: Ulysses, the way back to earth has been wiped from my memory.

Telemachus: Father, oh, father!

Ulysses: You are alive my son.

Ulysses, Ulysses,
soaring through all the galaxies,
in search of Earth,
flying in to the night.

Ulysses, Ulysses,
fighting evil and tyranny,
with all his power,
and withall of his might.

Ulysses, no-one else can do the things you do.
Ulysses, like a bolt of thunder from the blue.
Ulysses, always fighting all the evil forces bringing peace and justice to all.

It's me Nono small robot you know, friend of Ulysses.
It's me Nono small robot you know, friend of Ulysses.

Ulysses, no-one else can do the things you do.
Ulysses, like a bolt ofthunder from the blue.
Ulysses, always fighting all the evil forces bringing peace and justice to all.

It's me Nono small robot you know, friend of Ulysses. (repeat 4 times)