I was a boy scout in St. Mary's troop I had my own patrol I had a necktie and a monkey suit 'Til I heard rock and roll. And I was going into something
small Suck them shits, C-cups bigger than fuckin' volleyballs For me to grab my meat and beat it No credit cards needed, my cock's a frank for they heat
a widow for six years Now her children have left home She nursed Frank's wife for a while But nobody knew this was going on Now Mary comes to me, she
I want to hurry right back (on the double) to First Class Private ( Private ) Mary ( Mary ) Brown, . . . my wonderful WAC Words and Music by Frank
I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready Don't sweat it, we'll get him and then met him Talk shit for a minute then deal with him Hail Mary,
(Larry Morey/Frank Churchill) When the work begins to pile up And your temper starts to rile up That's the time a fellow needs a song Doctor, banker
(Larry Morey/Frank Churchill) Oh Mary, Cindy... Listen, isn't that Diane? Hey Mary, Cindy... It is Diane. Where are you, where are you? Over here. Where
I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his
[Frank Sinatra sample] So any time you're gettin low, 'stead of lettin go Just remember that ant.. [Chorus 2X][Frank Sinatra](Kids) [Opps there goes
knew all the secrets in her world yes she alwaysgot the crossword puzzle right everyday and she could do the alphabet backwards without making any mistakes Mariella,Mariella pretty,pretty girl Mariella ,Mariella
There may be trouble ahead But while there's music and moonlight (moonlight and music) and love and romance Let's face the music and dance Before the
Her day was born in shades of blue Her song was sad the words were true Her morning came too fast too soon And died before the afternoon Poor lady day
She showed me her pity lucky me in a storm, so bad the worst of the Autumn she came from the bottom of the sea please won't you stay awhile give me your
Tonight is her night, and the city holds is breath, caught twixt life and death, as she rolls in from the suburbs, the garrison flees and the city will
(traditional, arranged by FZ) [Apostolic Studios, NYC December, 1967-February, 1968 FZ guitar, bass Art Tripp marimba, vibes Don Preston keyboards Jimmy
[Mount St. Mary's College, LA May 19, 1963] FZ: The next piece that we're going to play . . . Maybe I should tell you what we were doing . . . The, the
[includes a fragment from Ronnie Sings?] Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true I want everyone to listen and believe It's about
[includes quotes from Bolero (Ravel), The Battle Hymn Of The Republic (Steffe/Howe) and Happy Days Are Here Again (Yellen/Ager)] [Warner Theatre, Washington