Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk-show host Everybody knows his name He says there's no doubt about it It was the myth of
Maladies Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain My hand can't touch a guitar string My fingers just
SAL It was the morning of October 6th, 1960 I was wearing my brown suit Preparing to leave the house of D. Shook some hands then adios Brooklyn amigos
"The problem is all inside your head", she said to me The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There
"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together" "I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
On the morning of her wedding day When no one was awake She drove across the border Leaving all the yellow roses on her wedding cake Her mother's tears
Snowman sittin' in the sun doesn't have time to waste He had a little bit too much fun Now his head's erased Back in the house, family of three Two doin
SAL Whoa------I got time on my hands tonight You're the girl of my dreams When I'm near you my future seems bright OO------I want you to be my girl
Down among the reeds and rushes A baby boy was found His eyes as clear as centuries His silky hair was brown Never been lonely Never been lied to Never
On Armistice Day The Philharmonic will play But the songs that we sing Will be sad Shufflin brown tunes Hanging around, ahoo M-m-m-m-m-m-m No long drawn
When you're weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all; I'm on your side. When times get rough And friends just can't
was born in Puerto Rico LAZARUS Yo nac en Puerto Rico Yo nac en Puerto Rico Mi coraz n es Puerto Rico Mi alma es Puerto Rico Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar-Paul Simon
Cars are cars all over the world Cars are cars all over the world Similarly made. Similarly sold In a motorcade. Abandoned when they're old Cars are
Congratulations Oh, seems like you've done it again And I ain't had such misery Since I don't know when Oh, and I don't know when, oh, and I don't know
Fat Charlie the Archangel Slipped into the room He said I have no opinion about this And I have no opinion about that Sad as a lonely little wrinkled
The first time I saw her I couldn't be sure But the sin of impatience Said, "she's just what you're looking for" So I walked right up to her And with
Truth or lie, the silence is revealing An empty sky, a hidden mound of stone But the CAT scan's eye sees what the heart's concealing Now-a-days, when
Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and often felt forsaken And certainly misused But I'm all right, I'm all right I'm just
