Good Planets Are Hard to Find

Good planets are hard to find,
Temp'rate zones and tropic climes,
True currents in thriving seas,
Winds blowin' through breathing trees,
Strong ozone and safe sunshine,
Good planets are hard to find.

Good planets are in demand,
Clean beaches and sparkling sand,
Land masses with room to spare,
Jet streams and perfect air,
High forests and low wetlands,
Good planets are in demand.

And the mind don't know
If the heart can't see;
Let the blind man go
To his destiny...

Good planets are rare indeed,
Rain fallin' on crops and seed,
Big rivers and good topsoil,
Fuel sources from cane to oil,
Green gardens of all we need,
Good planets are rare indeed.

And the mind don't know
If the heart can't see;
Let the blind man go
To his destiny...

Good planets are scarce and few,
Earthworms and caribou,
Strong food chains and tasty meals,
Textiles and plants that heal,
Iron mountains and skies of blue,
Good planets are scarce and few.

-- Steve Forbert

Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
Don't take your love away from me.
Don't you leave my here in misery.
If you go, then I'll be blue
`cause breakin' up is hard to do.

Remember when you held me tight,
and you kissed me all through the night.
Think of all that we been trough,
`cause breakin' up is hard to do.

They say that breain' up is hard to do;
now I know, I know that it's true.
Don't say that this is the end.
Instead of breakin' up
I wish that we were makin' up again.

I beg of you don't say good-bye;
can't we give an other try?
Come on baby, let's start anew,
breakin' up is hard to do.

I beg of you don't say good-bye;
can't we give an other try?
Come on baby, let's start anew,
breakin' up is hard to do.
Yeah, breakin' up is hard to do.

-- Neil Sedaka & Howard Greenfield

The One on the Right is On the Left

There once was a musical troupe
A pickin' singin' folk group
They sang the mountain ballads
And the folk songs of our land

They were long on musical ability
Folks thought they would go far
But political incompatibility led to their downfall

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear was a Methodist

This musical aggregation toured the entire nation
Singing the traditional ballads
And the folk songs of our land
They performed with great virtuosity
And soon they were the rage
But political animosity prevailed upon the stage

Well, the one on the right was on the left
And the one in the middle was on the right
And the one on the left was in the middle
And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license

Well the curtain had ascended
A hush fell on the crowd
As thousands there were gathered to hear the folk songs of our land
But they took their politics seriously
And that night at the concert hall
As the audience watched deliriously
They had a free-for-all

Well, the one on the right was on the bottom
And the one in the middle was on the top
And the one on the left got a broken arm
And the guy in the rear, said, "Oh dear"

Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group
Don't go mixin' politics with the folk songs of our land
Just work on harmony and diction
Play your banjo well
And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself

Now, the one on the left works in a bank
And the one in the middle drives a truck
The one on the right's an all-night deejay
And the guy in the rear … got drafted

-- As sung by Johnny Cash, 1965

VEGA-TABLES

I'm gonna be round my vegetables
I'm gonna chow down my vegetables
I love you most of all
My favorite vege-table.

If you brought a big brown bag of them home
I'd jump up and down and hope you'd toss me a carrot.

I'm gonna keep well my vegetables
Cart off and sell my vegetables
I love you most of all
My favorite vege-table

Oh oh taba vega vegel
I tried to kick the ball but my tenny flew right off
I'm red as a beet 'cause I'm so embarassed ...

Oh oh dum do dum de dooby do
Oh oh dum do dum de dooby do
Oh oh dum do dum de dooby dooh yeah
Oh badumday oh dum do dum de dooby do
Oh badumday oh dum do dum de dooby do
Chomp chomp chomp chomp do-do-do do-do-do
Bop bop bop bop do-do-do do-do-do

I know that you'll feel better
When you send us in your letter
And tell us the name
Of your favorite vege-table.

--- By Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks

I'M A MIDNIGHT MOVER

I'm a midnight mover
All night through
I'm a midnight teaser
Real soul pleaser
I'm a midnight hugger
All night lover.

Trust in me when you're down and out
I will always bring you up ...

They call me the midnight mover
I'm a midnight walker
Sweet soul talker
I'm a midnight creeper
All day sleeper
I'm a midnight rover
Have to look things over.

Leave your love light shinin' bright
Makes me know that everything's all right.

I'm a mover, groover,
Teaser, pleaser
Hugger, lover, walker, talker
Got to be a midnight mover
Got to be a midnight groover
Got to be a midnight teaser
Got to be a midnight pleaser
Got to be a midnight huggerGot to be a midnight lover
Got to be a midnight walker
Got to be a midnight talker
Got to be a midnight creeper.

-- As sung by Wilson Pickett

I Want You Back

When I had you to myself
I didn’t want you around
Those pretty faces always made you
Stand out in a crowd.

Then someone picked you from the bunch
One glance was all it took
Now it’s much too late for me
To take second look.

Oh baby give me one more chance (to show you that I love you)
Won’t you please send me (back in your heart)
Oh darlin’ I was blind to let you go
But now since I see you in his arms
I want you back
Yes I do now
I want you back.

Trying to live without your love
Is one long sleepless night
Let me show you girl
That I know wrong from right
Every street you walk on
I leave tear stains on the ground
Following the girl
I didn’t even want around.

Abuh buh buh buh ... All I want! Abuh buh buh buh .... All I need! Abuh buh buh buh..

As sung by the Jackson 5

Going on an Adventure Where Somebody Could Get Killed (But Not Me)

... I'm a practical American
From the Middle West
And I can piss on a grave
While welcoming guests.

-- Iggy Pop, I Felt the Luxury, 1999