The Lovin' Spoonful
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Do You Believe in Magic
Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart
How the
music can free her, whenever it starts
And it's magic, if the music is groovy
It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie
I'll tell you about the magic,
and it'll free your soul
But it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock
and roll
If you believe in magic don't bother to choose
If it's jug band
music or rhythm and blues
Just go and listen it'll start with a smile
It
won't wipe off your face no matter how hard you try
Your feet start tapping
and you can't seem to find
How you got there, so just blow your mind
If
you believe in magic, come along with me
We'll dance until morning 'til
there's just you and me
And maybe, if the music is right
I'll meet you
tomorrow, sort of late at night
And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see
How the magic's in the music and the music's in me
Yeah, do you believe in
magic
Yeah, believe in the magic of a young girl's soul
Believe in the
magic of rock and roll
Believe in the magic that can set you free
Ohh,
talking 'bout magic
Do you believe like I believe
Do you believe in magic
Do you believe like I believe
Do you believe, believer
Do you believe like
I believe
Do you believe in magic
Darling Be Home Soon
Late nights in musty motel rooms
Stale lives left by
someone else
White lies I wish I could tell you
And questions I ask of
myself
Why do I do the things that make me sorry
Why do I do the things
that make you cry
Will I lose your love to another
Who loves you better
than I
The angels smile when you're praying
But the devil laughs when you
lie
And some things they go without saying
When tears fill up your eyes
Why do I do the things that make me sorry
Why do I do the things that make
you cry
Will I lose your love to another
Who loves you better than I
Some questions beg for an answer
Like a poet begs for a rhyme
Somehow all
I can remember
Is holding your hand in mine
Late nights in musty motel
rooms
Stale lives left all alone
He's telling you how he wants you
And
I'm praying he doesn't know
Why I do the things that make me sorry
Why I
do the things that make you cry
If I could lose your love to another
Who
loves you better than I
Who loves you better than I
You Didn't Have To Be So Nice
You didn't have to be so nice
I would have liked you anyway
If you had just looked once or twice
And gone upon your quiet way
Today I said the time was right for me to follow you
I knew
I'd find you in a day or two
And it's true
You came upon a quiet day
You simply seemed to take your
place
I knew that it would be that way
The minute that I saw your face
And when we've had a few more days
I wonder if I'll get to
say
You didn't have to be so nice
I would have liked you anyway
Today I said the time was right for me to follow you
I
knew I'd find you in a day or two
And it's true
You didn't have to be so nice
I would have liked you
anyway
If you had just looked once or twice
And gone upon your quiet way
Daydream
What a day for a daydream
What a day for a daydreamin' boy
And I'm lost in a daydream
Dreamin' 'bout my bundle of joy
And even if
time ain't really on my side
It's one of those days for taking a walk outside
I'm blowing the day to take a walk in the sun
And fall on my face on
somebody's new-mown lawn
I've been having a sweet dream
I been dreaming
since I woke up today
It's starring me and my sweet thing
'Cause she's the
one makes me feel this way
And even if time is passing me by a lot
I
couldn't care less about the dues you say I got
Tomorrow I'll pay the dues
for dropping my load
A pie in the face for being a sleep'n bull doag
And you can be sure that if you're feeling right
A daydream
will last long into the night
Tomorrow at breakfast you may pick up your ears
Or you may be daydreaming for a thousand years
What a day for a daydream
Custom made for a daydreaming boy
And I'm lost in a daydream
Dreaming
'bout my bundle of joy
Jug Band Music
I was down in Savannah
Eatn' Cream and Bannanas
When
the heat just made me faint
I began to get crosseyed
I thought I was lost
I'd begun to see things as they ain't.
As the relatives gathered to see what's the matter
The doctor came to see was
I fine.
But the doctor said give him jug band music,
It seems to make him
feel just fine.
I was told a little tail about a skinny as a rail
L.A. put
cowboy with a headache
He was hung up in the desert swappin' rats
And
tryn' ta get a drink of water with his knees gettin' mud caked
And I'll tell
you and exceptance how he stumbled into Memphis Tenassee
Lookin' hard and
gettin' dust baked.
We gave 'im little water; a little bit of wine
he
opened up his eyes but they didn't seem to shine
And the doctor said give
him jug band music
it seems to make him feel just fine
So if you ever get sickly
get sister run quickly to the
dusty closet shelf
and pull out a washboard; and play a guitar chord
and
do a little do it yourself.
call on your neighbors to put down their labors
and come and play the hardware in time
cause the doctor said give him jug
band music
it seems to make him feel just fine
I was floatin' in the ocean
greased with suntan lotion
when i got wiped out by a beach boy
he was surfin' when he hit me but jumped
off his board to get me
and he dragged me by the armpit like a child's toy
as we staggerd into land with all the waitors eatn' sandwitches
we tried to
mooch a towl from the harpoloy
he emptied out his eardrums; i emptied out
mine
and everybody knows that the very last line is
the doctor said give
him jug band music
it seems to make him feel just fine
and the doctor said give him jug band music
it seems to
make him feel just fine.
Let The Boy Rock And Roll
I heard Mama and Papa talkin' last night
And I heard Mama
say to Papa: Let that boy rock and roll
The neighbor not complainin' and the schoolboy talked twice
today
You know they think you're foolish, study or slippin' away
He don't
think about nothin' 'cept the rock and roll records that play
I say it's all
right, Pa, let the boy rock and roll
He's got a mind of his own and you know
he's got a musical soul
And he's gotta play music and you know we really
can't say no
So Daddy, don't you worry 'bout this crazy man
Go on and do
what you think you should
But Daddy, don't you call him Little Boy Bad
When you know he could be Johnny B Good
I say it's all right, Pa, let the boy
sing his song
In his brand new boots, he needs a foot from a kick in the town
If his music is groovy, you know he really can't go wrong
So Daddy, don't you worry 'bout this crazy man
Go on and do
what you think you should
But please don't call him Little Boy Bad
When
you know he could be Johnny B Good
I say it's all right, Pa, let the boy rock
and roll
He's got a mind of his own and you know he's got a musical soul
If the music is groovy, you know we really can't say no
Six O'Clock
There's something special about six o'clock
In the morning
when it's still too early to knock.
And the dusty light shines down on the
block
And reflects up and down on the hands of the clock.
Six o'clock, six
o'clock.
A few hours ago she was standing here
Just watching the
stars in our eyes
and the lights as uptights disappear.
And I could feel I
could say what I want
That I could nudge her and call her my confidant
And
now I'm back alone with just my shadow in front.
Six o'clock, six o'clock.
I went home and found that trying to sleep was a laugh
Just
watching my eyelids knowing my brain bids the night not to pass.
I got up and
got to scuffling around
But somehow it just wasn't the same happy town
And
the bells didn't ring with the same happy sound.
Six o'clock, six o'clock.
If I go back where we parted
Could I ever be like that
again?
Guess I'll just have to wait 'til tomorrow
But what can I do? Tell
me...
Guess I'll go back home and just wait until dawn
Guess I
had to learn going back where we were wouldn't help at all.
And I wish my
head had been working right
We'd have gone for coffee and talked all night.
Now I'm back alone and I'm twisted uptight.
Six o'clock, six o'clock.
Now I'm back alone...
Yes, now I'm back alone...
I'm
back alone...
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László Zoltán 2012
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