: Well, I'm walking on down Virginia Avenue Trying to find somebody to tell my troubles to. Harold's club is closing, and everybody's going on home:
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: Lazy trip to heaven on the wings of your love Banana moon is shining in the sky, Feel like I'm in heaven when you're with me Know that I'm in heaven
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Grapefruit moon, one star shining, shining down on me. Heard that tune, and now I'm pining, honey, can't you see? 'Cause every time I hear that melody
The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free, And I hope that you don't fall in love with me. Now it's closing time, the music'
I'll be clickin' by your house about two forty-five Sidewalk sundae strawberry surprise, I got a cherry popsicle right on time A big stick, mamma, that
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place. Lonely, lonely, lonely eyes, lonely face, lonely lonely in your place.
Lazy trip to heaven on the wings of your love Banana moon is shining in the sky, Feel like I'm in heaven when you're with me Know that I'm in heaven
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying. You can burn the midnight oil with me as long as you will Stare
, please: it's been so many years Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears? Hello, hello there, is this Martha? this is old Tom Frost, And
I'm singing this song, it's time it was sung I've been putting it off for a while, But it's harder by now, 'cause the truth is so clear That I cry when
Well my time went so quickly, I went lickety-splickly out to my old '55 As I drove away slowly, feeling so holy, God knows, I was feeling alive. Now
Well I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn Nobody's up except the moon and me, And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree All that you left me
Well, I'm walking on down Virginia Avenue Trying to find somebody to tell my troubles to. Harold's club is closing, and everybody's going on home: What
Ah yo Santa let's get something clear I'm half Jewish I shouldn't even be talkin about this time of year But I'm near tears tryin to fund my record label
in Green Bay Lambo' suite look like sugar on the freeway And I'm "Ridin Dirty" 'cause I'm so U-G-K One two three, wait, fo' fo' makes eight Nine times
I spilled my guts and hit send Waited two weeks for a response and got nothing Honestly, it only made me want you more Week four rolled around and I was this close
