More song lyrics 3

Ha! Ha! said the clown, has the king lost his crown,
is the night being tight on romance.
Ha! Ha! said the clown, is it bringing you down
that you've lost your chance

Hes too kind for a policeman
Hes never known to frown
And everyone says he is the happiest man in town
Oh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....

A friend of a friend he got beaten
He looked the wrong way at a policeman...

I predict a riot, I predict a riot.

Anarchy for the U.K.
It's coming sometime and maybe...
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line,
Your future dream is a shopping scheme...

Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream.

Wake up sleepy Jean.
Your a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

Please dont wake me
No dont shake me
Leave me where I am
I'm only sleeping.....

go to sleep, sleep
And imagine that you're there with me
I go to sleep, sleep
And imagine that you're there with me

My therapist said not to see you no more,
She said you're like a disease without any cure...
She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore (oh no!)

I’m not in love
So don’t forget it
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through

Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are almost alone
The memory of love will bring you home.

Mother, I can never come home again,
'Cause I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere,
Somewhere in a field in Hampshire, all right...

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be....

The light shines down the valley
The wind blows up the alley
Oh how I wish I was lying in the arms of Mary.

I left a good job in the city
Working for the man every night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleeping
worrying 'bout the way the things might've been
You know that big wheel keep on turning
Proud Mary keep on burning
And we're rolling, rolling, rolling yeah
Rolling on the river

Up at eight you cant be late
For Mathew and son he wont wait
Watch them run down to platform 1
To catch the 8.30 train to Matthew and Son
The files on your head you take them to bed
You're never ever through
And you've been working all day all day all day....

Train whistle blowing makes a sleepy noise
Underneath the blankets go all the girls and boys
Rocking rolling riding, out along the bay,
All bound for Morning town many miles away.

Oh what a beautiful morning.
Oh what a beautiful day
I’ve got a wonderful feeling
Everything’s coming my way

I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Your my world
Your night and day
Your my world
Your every breath I take
Other eyes see the stars up in the skies
But for me they shine within your eyes

I like that song. Cilla's earthy tones, too.

Cilla sang it with devotion ?

On that note...

Anyone who had a heart, would look at me, and know that I love you....

Lucy looks sweet cos he dresses like a queen
But he kicks like a mule, it's a real mean team
But we can love
Oh yes we love...

I've got a bet on again with myself as to what song will be next