Little Green Bag - George Baker Selection

And I wake up in the morning With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are gonna to school goodbye She reaches out and takes my hand And squeezes it and says how you feeling hon And I look across at smiling lips That warm my heart and see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Doctor Suess Disneyland or Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy And ask if she could get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat Then she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to meet me and I'm always late But she sits waitin' patiently And smiles when she first sees me cause she's made that way And if that ain't lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes There's no such think as make believe Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime When myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind To ease my mind to ease my mind

And I wake up in the mornin' With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye And she reaches out and takes my hand And squeezes it and says, how you feelin' hon And I look across at smilin' lips that warm my heart And see my mornin' sun And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And there's no such thing as Doctor Suess And Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy And ask her if she'd get away and meet me And maybe we could grab a bite to eat And she drops what she's doin' And she hurries down to meet me and I'm always late But she sits waitin' patiently And smiles when she first sees me 'cause she's made that way And if that ain't lovin' me then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes And there's no such think as make believe Puppy dogs, autumn leaves and BB guns God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

Why don't you sit right back? And I, I may tell you a tale A tale of three little pigs And a big Bad Wolf Well, the first little piggy, well, he was kinda hick He spent most of his days just a dreamin' of the city And then one day, he bought a guitar He moved to Hollywood to become a star But living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city Built his house out of straw, what a pity And then one day, jammin' on some chords Along came the wolf, knocking on his door Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in Well, the second little piggy, well, he was kinda stoked He spent most of his day just in ganja smokin' Huffin' and a puffin' down on Venice Beach Getting paid money for religious speech He built his shelter from what he garbage picked Mostly made up of old cans and sticks Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley And along came the wolf on his big, bad Harley Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in Well, the third little piggy, the grade A student His daddy was a rock star named Pig Nugent Earned his Masters Degree from Harvard College Built his house from his architect knowledge A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills And then one day came the old house smasher The big, bad wolf, the little piggy slasher Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in Well, the big bad wolf Well, he huffed and he puffed, all that he could And low and behold the little piggy's house stood "It's made out of concrete", the little piggy shouted The wolf just frowned, as he pouted So, they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would They sent out Rambo just as fast as they could Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare Your ass is mine Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see So, that's to end the story for you and me If you still give a listen, you just may Hear a big wolf or little piggy say Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Little pig, little pig, let me in Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin', puffin', blow your house in Huffin' and a puffin' and I'll blow your house in And the moral of the story is A band with no talent can easily amuse Idiots with a stupid, puppet show

Let me sing, a song for you And let me be your star Every time I look into your eyes I'm really fine Never knowing what to say Or knowing what to do All the goods things in my life Are just a part of you You are just a wild bird playing In the silver sky I'm a tree that waits for you To let you rest a while You can hide here if you want From winter storm and snow In the shelter of my arms You let your feelings show So sweet little wild bird Won't you sing this song with me Together we shall sing In perfect tune and harmony And if you stay here long Yes in the winter you must die As I will teach you how to walk You teach me how to fly, fly. (Repeat Last Verse)

Ann, oh my dear Ann You hit me in my face, again Ann, oh my dear Ann You made me feel a lying man Ann, oh my dear Ann You hit me in my face, again With your ice-cold words I just can't tell you how it hurts Why can't we live in peace Or must I beg you on my knees Why can't we live in peace Or must I beg you on my knees Ann, oh my dear Ann I warned you but you've done it again You, made me your fool But from the start I play it cool Why can't we live in peace Or must I beg you on my knees Why can't we live in peace Or must I beg you on my knees Why can't we live in peace Or must I beg you on my knees Why can't we live in peace Or must I beg you on my knees Why can't we live in peace Or must I beg you on my knees

All those bright lights, city ways It will make you go away And you'll never see the sunlight anymore Don't you worry about me I'll be waiting 'til you see That it's not so easy to be on your own Fantasy will bring you far To think you'll gonna be a star But a star can fall very soon, you'll see But there is no way to stop you And I know I'm gonna loose you, baby And only keep your memory But there is no way to stop you And I know I'm gonna loose you, baby And only keep your memory Morning light shine in my eyes Loneliness comes in my life And I know I'll have to cry You won't be here no more Play it! - Lalala... Morning light shine in my eyes Loneliness comes in my life And I know I'll have to cry You won't be here no more Morning light shine in my eyes Loneliness comes in my life And I know I'll have to cry You won't be here no more