Pavement Artist - Dick Van Dyke & Janet Leigh

Quietly, quietly it grows Ripping at the seems How did we How did we get lost In these old city streets You'd still be You'd still be in love Now our eyes never meet Ou, I can feel the light fading You still have some fire worth saving Oh, spill the blood on the pavement Oh lord you can tell I'm wasted Oh lord you can tell I'm wasted Do you need Do you need a change From these old eerie ways Counting down Counting down the days But we're both too afraid Letting go and leaning out of frame Two souls out of space Ou, I can feel the light fading You still have some fire worth saving Oh, spill the blood on the pavement Oh lord you can tell I'm wasted Oh lord you can tell I'm wasted Ou, I can feel the light fading You still have some fire worth saving Oh, spill the blood on the pavement Oh lord you can tell I'm wasted

Well, you mesmerize me Stop criticizing me You know, I'm solo that way And I'm heading for the Cape I'm on a raft, can't turn back Stimulate the open chords I'm on a raft, can't turn back (Louder!) You're an ocean of honey Painfully funny, yeah And the tears that you grow are coming up early I'm on a raft, can't turn back And you stimulate the open chords Rats, in the bath, of the shaft (Louse) You're a Nestea splash Sunkist two-thousand class All the towelers of thongs And a heavy, line, oh Down the golden groves All around this funky place Damn, damn, damn all the 49ers

Doctor's leaving for the holiday season Got crystal ice picks, no gift for the gab And in the parking lot is the Sedan he bought He never, he never complains when it's hot He sold a swollen daughter In a sauna playing contract bridge They're soaking up the fun or doing blotters, I don't know which Which, which boys are dying on these streets I know the medical world could knock you out To sell the coins that you jayed last Thursday Dine by candle light and hold your savings tight You never, you never know when the bridge falls apart We spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes and the bedside morale We traipse around the table talking sentences so incomplete Please, plea, boys are dying on these streets

Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair Do you think it's gonna make him change? "I'm just a boy with a new haircut" And that's a pretty nice haircut Charge it like a puzzle Hit men wearing muzzles Hesitate you die Look around, around The second drummer drowned His telephone is found Music scene is crazy Bands start up each and every day I saw another one just the other day A special new band I remember lying I don't remember a line I don't remember a word But I don't care, I care, I really don't care Did you see the drummer's hair? Advertising looks and chops a must No Big Hair! Songs mean a lot when songs are bought And so are you Face right down to the practice room Tension and fame's our career Career, career, career, career, career

Ain't it a glorious day? Ripe as a morning in May, I feel like I could fly Have you ever seen the grass so green Or a bluer sky? Oh it's a jolly holiday with Mary Mary makes your heart so light When the day is gray and ordinary Mary makes the sun shine bright Oh happiness is blooming all around her The daffodils are smiling at the dove When Mary holds your hand, you feel so grand Your heart starts beating like a big brass band It's a jolly holiday with Mary No wonder that it's Mary that we love Oh it's a jolly holiday with Mary Mary makes your heart so light When the day is gray and ordinary Mary makes the sun shine bright Oh happiness is blooming all around her The daffodils are smiling at the dove When Mary holds your hand, you feel so grand Your heart starts beating like a big brass band It's a jolly holiday with Mary No wonder that it's Mary that we love Oh it's a jolly holiday with you, Bert Gentlemen like you are few Though you're just a diamond in the rough, Bert Underneath your blood is blue You'd never think of pressing your advantage Forbearance is the hallmark of your creed A lady needn't fear when you are near Your sweet gentility is crystal clear Oh it's a jolly holiday with you, Bert A jolly jolly holiday with you

Gray skies are gonna clear up, Put on a happy face; Brush off the clouds and cheer up, Put on a happy face. Take off the gloomy mask of tragedy, It's not your style You'll look so good that you'll be glad Ya' decide to smile! Pick out a pleasant outlook, Stick out that noble chin; Wipe off that "full of doubt" look, Slap on a happy grin! And spread sunshine all over the place, Just put on a happy face! And if you're feeling cross and bitterish Don't sit and whine Think of banana split and licorice And you'll feel fine I knew a girl so glooming She'd never laugh or sing She wouldn't listen to me Now she's a mean old thing So spread sunshine all over the place Just put on a happy face So, put on a happy face

Van dyke parks Orange crate art was a place to start Orange crate art was a world apart Home for two with view of sonoma Where there's aroma and heart Memories of her orange crate art Orange crate table and a rockin' chair Barnyard gate waiting some repair Trust in fate and sweet inspiration You could go bust to replace Just what is here by the case Hear the lonesome locomotion roar Hobo hop on if you dare And it rolls where grapes of wrath are stored Stops on a bracero's prayer On the dawn of a vintage cruise Calms the wine of this rendezvous Room for two in view of sonoma Back when ramona had heart Memories of her orange crate art Room for two in view of sonoma Back when ramona had heart Memories of her orange crate art

Since you came here uninvited We all knew you'd be delighted This is not the time or place to hedge No one here would be so bold to But since you've asked and no one's told you Let us take you to the cutting edge I can process words, accounting too And my pixel screen displays for you Computer graphics locked into your memory (Memory, memory) With fiber optics cast in plastic For natural sights and sounds fantastic Just reach out and talk to your dear old Uncle Emery More! More! More! Everything you wanted and more More! More! More! Let me tell you what it's for Here's the printout with the score Get yourself together on the edge Ooh-wa, ooh (Bah, bah, bah) You want to go to old Rio De Janeiro, my dear? You want to join in any Club Paradise? You'd really rather stay at home where the picture is clear You get it on the stereo, and you don't even have to go More! More! More! Everything you wanted and more More! More! More! Any time or place you wish You might meet up with some dish Pull yourself together on the edge If you want a lean machine to whip you up some mean cuisine I'm on the scene, totally automatic Hey, I can bake your biscuits too Pop some dough boy out for you I'm micro solid-state and that's no static More! More! More! Everything you wanted and more More! More! More! Where the bytes and chips may fall You just have yourself a ball It's all hyperactive on the edge From LEDs to CRTs Woofers, tweeters, antenna trees An ultra-nylon life of ease Everything you dreamed of on the edge And more!