Where do we go, nobody knows I've got to say I'm on my way down God give me style and give me grace God put a smile upon my face Where do we go to draw the line I've got to say I wasted all your time Oh honey honey Where do I go to fall from grace God put a smile upon your face yeah And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you Yeah, when you work it out I wanted to And ah, when you work out where to draw the line Your guess is as good as mine Where do we go, nobody knows Don't ever say you're on your way down when God gave you style and gave you grace, And put a smile upon your face oh yeah And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you Yeah, when you work it out I want it to And ah, when you work out where to draw the line Your guess is as good as mine. It's as good as mine, It's as good as mine It's as good as mine As good as mine, as good as mine, As good as mine, as good as mine Where do we go, nobody knows Don't ever say you're on your way down when God gave you style and gave you grace And put a smile upon your face

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

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!