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He's free as the breeze
He's always at ease
He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees
As he swings through the trees
With a trapeze in his B.V.D.s
He's got a union card and he's practicing hard
To play, the guitar, gonna be a big star
Yeah, he's gonna go far
And carry moonbeams home in a jar
He ordered Chet's guitar course C.O.D.
Like A and E and he's working on B

What do you say when you write with no words?
(feeling)
Feel a song that's never been heard?
(sing it)
How do know if you did it all?
(answer)
What do you do when you've done it all?
(ball)

[Bridge]Cannonball (cannonball)
Cannonball (cannonball)
Cannonball

[Chorus]It's not what you do
It's how you do it.
Be anything you want to be
It's not what you got
It's how you use it

Osama - yo' mama didn't raise you right
When you were young she must have wrapped yo' turban too tight
She should have kept you home on those arabian nights
It's plain to see - you need some therapy

Osama - yo' mama could have done a lot better
Though I bet every day you did somethin' to upset her
By the way, we got an answer to your anthrax letter

Well when I was kid I'd take a trip
every summer,
down to Mississippi.
To visit my granny in her ante bellum world.I'd run barefooted all day long,
climbing trees free as a song.
One day I happened catch myself a squirrel.
I stuffed him down in an old shoebox,
punched a couple holes in the top and when Sunday came,
I snuck him into church.
I was sittin way back in the very last pew

Well, a strange thing happened the other night
You won't believe it, but I swear it's true
Harry the hairy ape made his escape from the city zoo
& under cover of darkness he made his way
To the middle of the municipal park
& he hid in the bushes & waited for somebody to come
Walkin' along by hi'self in the dark
Then along come somebody not suspectin' nothin'

Special Lady
Ray, Goodman & Brown
(Harry Ray/Al Goodman/L. Walter)

You must be a special lady (Billy, you sing the first verse) [Come on,
Herb, sing, sing it, man]
And a very exciting girl (Al, bring that bass out, man) [Hey man, I’ll
bring it out a little bit more)
You gotta be a special lady (Let’s get down once more, come on)

I plopped down in my easy chair and turned on Channel 2
A bad gunslinger called Salty Sam was chasin' poor Sweet Sue
He trapped her in the old sawmill and said with an evil laugh,
"If you don't give me the deed to your ranch
I'll saw you all in half!"
And then he grabbed her (and then)
He tied her up (and then)
He turned on the bandsaw (and then, and then...!)

(chorus):

We got a Soviet sub she's a '79.
She's got nuclear reactorand she runs real fine.
We're loyal to the party and the party line,
But a sailor's gotta have a little fun sometime.

We were out in the Pacific where it's nice and deep
When our Sonar operator fell asleep.
Then a terrible crash waking every hand.
And we woke up stuck in the California sand.

Chorus:
Now here we are

Woke up this mornin', turned on the t.v. set.
there in livin' color, was somethin' I can't forget.
This man was preachin' at me, yeah, layin' on the charm
askin' me for twenty, with ten-thousand on his arm.
He wore designer clothes, and a big smile on his face
tellin' me salvation while they sang Amazin' Grace.
Askin' me for money, when he had all the signs of wealth.

Blue Cyclone, Oooh...

Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to bach
And after five straight nights of T.V. I was ready to scream.

So I called up this beer drinkin' buddy of mine
I said, "Bill, I ain't havin' a real good time."
He said, "Why don't we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"

Well, they came to town
With their elephants and clowns
On a hit sticky August day

And every telephone pole
Had a poster that told
Of the thrills that were coming our way

There were trapeze fliers
And men that ate fire
And things we never dreamed existed

And the radio and TV
Told us we’d be
Fools if we dared to miss it.

Now all three rings
Held wondrous things

VERSE 1

Well when I was a kid I would take a trip
every Summer down to "Mississipp," to visit
my Granny and 'er "Auntie Belluam World."
I'd run barefooted all-day long, climbing
trees free as a song; One day I happened
to catch myself a squirrel.
Well I stuffed him down
in an old shoe box, and punched a couple
holes in the top; When Sunday came I snuck em'

Covered many times, this song has had at least
four top 40 appearances, with one of the best-known
by Johnny Mathis in 1959. Ray's "country-fied" version
peaked at #14 in 1975, and gave him his second Grammy.

Look at me
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
Ah, I'm walkin' on a cloud
I can't understand, Lord
I'm misty holdin' your hand

Walk my way

Itemize the things you covet
As you squander through your life
Bigger cars, bigger houses
Term insurance for your wife
Tuesday evenings with your harlot
And on Wednesdays it's your charlatan
analyst, he's high upon your list

You've got air conditioned sinuses
And dark disturbing doubts about religion
And you keep those cards and letters going out
While your secretary's tempting you