With the music of life
My soul is out of tune
And I feel like I’m growing old
Much too soon
My love I just couldn’t compare
And the key to my happiness
I let slip away

CHORUS:
Now I’m a man without a dream
I’ve got a heart that has no home
All my senses are numb
Loosing you I’ve become
A man without a dream

Instead of striving to reach my goals in life
I got distracted with mean, endless games
For just an illusion I traded love that was real
Now my eyes cannot see and my heart cannot feel

CHORUS

Sometimes I think I’m a prisoner of fate
Doomed to find out things a little too late
And so I must play this broken man’s roll
Unless you come home girl
And bring back my soul

CHORUS

Without a dream…

Walk out,
Girl don’t you walk out
We’ve got things to say
Talked out, let’s have it talked out
Things will be okay

Girl
I don’t want to find
That I’m a little bit wrong
And you’re a little bit right
I said girl
You know that it’s true
It’s a little bit me, (a little bit me)
And it’s a little bit you… too

Don’t know… just what I said wrong
But girl I apologize
Don’t go… here’s where you belong
So wipe the tears from your eyes

Girl
I don’t want to find
That I’m a little bit wrong
And you’re a little bit right
I said girl
You know that it’s true
It’s a little bit me
And it’s a little bit you… too

Instrumental

Oh girl
I don’t want to find
I’m a little bit wrong
And you’re a little bit right
I said girl
You know that it’s true
It’s a little bit me
And it’s a little bit you… to

It’s a little bit me
It’s a little bit you
Girl don’t go
no no no no no
Girl don’t go
no no no no no
Hey girl

I tell ya she’s a heart breaker
And you can’t tell me she ain’t
There’s a little devil in her
Under all that powder and paint
And she can hang you up every night
And get you so uptight
She’s 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
She’s 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite

I tell you half a ton of sugar ain’t half as sweet as her
She can change and rearrange you
Till you can’t tell what you were
And it don’t even pay to fight
‘Cause she don’t know wrong from right
She’s 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
She’s 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite

And she may look like an angel
But she’s made out of TNT
She’s a little bitty thing and she ????
Yeah but when she holds you tight
She’s some kind of outa sight
She’s 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
I said 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
I said 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,

Salesman, where you gonna go?
To sell all your of your goods today
Salesman, gonna walk along the street, see friends along the way
Well salesman, with your wooden cart that you push along while you walk
Hey, salesman, got a little dog whose tail wags when you talk
You always wear a smile, even though you’ve gotta walk ten miles
Short lifespan, goodtime salesman
Yep, yep salesman got it on the street, whether it’s hot or cold
It’s salesman, well, you work real hard,
Until every part is sold
Salesman as the years go by,
People changing every day
Hey, salesman ’til the end of time you’ll be livin in the same way
You always wear a smile, you love ’em fast and you live wild
Short life span, but ain’t life grand?

Copper kettles, different kinds of tin
There goes salesman and he’s sailing high again
He’s sailing so high, high, sailing so high…

Salesman where you gonna go to sell all of your goods today
Yup, salesman, gonna walk along the street, see friends along the way
Hey, salesman, with your wooden cart that you push along while you walk
Hey, salesman with your secret goods that you push while you talk
You always wear a smile,
Even though you’ve gotta walk a hundred ten miles
Short life span – but the whole thing’s grand
Salesman…

Now, well, I tried the one that you put it in and you have to do it
manually. But I’d like the one that you just plug it in and it does it all
by itself in a real long strand and you cut ’em up. It’s easier to do it
that way because, well, I put all the stuff in there and it keeps flippin’
out. And I can’t get the thing to stick together anything. Coupled with
the fact that I have to stick two of them together to even get on out of it
and they always end up lookin’ like Lucky Strikes.

Handsome, single, young man well respected in his town
Seeks a fine, young lady from a similar background.
Generous, responsible, respectful man of means.
Socialize with presidents and queens.

Reply,
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847

I’ve described me very poorly,
Better try again.

Quiet, sincere, gentleman, well rounded and mature.
Fond of music and the arts, loves the theater.
Educated, sensitive, a trav’ler of the world.
Wants to meet an eligible young girl.

Reply,
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847

I’ve been writing, advertising
That’s not really me.

Lonely, understanding man, affectionate and true
Looking for girl to share his dreams and make them true.
Humble, loving, sensitive, considerate and shy.
Only sincere ladies need reply.

Reply,
P. O. Box 9847
P. O. Box 9847

I’m not liking what I’m typing.
Throw it all away.

A distant night bird mocks the sun.
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.

My steaming coffee warms ny face
I’m diappointed in the taste.
But there’s a peace the early brings
The morning world of growing things.

[Instrumental]

I feel the moments hurry on
It was today, it’s died away,
And now it is forever gone.

And I will drink my coffee slow
And I will watch my shadow grow
And disappear in firelight
And sleep alone again tonight.
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Years ago I knew a man
He was my mother’s biggest fan
We used to walk beside the sea
And he’d tell how my life would be
When I grew up to be a man
Years ago we used to play
He used to laugh when I ran away
But when I fell and hurt my knee
He used to come and comfort me
And the pain would go away

Years ago I knew a boy
He was his daddy’s pride and joy
But when the daddy went away
It was such a rainy day
That he brought out all his toys
Now the momma did explain
Trying to take away the pain
He just couldn’t understand
That his father was not a man
And it all was just a game

Years have passed and so have I
Making it hard to cry
And if and when I have a son
Let it all be said and done
Let all that sadness pass him by
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D.W. Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say.
D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day.
A hot bowl of soup is waitin’.
A hot bowl of soup and a shave.
D.W. Washburn, we picked you to say.

Can’t you hear the bugle call? Can’t you hear the bells?
Even you can be reborn, you naughty
If you don’t get out of that gutter,
before the next big rain.
D.W. Wahsburn, you’re gonna wash right down the drain.

Up, up, come on get up off your street.
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees,
I know you can make it to your feet. Wooah!
D.W. Washburn, I said to myself.
D.W. Washburn, why don’t you go save sombody else?

Well, I got no job to go to.
I don’t work and I don’t get paid.
I got a bottle of wine, I’m feelin’ fine.
And I believe I got it made.

I’d like to thank all you good people
for comin’ to my aid.
But I’m D.W. Washburn.
I do believe I got it made.

I do believe I got it made, don’t need nobody.
I do believe I got it made, I do believe I got it made.


or…


DW Washburn I heard a sweet voice say
DW Washburn this is your lucky day
A hot bowl of soup is waitin’
A hot bowl of soup and a shave…
DW Washburn…we picked you to SAVE (the whole thing is about the
Salvation Army finding some soul that they think needs saving….and the guy
is perfectly content as he is)

Can’t you hear the FLUGLE HORN?
Can’t you hear the band? (Also could be bells…certainly fits the music
here…but the band would refer to the Sal Army)
Even you can be reborn
You naughty n’er – do-well (an archaic term for a slacker)
Get up, get outta that gutter
Before the next big rain.
DW Washburn…you’re gonna wash right down the drain.

Up, up…c’mon get up (My kid’s favorite part of the song)
Get up off your street (has been written as “Seat” in other places, but
Micky is clearly saying “Street” …which works in context.)
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees,
I know you can make it to your feet..whooo


DW Washburn I said to myself (Character is going introspective here)
DW Washburn Why don’t you go save somebody else? (I.e. we picked you to
save, but DW doesn’t give a ****)
Well I got no job to go to
I don’t work and I don’t get paid
I got a bottle of wine
I’m feeling fine…….And I believe I’ got it made.

I’d like to thank all you good people
For coming to my aid, but I’m
DW Washburn
I do believe I got it made…..etc. to fade

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