Lyrics:
the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be
On a Sunday morn sat a maid forlorn
With her sweetheart by her side,
Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain,
"We must stay home, Joe,"
the dumps
I'm twenty-five years old, that ain't no old maid
I got plenty of vim and vitality, I'm sure that I can make the grade
I'm always like a tiger,
the Greenwood
Sweet Maid Marion, don't you do me no wrong,
Stay on the right side, the Greenwood is your home,
The dancing girls and the open fires,
to pine and sigh"
My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved
you want a bust of jade
Or an egg that's more or less decayed
Or in case you care to meet a maid
For a nice but naughty fling,
Come
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple
[Background chorus]
(Peanut do bop do bop)
(Peanut do bop do bop)
In Cuba each merry maid wakes up with this serenade
Peanuts (they're nice
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth take a couple
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple
And the storybook comes to a close
Gone are the ribbons and bows
Things to remember, places to go
Pretty maids all in a row
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh
a story that the swamp folks tell
About a mean old man named Jesse Langtree
And a sweet young maid and a bottomless well
That water's cold but that don't
And she gave me the name of the Restless One.
Then I strolled into a tavern in that frozen land afar
Where I met a beautiful Indian maid, she was known
identity I found.
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet.
I must have been insane,
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip
yes or no
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
And took her oh so far away but ol' Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga too stubborn
Kaw-Liga well he never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga he don't know what he missed
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid
He took her oh
poodle
I want to play with your poodle
I mean your little poodle dog!
Yes, two old maids that were layin' in a bed
Well, one turned over, this is
The cook she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's wild for Crazy Horse
tales of how it used to be
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman
With the butler and the maid and the servants three
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman
It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened
A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye
Romance was the theme
And we were the players
I never think
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple
It seems like a dream, yet I know it happened
A man, a maid, a kiss, and then goodbye
Romance was the theme
And we were the players
I never think
poodle,
I want to play with your poodle,
I mean your little poodle dog!
Yes, two old maids that were layin' in a bed,
Well, one turned over, this is
A boy found a dream upon a distant shore
A maid with a way of whispering "si senor."
Each night while guitars would softly play,
The tune seemed
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