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Sunday's Not My Day


Sunday's Not My Day
((Adapted from: Je Hais Les Dimanches (by Juliette Gréco) - 1955))
((Dutch Version: Wat Haat Ik De Zondag (by Conny Vandenbos) - 1968))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Florence Véran - Robert E. Morrison
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Though the days of the week wear the same empty face
There's a day in the week I would like to replace
It's the Sunday, so smuggly pretending to be
Something more than a day that has nothing for me
I've reasons to say, Sunday's not my day

Harrassed by its crowds, how they pass and defile
An expressionless crowd with a time-wearied smile
Though I walk through its streets, my direction's unknown
Sunday's worthless to one who must spend it alone
It's always this way, Sunday's not my day

You must work this day Sunday, the one day I'm free
This is why Sunday seems so oppressive to me
If only you were near, you would open my eyes
I'd be ready to like all the things I despise

All the Sundays in Spring, light and blue there we were
All our cares taking wing, as we breath, as we dare
Lying there in the grass, watching children at play
Watching lovers who pass, like the wind on its way
The skies deep and blue, they would smile for you

We would dance through the streets, we would join this parade
We would do all the things, for which Sunday is made
Without trying to know what tomorrow will be
Having only one hope that together we'd see
Our Sunday again, Sunday back again

Of the people I see, in their Sunday disguise
There are those who believe they are hopeful and wise
Some are going to church, for appearances' sake
Some are willing to give half as much as they make
Some will sleep the whole day, having nowhere to go
Some will visit a grave, some will put on a show,
Well rehearsed in their part, they will pass review
Some will make Sunday love, to have something to do

Yet, I envy their joy
When their Sundays arrive, they frolic, they play
I'm less than alive, what more can I say
Sunday's not my day

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Zoom (Fat Larry's Band)

Zoom
Composer(s): Len Barry; Bobby Eli
Performer(s):
Fat Larry’s Band; Murphy's Law



Zoom, just one look
and then my heart went boom

Suddenly, and we were on the moon
Flying high in a neon sky oh

Bang, just one touch and all the church bells rang
Heaven called and all the angels sang
Sunrise shine in a midnight sky oh

Zoom, you chased the day away I knew
The moon and stars came out to play and then
My whole wide world went

Zoom, moonbeams dancing in the afternoon
Shadows blowing as the roses bloom
Looking down on a wonderland oh

Smack, just one kiss and I was outta whack
All at once there was no turning back
Oh so far above the brightest star oh

Zoom, you chased the day away
I knew, the moon and stars came out to play

Zoom, you chased the day away I knew
The moon and stars came out to play and then
My whole wide world went zoom

I touched a rainbow as we went flyin’ by
Faster and faster we were higher than high
For once in my life time I was finally free
And you gave that to me

Zoom, you chased the day away
I knew, the moon and stars came out to play oh, oh
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew
The moon and stars came out to play oh, oh
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew
The moon and stars came out to play
Spoken: zoom

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Sunday, Monday Or Always


Sunday, Monday Or Always
Composer(s): Johnny Burke - Jimmy Van Heusen
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists



Sunday, Monday or Tuesday
Wednesday, Thursday or Friday
I want you near
Every day in the year

Oh, won't you tell me when
We will meet again
Sunday, Monday or always

If you're satisfied
I'll be at your side
Sunday, Monday or always

No need to tell me now
What makes the world go 'round
When at the sight of you
My heart begins to pound and pound

And what am I to do
Can't I be with you
Sunday, Monday or always

Always and forever I must be with you
Beginning Sunday and Monday and then forever

Oh, won't you tell me when
We will meet again
Sunday, Monday or always

If you're satisfied
I'll be at your side
Sunday, Monday or always

No need to tell me now
What makes the world go 'round
When at the sight of you
My heart begins to pound, pound, pound

What am I to do
Can't I be with you
Sunday, Monday or always

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Zoom (The Commodores)

Zoom
Composer(s):
Ronald LaPread; Lionel Richie
Performer(s): The Commodores; Big Bub;
Maysa; Lionel Richie



I may be just a foolish dreamer
But I don't care
'Cause I know my happiness is waiting out there somewhere
I'm searching for that silver lining
Horizons that I've never seen
Oh I'd like to take just a moment and dream my dream
Dream my dream
Zoom

I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind is fresh and clear
And I'd find the love that I long to see
Where everybody can be what they wanna be

I'd like the greet the sun each morning
And walk amongst the stars at night
I'd like to know the taste of honey in my life
Well I've shared so many pains
And I've played so many games
But everyone finds the right way
Somehow
Somewhere
Someday
Zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind can be fresh and clear
And I'll find the love that I long to see
People can be what they wanna be

I wish the world were truly happy
Living as one
I wish the word they call freedom someday would come
Someday would come
Zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind can be fresh and clear
And I'd find the love that I long to see
Everybody can be what they wanna be
Zoom
I'd like to fly away
Zoom
I'd like to fly away
Zoom
I'd like to fly away
You and me, baby
Walking free
Don't you wanna go?
Don't you wanna go?

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Sunday Will Never Be The Same


Sunday Will Never Be The Same
Composer(s): Terry Cashman - Gene Pistilli
Performer(s): Spanky & Our Gang
and multiple other artists



Ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da

I remember Sunday morning, I would meet him at the park
We'd walk together hand in hand till it was almost dark

Now I wake up Sunday morning, walk across the lane to find
Nobody waiting for me, Sunday's just another day

Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again

Sunny afternoons that made me feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and gray as ashes as I feel the embers die

No longer can I walk these paths, for they have changed
I must be off, the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain

Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again

I remember children feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine and you were mine

Ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da-aaahhh

Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again

Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be ...

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Zorro

Zorro
Composer(s): George Bruns; Norm Foster
Performer(s): The Chordettes; Mellomen



Sound of hoof beats
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Sound of blade going through the air
Sound of hoof beats again

Out of the night when the full moon is bright
Comes a horseman known as Zorro
He's already gave his mark of Z with his blade
A Z that stands for Zorro

Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
The fox of cunning and creed
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
He makes the sign of the Z

Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro

He is alive let the wicked take fright
When they catch the sight of Zorro
He's a friend of the weak and the poor and the meek
This very unique Senor Zorro

Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
The fox of cunning and creed
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro
He makes the sign of the Z

Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Zorro, Zorro
Sound of hoof beats

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Sunday Susie


Sunday Susie
Composer(s): John Dawson
Performer(s): New Riders Of The Purple Sage



Nine To Five To Stay Alive Is What I Have To Do
Nine To Five I Stay Alive By Hoping That You
Will Come And See Me Sunday Susie
You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me

You Don't Have To Bring Me Nothing
Maybe Just Say Hi
You Don't Have To Pledge Your Loving
You Don't Have To Try
Just Come And See Me Sunday Susie
You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me

Ah Sunday Is The Lord's Day Susie
He Sat Down To Rest
Sunday Doesn't Make No Difference
Susie Is The Best

All Alone Is Where I've Been But I Don't Want To Stay
All Alone On Sunday Susie Like I've Been Today
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie You Know Where I'll Be
Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Come Make, Come Make Love With Me

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Zorro Est Arrivé


Zorro Est Arrivé ((Adapted from: Along Came Jones (by The Coasters) - 1959)) Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller - Bernard Michel Performer(s): Henri Salvador - 1964



Dans mon fauteuil, je regardais Le film à la télé Un type nommé Jojo le Bouffi Poursuivait la pauvre Suzy Il la coinça près d'la scierie Et très méchamment lui dit: "Si tu m'donnes pas ton ranch, en moins d'deux Je vais t'couper en deux" Puis il l'empoigna Et alors? Ben, il la ficela Et alors? Il la mit sous la scie Et alors? Et alors? Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé Sans s'presser Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau Mais bientôt j'ai pris la deuxième chaîne Car un vieux schnock parlait Charmante soirée, sur la deuxième chaîne Ils passaient le même navet Près d'une cabane Jo le Bouffi Coinçait la pauvre Suzy Et il lui disait "Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, poupée! Ou j'te transforme en purée" Puis il l'empoigna Et alors? Ben, il la ficela Et alors? Il mit le feu à la dynamite Et alors? Et alors? Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé Sans s'presser Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau Mais moi j'en avais tellement marre J'ai repris la première chaîne Et devant mes yeux, mes yeux hagards Se déroulait la même scène Et Jojo, Jojo le Bouffi Dans un sac fourrait Suzy Disant "Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, boudin! Ou j'vais t'balancer sous l'train" Puis il l'empoigna Et alors? Ben il la ficela Et alors? Sur les rails il la fit rouler Et alors? Ben le train arrivait, les copains! Et alors? Et alors? Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé Sans s'presser Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau Avec son flingue et son grand lasso Avec ses bottes et son vieux banjo Ah! Ah! Sacré Zorro, va! Ah ah ah ah!

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Sunday Morning Coming Down


Sunday Morning Coming Down
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
First release by: Ray Stevens - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1971 - Søndag Morgen (by John Mogensen)
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)



Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down

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Zot Van Aa


Zot Van Aa ((aka Eeuwig Geluk (by Nicole & Hugo) - 2008)) ((Adapted from: Les Divorcés (by Michel Delpech) - 1973)) Composer(s): Michel Delpech - Jean-Michel Rivat - Roland Vincent - F. Rover Performer(s): De Strangers - 1975



Soemwijle denk ik 't is ni waar, is da na al bekan e jaar
Da gij d'r uittrok mè diên andere
Nog altijd kan ik er ni bij, da gij zo tegenover mij
In doen en late kon verandere
Ge wou direkt nen avokaat, de klein die moest nor 't pensionaat
Daar was ze zogezee geborge
Want och diê vent wou aa alleen, da kind da was nen blok on oe been
D'r moest 'n ander mor veur zorge

Ge woont nà same mè diê vent, op 'n modern appartement
Zo hee 't 'm 'r wel e stuk of zeve
En z'hemme mij nà ook verteld, da ni diê vent mor wel ze geld
Ba aa den deurslag hee gegeve
Ik zèn daarom da weet ik wel, bij aa compleet van giênen tel
Ge zè mij nor het schijnt vergete
Mor a's ge me van tijd, god-wèt, veur 't iên of 't ander nodig hèt
Lot mij dan astemblieft iet wete

't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa

M'n vriende zegge och komaan, vergettet. . Trekket oe ni aan
't zal allemol z'nen tijd wel dure
Mor azzek thuis koom krij'k 't wèr, en ik zit lak nen onnozelèr
Te suffe tusse m'n vier mure
Ik wou da'k oe spreke kon, al was het langs den telefon'
Mor ik heb de moed ni om te belle
Ik heb de nummero pertang, mor 't hee d'in feite giên belang
Wa kunne wij nà nog vertelle

't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa

Ik weet wel dat 't aa ni intresseert, mor 'k heb in 't eerste geprobeerd
Om me veur aa van kant te make
Het feit da gij kon afstand doen, van al wa tussen ons bestoeng
Da konnek ni gewoon gerake
Mor sè ge zie, we leve toch, en af en toe dan droom ik nog
Da meen ik zonder overdrijve
Ik droom dan da wij allebei, beginne mè 'n proper lei
Om dan veurgoe bijeen te blijve

't Leve go voort
Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve
Eve zot van aa

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Søndag Morgen


Søndag Morgen
((Adapted from: Sunday Morning Coming Down (by Ray Stevens) - 1969))
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson - John Mogensen
Performer(s): John Mogensen - 1971

Titles In Other Languages:
1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs)
1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)



Jeg stod op en søndag morgen
kigged´ ud og så en himmel trist og grå
fik mig vasket lidt en kam igennem håret
skægget lod jeg bare stå
Hvorfor pynte sig, en ensom mand
der blot skal ha´ en lang dag til at gå
og for øvrigt knækked´ snørrebåndet
det var det, der mangled´
Jeg fik nok
Jeg sprang ned a´ trappen, ud på gaden
blæsten kom og rusked´ mig i nakken
Jeg blev hurtigt kølet af, slog kraven op
og fandt den sidste mønt i frakken
På en kaffebar i nabolaget sad jeg lidt og lytted´ efter snakken
det´ svært at være ene, når man ønsker
man var medlem af en flok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag
I en park så jeg en far
som stod og leged´ med sin pige ved en gynge
Fra et åbent vindue hørtes barnegråd
en mor fik standset ved at synge
Det var mer´ end jeg ku´ ta´
det var som sten blev lagt på hjertet i en dynge
Jeg blev syg i sjælen
længtes efter kærlighed, et sted at gå i dok
Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig
Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg
Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af
må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag

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You Oughta Be In Pictures


You Oughta Be In Pictures
Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Dana Suesse
Performer(s): Little Jack Little;
and various other artists



You oughta be in pictures
You’re wonderful to see
You oughta be in pictures
Oh what a hit you would be!
Your voice would thrill a nation
Your face would be adored
You’d make a great sensation
with wealth and fame your reward
And if you should kiss the way you kiss
When we’re alone
You’d make ev’ry girl and man
A fan worshiping at your throne
You oughta shine as brightly
As Jupiter and Mars
You oughta be in pictures
My star of stars

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The Children Of Bethlehem


The Children Of Bethlehem Composer(s): Tom Paxton Performer(s): John Denver



The children of Bethlehem One cold winter's night Were wakened by singing And a heavenly light With whispers and murmurs On pattering feet The children of Bethlehem Came into the street The people were sleeping All safely in bed The children heard singing In the sky overhead They heard, "Peace will be with you Whoever you are Oh, come to the stable Come, follow the Star!" And the children of Bethlehem That cold winter's night Came down to the stable They followed the light Now the roosters were crowing At the dawning of day The baby lay sleeping In the manger he lay The children of Bethlehem Came in two by two They came to the manger That the Star brought them to They came to the manger Where the sweet Baby lay The children of Bethlehem Showed us the way

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You Ought To Be With Me


You Ought To Be With Me
Composer(s): Al Green;
Willie Mitchell; Al Jackson
Performer(s): Al Green; Al Jarreau



Sit right down and talk to me
about how you want to be
you ought to be with me
ya, you ought to be with me
Thinking about what people do
talking about how I love you
thinking there's nothing to what they say
you ought to be with me, anyway
They don't want to see us do
all of the dumb things we want to
you ought to be with me
hey, you ought to be with me
You don't have to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
you can be denied and walk away
and turn your back for another day
You ought to be the kind of girl
that can brighten up this old world
and it's hard to see why you and me
can't be together happily
I'm trying to realize
you being with some other guy
I don't know the reason why
you ought to be with me until I die
(you ought to be with me until I die)
I don't want to waste my time
if you want to be a friend of mine
I want to hold you tight, love you right
put good feelin' in your night

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Sunday Morning Christian


Sunday Morning Christian
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Harlan Howard



Mr. Jones, this car you sold me, isn't all that I desired
You swore it was young and healthy, now I find it's old and tired
But a deal's a deal you tell me and there's nothing to be done
Mr Jones, I'd like you better if you robbed me with a gun

You're a Sunday morning Christian, sir, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday

Mrs. Smith, your fine attendance shows the Christian life you live
But I know your little secret, you expect God to forgive
You'll kiss your husband Monday mornin', see him safely on his way
Then get ready for your lover, it's a long time till Sunday

You're a Sunday morning Christian, ma'm, singin' louder than the rest
Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest
But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways
Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin'
Don't let me stand in your way
Surely God will forgive you next Sunday

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You Only Live Twice


You Only Live Twice
Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse; John Barry
Performer(s): Nancy Sinatra;
and various other artists



You Only Live Twice or so it seems
One life for yourself and one for your dreams
You drift through the years and life seems tame
Till one dream appears and love is its name

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone

This dream is for you, so pay the price
Make one dream come true, you only live twice

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on
Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone

This dream is for you, so pay the price
Make one dream come true, you only live twice

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Sunday Morning


Sunday Morning
Composer(s): Lou Reed - John Cale
First release by: The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists



Sunday morning
Brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all

Sunday morning
And I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

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You Never Really Wanted Me


You Never Really Wanted Me
Composer(s): Charlie Rich
Performer(s): Charlie Rich; Candi Station



You never really wanted me
Now I can see
Yes I can see
You took your love and ran away from me
You've gone and now you're back
What do you want from me?
Standing there
Please don't cry over me
After all you never cried for me before
Why start now?
Isn't it a little late for that now girl
Don't go feeling sorry for yourself
Remember I loved you
I loved you
I never knew the games we played
Had such a lasting grip upon the plans we made
I was busy laughing waiting for the day
Now our time is gone
And there's nothing left to say
Standing there
Please don't cry over me
After you never cried for me before...

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A Sunday Kind Of Love


A Sunday Kind Of Love
Composer(s): Barbara Belle - Louis Prima - Anita Leonard - Stan Rhodes
First release by: Claude Thornhill & His Orch. - 1946
Covered by multiple other artists



I want a Sunday Kind of Love
A love to last, past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
I want a Sunday Kind of Love
And I want a, a love that's on the square

Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere
I need a Sunday kind of love
I do all my Sunday dreaming, and all my scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day
And I'm hoping to discover a certain kind of
lover Who will show me the way
And my arms need someone to imput
To keep me warm when Monday's and Tuesday's grow
cold. And I need a love for all my life to have and to hold
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yeahhhhh I don't want a
Monday or a Tuesday, Wednesday or a Thursday
Friday or Saturday I don't want nothing baby
I want a Sunday Kind of Love

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You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry


You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry
Composer(s): Roland Howard



When a child I lived at Lincoln
With my parents on the farm
The lessons that my Mother taught
To me were quite a charm
She'd often take me on her knee
When tired of childish play
And as she pressed me to her breast
I've heard my Mother say

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

As years rolled on
I grew to be a mischief loving boy
Destruction seemed my only sport
It was my only joy
And well I do remember
When oft times well chastised
How Father sat close by my side
And thus has me advised

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

When I arrived at manhood
I engaged in public life
But found the hill was rugged then
And full of care and strife
I speculated foolishly
My losses were severe
But still a tiny little voice
Kept whispering in my ear

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

Then I studied strict economy
And found to my surprise
My funds, instead of sinking
Very quickly then did rise
I grasped each chance and always
Struck the iron while 'twas still hot
I seized the opportunities
And never once forgot

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

I am married now and happy
I've a charming little Wife
We live in peace and harmony
Devoid of care and strife
Fortune smiles upon us
We have little children, three
The lessons that I teach them
As they cluster round my knee

Waste not, want not
Is the maxim I would teach
Let your watchword be despatch
And practice what you preach
Do not let your chances
Like sunbeams, pass you by
For you never miss the water
Till the well runs dry

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