I wake up every morning with these memories in my head I think of you all the time But most of all in bed These old dreams that I'm having, having Each
Johnny is the joker (He's a bird) A very funny joker (He's a bird) But when he jokes my honey (He's a dog) His jokin' ain't so funny (What a dog) Johnny
There she was just a-walkin' down the street Singin' do wah diddy diddy down diddy do Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet Singin' do wah diddy
Dogs is dogs Chickens is chickens You can break my heart But it keeps on ticking away Can't you hear what say You can play your game But this old dog
I think I'm falling in love With the girl next door 'Cause I'm getting the kind of feeling That I've never had before It's running through my fingers
She's got that itty bitty smile Makes my heart go wild And I feel like a puppet on a string I'd surely walk a mile Even change my style In fact, I'd
Well, that's all right now, Mama That's all right for you That's all right now, Mama Just any way you do Well, that's all right (That's all right) That
I've got a special friend that I see each day We like to sit and talk, sometimes we just play Do you know who I'm talkin' about Gonna let my secret out
Don't know much about history Don't know much biology Don't know much about a science book Don't know much about the French I took But I do know that
Don't know much about history, Don't know much biology. Don't know much about a science book, Don't know much about the french I took. But I do know that
We're off to the rodeo To watch the cowboy show The thing that makes them different Than what we've grown to know 'Cause they'll take their knocks And
I don't know much about history Don't know much biology Don't know much about the science books Don't know much about the French I took All I do know
What a wonderful world, world, world, world What a wonderful world, world, world, world What a wonderful world, world, world, world Is this really a wonderful
There you go and baby, here am I Well, you left me here so I could sit and cry Golly gee, what have you done to me? But I guess it doesn't matter any
It's funny how the distance can make you feel close And the things you lost are the things you want most The weather's fine here, perfect shade of blue
My life goes on in endless song above earth's lamentations, I hear the real, though far-off hymn that hails a new creation. Through all the tumult and
I see trees that are green, red roses too I watch them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I hear babies cry, I watch
When cockle shells turn into silvery bells, then will my love return to me. When roses grow in the wintery snow, then will my love return to me. Oh waly
