We are the Village Green Preservation Society God save Donald Duck, Vaudeville and Variety We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society God save strawberry
My big day, it was the biggest day of my life It was the summit of my long career But I felt so down and I drank too much beer And my manager said that
Walter, remember when the world was young And all the girls knew Walter's name? Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed? Do you
Johnny Thunder lives on water, feeds on lightning Johnny Thunder don't need no one, don't want money And all the people of the town, they can't get through
Like the last of the good ol' puffer trains I'm the last of the blood and sweat brigade And I don't know where l'm going, or why I came I'm the last
Big sky looked down on, all the people looking up at the big sky Everybody pushing one another around Big sky feels sad when he sees the children scream
A long, long time ago In the land of idiot boys There lived a cat, a phenomenal cat Who loved to wallow all day No one bothered him As he sat, content
Picture yourself when you're getting old Sat by the fireside a-pondering on Picture book, pictures of your mama Taken by your papa, a long time ago Picture
Baby, you don't know what you're saying Because you're a victim of bright city lights And your mind is not right You think the world's at your feet '
the old oak tree Although I loved my Daisy, I sought fame And so I left the village Green I miss the village Green and all the simple people I miss the village Green
This world is big and wild and half insane Take me where real animals are playing Just a dirty old shack, where the hound dogs bark That we called our
In a dark and misty house Where no Christian man has been Wicked Annabella mixes a brew That no one's ever seen Relatives have passed her by Too scared
Just sitting down by the riverside Spreading my arms to the open wide Now, I am free and the world's at my feet I can close my eyes Oh love, keep me
Under a lamp light Monica stands at midnight And every guy think he can buy her love But money can't buy sweet lovin' from Monica Morning to moonshine
old oak tree. Although I loved my Daisy, I saw fame, And so I left the village green. I miss the village green, And all the simple people. I miss the village green
