[sweetliberty]

"Think about a different song. Problem solved."

Always worked for me.

[Richard Kimball]

I'm sorry to do this, but here's the nuclear bomb of bad songs to get stuck in your head. Worse than tie a yellow ribbon. Worse than going through the desert on a horse with no name. Worse than ain't no sunshine. Worse than Sugar, sugar.

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed,
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

CHORUS
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!


I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around you
The birds, like tender babies in your hands

CHORUS


There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one.


I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why.


extended (1:24) up-tempo instrumental interlude that rivals anything done by Chicago or even "Classical Gas" by Mason Williams

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down...
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh NO!! (upon which Harris suffers an irreversible gender change)