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Posted on 11/19/2020 5:03:51 PM PST by fatima
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Kevin Ayers~Mr Cool (I cant find the audio)
Whatever happened to Mr Cool
Somebody took him back to school
He thought he knew but he did not
Now his name is Mr Hot.
Oh Mr Hot, Mr Hot don’t think your through cause you’re not
You still don’t have what you’ve got
Oh no no no no
Whatever happened to Know-It-All
Knew how to climb but not to fall
He had to fall from so high above
The only place deep enough was love.
Oh Mr Hot, Mr Hot don’t think your through cause you’re not
You still don’t have what you’ve got
Oh no no no no
Banana, banana
Sleep in between two beds is a fiddle
you’re bound to fall through the hole in the middle
You want your cake and eat it too
One day the cake turn around and eat you
Oh Mr Hot, Mr Hot don’t think your through cause you’re not
You still don’t have what you’ve got
Oh no no no no
Whatever happened to Mr Cool
Somebody took him back to school
He thought he knew but he did not
Now they call him Mr Hot.
Thanks, Fiji, for the fun tunes. ((HUGS))
OK.
When I have someone else’s WiFi to steal...
I am wifi challenged.
Thanks, Betty Jane, for the tunes for our troops. ((HUGS))
You mean it’s possible to get on FR without the internet?
Or did I misunderstand what you’re saying?
Thanks, Michael.SF., for the tunes for the troops. ((HUGS))
Good evening, Mayor, and thank you for today’s sustenance for body and soul.
The weekend can be seen if we stand on tiptoes. I’m ready for it.
Just so awesome...Hot City...
I got a call on a rainy Monday
Business was uneasy
so I flipped open a fresh packet of cigarettes
and considered the situation
Was her daddy bad?
Was it bullets for my baby?
But there’s one thing bothering me
Who was the man in the jar?
The fog drifted down over the river
I turned up the collar of my coat
I gotta get over there fast, fast, fast
Call me a cab, call me a cab
I entered the study
Through the french windows
There on the floor was all that was left
Of the man with no face
Crazy
Was the name of the case
Of the man with no face
The man in the jar
Daisy
Was the name of the dame
with the fabulous frame
The man in the jar
Brother
I’m telling a tale
Of a beautiful frail
Whose daddy was bad
Buddy
Don’t give me no jive
Just staying alive
The man in the jar, The man in the jar
He wanna get out, he wanna get out
Smashin’ the glass, smashin’ the glass, smashin’ the glass
The man in the jar
I knew this was the grande finale
‘Cos Hot City was too hot for Daisy
That was the name of the frail who ended in jail
Leaving me as a patsy
Honey take my gun
Sixteen guys entered the elevator at the same time
that can only mean that
I must be the man in the jar
Hot shot-
Give me the phone
Then leave me alone
I’m like the man in the jar
Sister
You got me all wrong
I’m stringing along
With the man in the jar
Zaba zaba zaba da ba baba da za zaba da ba
Zaba zaba zaba da ba baba da za zaba da ba
The man in the jar
The man in the jar
He wanna get out
He wanna get out
He’s smashin’ the glass
He’s smashin’ the glass
He’s smashin’ the glass
The man in the jar
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