Let's sing an song!

[Crazy Guggenheim]

I've been working on the railroad
All the livelong day
I've been working on the railroad
Just to pass the time away

Can't you hear the whistle blowing
Rise up so early in the morn
Can't you hear the captain shouting
Dinah, blow your horn

Dinah, won't you blow
Dinah, won't you blow
Dinah, won't you blow your horn
Dinah, won't you blow
Dinah, won't you blow
Dinah, won't you blow your horn

Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Someone's in the kitchen I know
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strumming on the old banjo, and singing

Fie, fi, fiddly i o
Fie, fi, fiddly i o
Fie, fi, fiddly i o
Strumming on the old banjo

[Crazy Guggenheim]

1. IT'S A LONG, LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY

Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day,
As the streets are paved with gold, sure ev'ryone was gay;
Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square,
Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there:

Chorus:
"lt's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go;
It's a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know!
Good-ye, Piccadilly!
Farewell, Leicester Square!
It's a long, long way to Tipperary,
But my heart's right there! "

Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O,
Saying, "Should you not receive it,
Write and let me know!
If I make mistakes in spelling, Molly dear," said he
" Remember it's the pen that's bad,
Don't lay the blame on me."

Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy 0.
Saying. "Mike Mahoney wants to marry me, and so
Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, or you'll be to blame
For love has fairly drove me silly, hoping you're the same!"

Chorus.

[Crazy Guggenheim]

2. Daisy.

Daisy, Daisy
Give me your answer do
I'm half crazy all for the love of you
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you look sweet
Upon a seat
Of a bicycle built for two

[Crazy Guggenheim]

3. Sing along with Mitch.

[GoddessOfGuinness]

10. Mr GoG's uncle used to

play banjo on Mitch's show.

[Crazy Guggenheim]

11. Really?!?!?! Did you hear any stories what he was like?

[GoddessOfGuinness]

12. I didn't...

But his uncle's brother is John Pizzarelli (Senior), of Jazz guitar renown. He could probably tell a tale or two.

[JVS]

4. Are you ready for the sex, girls?

Unfortunately I am unable to find the lyrics of this great song best known from it's appearance on Revenge of the Nerds! Any help would be appreciated. I know the band is the gleaming spires

[Crazy Guggenheim]

5. This is the only one I could find.

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&lr=&ie=ISO-8859-1&safe=off&q=%22gleaming+spires%22+%2B%22Are+You+Ready+For+Sex+Girls%22

[Popol Vuh]

6. When I was young....

....it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
Acceptable, respecable, presentable, a vegtable!

At night, when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

[Crazy Guggenheim]

7. Super Tramp.

[Popol Vuh]

8. Great Group

Great Song.. I think.. :)

[GoddessOfGuinness]

9. Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road,

Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal;
There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or,
The giant will rise with the moon.

'Twas the same ancient fever in the Isles of the Blest,
That our fathers brought with them when they went west;
It's the blood of the Druids that never will rest,
The giant will rise with the moon.

So crash the glass down. Move with the tide.
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside;
Crash the glass down,
Fingal will rise with the moon.

In inclement weather the people are fey,
Three-thousand-year stories as the night slips away;
Remembering Fingal feels not far away,
The giant will rise with the moon.

The wind's in the north. There'll be new moon tonight,
And we have no circle to dance in its sight;
So light a torch, bring the bottle, and build the fire bright,
The giant will rise with the moon!

So crash the glass down. Move with the tide,
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside;
Crash the glass down,
Fingal will rise with the moon.

Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road,
Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal;
There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or,
The giant will rise with the moon.