GEORGE BASSMAN

I'm tired of the noise and hurly-burly
that fills the city late and early.
I long to hear the music of the used-to-be
that mother nature made for me.

I want to wander where the skies are blue,
where birds are singing all the long day through,
the music that I love to listen to
down on melody farm.

The cowbells tinkle in the early morn.
the bees are buzzin' 'round a field of corn,
to tell me that another song is born
down on melody farm.

The lazy river is drifting along
while daffodils dance on a hill
and while it's drifting it composes a song
to a water lily.

The morning sings the golden melody,
the evening brings the moonlight symphony,
for all the world is wrapped in harmony
down on melody farm.

I'm gonna pack my bag,
I'm gonna clear my brain,
and then I'm gonna buy a one-way ticket
on the fastest choo-choo train.

I'm gonna try to find
a little peace of mind.
I wanna leave the sound of rivets
and the horns of taxis way behind.

I want to run through the fields of the new-mown hay
and at the close of day
let me stray
where I hear the organ playing.
Just a song at twighlight
when the lights are low.
I wanna go,
I wanna go
I wanna be a little country girl in calico.

The morning sings the golden melody,
the evening brings the moonlight symphony,
for all the world is wrapped in harmony
down on melody farm.

It was going pop
And it couldn't stop
Now it's number one,
Thanks to Tom the piper's Son.

Tom, Tom, the piper's Son
Stole a tune and away he run
And away run he
With that melody
Tom was hot, the tune was sweet
But he revamped it with a new off-beat
And the classic thing,
Got a shot of swing

Mr. Brahms cried och!
So did Mozart and Bach
And to hear them rave
Paginini tumbled over in his grave

And now that tune, that no one played
Has stepped right up and hit the hit parade
It was growing pop
And it couldn't, STOP!

Now it's number one thanks to Tom the piper's son.
Chorus with swing ;)

Tom was hot, the tune was sweet
But he vamped it with a boogie beat
And the classic thing,
Got a shot of swing

Beethoven turned gray
So did Debussy and Bose
It was such a stew
Tchaikovsky said "I'm gonna sue!"

And now that tune, that no one played
Has stepped right up and hit the hit parade
It was growing pop and it couldn't, stop...
Now it's number one thanks to Tom the piper's son.

Ev'ry Little Movement

Ev'ry little movement,
Has a meaning of it's own
Ev'ry thought and feeling,
By some posture can be shown.

And ev'ry love thought
That comes a stealing
All your being Must be revealing
All it's sweetness In some appealing little gesture
All of it's own.

Verse:
I was just lonely melisande,
Pity, pity me.
Came a little wizard,
waved his wand,
Dreamed you up for me
Now i feel a tingle
each time i glimpse
your face go dreaming by;
Proving the heart is quicker than the eye

Chorus:
When I look at you,
I hear lovly music,
can it be my heart that sings?
when I look at you,
I look at an angel,
tell me where you've parked your wings
dizzy me, silly moon
crazy quilt of a sky
are you real, or a dream
that got caught in my eye?
When I look at you,
I im looking at rainbows.
Stars come tumbling down from above,
and im in love with you my love.