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Song Titles by Album
Dean
Friedman
Company / Ariel / Solitaire / Woman of Mine / Song for My Mother / The Letter / I May Be Young / Humor Me / Funny Papers / Love is Not Enough
"Well, Well," Said the Rocking Chair"
Rocking Chair / I've Had Enough / Lucky Stars / Shopping Bag Ladies / Don't You Ever Dare / The Deli Song (Corned Beef on Wry) / Lydia / S&M / You Can Let Down Your Hair
Rumpled
Romeo
First Date / McDonald's Girl / Are You Ready Yet? / Hey Larry / Love is Real / Buy My Baby a Car / Special Effects / I Depend on You / Marginal Middle Class / I Will Never Leave You
Songs For Grownups
[Disc One] Sandy / Hob-Nobbin' / Saturday Fathers / Little Black Cloud / Jennifer's Baby / Don't Mourn, Don't Cry / Wishing on a Satellite / It's Only Make Believe / Dodo / Where Have All the Angels Flown? / The Dolphins Were Dancing / Sometimes I Forget / God of Abraham / It's a Wonderful Life
[Disc Two] Typical Town / She's a Working Mom /
Put You in My Pocket / No One
Knows / Don't Marry That Boy / Under a Canopy /
Multimedia Man / New Lang Syne
/ Maybe in a Million Years / Ayamba Yayahu /
Hey, Hey,
Hillary / How Does This Story End? /
Hale Bob She Bop / All Grown
Now
The Treehouse Journals
The Wind Blows / You and Me, Babe / Welcome to the World / Summer Days / No School Today / The Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World / Who Was The One? / One Autumn Afternoon / Amelia / Happy Ever After / Picture Postcard Life / Like A Swan / George Washington Slept Here
by Dean Friedman
We were just barely out of school when we moved in together in a one room flat off Riverside.
And in our tiny vestibule we embraced before we stepped outside,
To brave the cold, cold winds. Our love begins.
Long afternoons we lay in bed, watching TV, reading romance novels, mysteries and magazines.
And who would've guessed just up ahead we would learn what pain and heartache means.
'Cause sweet beginnings pass. They never last.
But we're all grown, all grown, all grown now.
Yes, we're all grown, all grown, all grown now.
And it doesn't really matter how the both of us arrived.
It's just a miracle that we survived.
All throughout the early years as we lived our life and made mistakes and tried each other's sanity.
You see, in spite of all our fears we both knew that this was meant to be.
It may have been naïve, but we believed.
In times of anger our love hid, but never fled and so we learned that love means living with a broken heart.
And though there were times we almost did, somehow we have never come apart.
Our souls have both been scarred, the road was hard.
And we're all grown, all grown, all grown now...
And so it's been throughout our life that when each has failed the other finds the strength to mend the broken ties.
Because a husband and a wife must both know how to read between the lies.
To stay may seem a curse. To leave is worse.
Now as we put the kids to bed and turn out the light you know I can't help wondering where the time has gone.
And as they say their sweet goodnights and beg for one last bedtime song,
I think how blessed we are, to come so far.
And we're all grown, all grown, all grown now...
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
by Dean Friedman
Amelia, don’t you look that way.
You’ve got no reason to be sad.
Time flies and with the brand new day,
I’ll be back before the summer rain can wash your tears away.
All that I have, all that I hold dear,
All my hopes and dreams, abide here.
And like a ghost, I disappear.
Amelia, don’t you look that way.
You’ve got no reason to be sad.
Time flies and with the brand new day,
I’ll be back before the summer rain can wash your tears away.
Look in my eyes. Give me a big smile.
You know your daddy loves you, you beautiful child.
And I promise I’ll be back in a little while.
Amelia, don’t you look that way.
You’ve got no reason to be sad.
Time flies and with the brand new day,
I’ll be back before the summer rain can wash your tears away.
God only knows why it must be so.
Why you have to stay and why I have to go.
If there’s another way, I’ll never know.
Copyright © 2002 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
Are you ready yet? Are you ready yet?
Is your peace of mind in a little bind?
Are your cheeks all wet?
Do you hesitate, 'cause you're not quite sure?
Would you like to have just a little more time before?
Are you ready yet? Is your mind made up?
Are you all prepared, just a little scared, to be all grown up?
Do you feel secure? Are you very sure?
Are you certain that you're old enough for what's in store?
Are you ready yet for what's just begun?
Do you know with all your heart and soul that she's the one?
Are you ready yet? Does he seem all right?
Are you pretty calm? Are there any qualms about tonight?
Do you feel at ease? Are you self-assured ?
Are you confident that the choice was made of your own accord?
Of your own accord?
Are you ready yet? Are you ready yet?...
Copyright © 1981 -1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
Way on the other side of the Hudson,
deep in the bosom of suburbia,
I met a young girl, she sang mighty fine,
Tears on My Pillow and Ave Maria.
Standing by the waterfall in Paramus Park
she was working for the Friends-of-BAI
She was collecting quarters in a paper cup.
She was looking for change and so was I.
She was a Jewish girl. I fell in love with her.
She wrote her number on the back of my hand.
I called her up, I was all out of breath, I said,
"Come hear me play in my rock and roll band.
I took a shower and I put on my best blue jeans.
I picked her up in my new VW van.
She wore a peasant blouse with nothing underneath.
I said, "Hi". She said, "Yeah, I guess I am."
Ariel…
We had a little time, we were real hungry.
We went to Dairy Queen for something to eat.
She had some onion rings. She had a pickle.
She forgot to tell me that she didn't eat meat.
I had a gig in the American Legion Hall.
It was a dance for the Volunteer Ambulance Corp.
She was sitting in a corner against the wall.
She would smile and I melted all over the floor.
Ariel…
I took her home with me. We watched some TV,
Annette Funicello and some guy going steady.
I started fooling around with the vertical hold.
We got the munchies and I made some spaghetti.
We sat and we talked into the night,
while channel 2 was signing off the air.
I found the softness of her mouth.
We made love to bombs bursting in Arrrrrriel….
Ariel…
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright 1976 PKM Music (ASCAP) c/o Publishers’ Licensing Corporation P.O. Box 5807, Englewood, NJ 07631 USA
Ayamba Yayahu (It's Just Another Day)
by Dean Friedman
I was standing in the middle of the planet.
I was wondering who ran it.
When suddenly the sky turned red
And a voice above me said,"
Ayamba Yayahu
In this world there's nothing new
Umayim Koyahey
It's just another day
I was standing under an awning.
When a cricket started yawning
He Said, Be sure and have your fill
'Cause if you don't, the whippoorwill
Ayamba Yayahu
In this world there's nothing new
Umayim Koyahey
It's just another day
I was flipping through the Wall Street Journal
The headline read "Hope Springs Eternal"
But in the margin it said, "Beware!
Of raging bulls and dancing bears."
Ayamba Yayahu
In this world there's nothing new
Umayim Koyahey
It's just another dayAyamba Yayahu…
I was talking to a babbling brook.
When the ground beneath me shook.
And as the rain began to pour.
I wondered, what on earth's the metaphor?
Ayamba Yayahu
In this world there's nothing new
Umayim Koyahey
It's just another day
I was standing in the middle of the street.
I was standing on my feet.
When suddenly the light turned red.
And a kind policeman said, "
Ayamba Yayahu
In this world there's nothing new
Umayim Koyahey
It's just another day
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
Well, I don't make a lot of money,
But I know what I'm gonna do -
Buy a present for my honey,
With a note says, "I love you".
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
I'm gonna strap us in and we'll take a spin right down the boulevard.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
And with the flick of a palm I'll turn the radio on,
We'll go searching for the stars.
My baby's in a mild depression,
All bewildered and perturbed.
But I can just see her expression,
When I pull up to the curb.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
I'm gonna strap us in and we'll take a spin right down the boulevard.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
And with the flick of a palm I'll turn the radio on,
We'll go searching for the stars.
Well, you can raise the price,
And you can hike my heating bill,
You can bring the pot to boil,
And you can do it all at will,
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
I'm gonna strap us in and we'll take a spin right down the boulevard.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
I'm gonna buy my baby a car.
And with the flick of a palm I'll turn the radio on,
We'll go searching for the stars.I'm gonna buy my baby a car . . . . .
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
words by Stuffy Shmitt
music by Dean Friedman
Got a rich man's dream. Wanna swap my taxi on a limousine.
Wanna cash it in. Wanna give it all away.
Got a poor man's needs. Beans in the bucket and love in the sheets.
And your sandy eyes. Making it all all right.
Something's calling on me...
And I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know where I'm going.
I got no place to be.
Honey, keep me company.
Woke peacefully in a town somehow in New Jersey.
In my momma's arms, rocking to the radio.
Now I sing myself to sleep in apartment 4 in building G.
Gotta lock the door. Gotta hide the key.
Oh, baby, I'm free...
And I don't know where I'm going.
I don't know where I'm going.
I got no place to be.
Honey, keep me company.
Now maybe one day I'll be a famous man with an LA tan,
a million fans, and a catamaran floating movie stars.
Or maybe one day I'll be a bum in the gutter with a bottle in my hands.
And your sandy eyes making it all all right.
Making it all all right.
Making it all all right.
Words by Stuffy Shmitt / Music by Dean Friedman & Stuffy Shmitt
Copyright 1974 PKM Music (ASCAP) & Holy Cow Music c/o Publishers’ Licensing Corporation P.O. Box 5807, Englewood, NJ 07631 USA
by Dean Friedman
I have a friend, he is a remarkable guy. He teaches little children in
Bedford Sty.
Act too nice they'll just spit in your eye. But they know he loves them.
He doesn't make much money and what he does he gives away.
It's not that he's foolish it's just his way.
He drove his first wife crazy and his second wife too. He says he wishes he
could change. But I know that that's not true.
He's a Dodo.
He's a Dodo.
He's a Dodo.
He's a Dodo bird
I know a woman she is 43. She spends every day of her life in the library.
She studies neo-classical poetry. She says truth is beauty.
Surrounded by her books, she barely ever stirs, while all around her the laptops
purr.
Her heart is full of passion and the struggle for the good.
She'd sprout wings to fly away but even if she could…
She's a Dodo
She's a Dodo
She's a Dodo
She's a Dodo bird
She believes in the love and beauty shining in us all.
She believes in hope and prayer and the meaning of it all.
I met a child like a flower in the sun. She puts her faith and trust in
everyone.
She isn't blind, it's just she's too young to see right through you.
But she doesn't realize the danger she is in.
People try to warn her but she doesn't listen.
Spirited, determined, stubborn and naive.
Mourn for her lost innocence for which she soon must grieve.
She's a Dodo.
She's a Dodo
She's a Dodo
She's a Dodo bird.
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
Don't Marry That Boy. He's gonna leave you with a broken heart.
Don't Marry That Boy. He's gonna tear your perfect world apart.
You don't listen at all.
You say you know the score.
You've got total recall.
You've heard it all before.
I'd fade into the wall if I wasn't so sure.
And I realize you'll do what you want anyway.
And you're not gonna like it but I've still got to say...
Don't Marry That Boy. He's gonna leave you with a broken heart.
Don't Marry That Boy. He's gonna tear your perfect world apart.
If I could just get through.
If there were someone else.
He doesn't love you.
He loves himself
What I wouldn't do to stop those wedding bells.
And you know all we want is what's best for you
And we'll all still love you whatever you do.
Don't Marry That Boy. He's gonna leave you with a broken heart.
Don't Marry That Boy. He's gonna tear your perfect world apart.
And it's all been arranged so what can you do.
You tell me he's changed.
I wish it were true.
But I see the danger and I'm afraid for you.
And I know that you think that I'm being unkind.
But I wish there were some way to change your mind.
Don't Marry That Boy. He's gonna leave you with a broken heart.
Don't Marry That Boy. He's gonna tear your perfect world apart.
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
I never told you but it's time you learned the truth about your mom.
She was working for the Soviets when they stole the atomic bomb.
And you were born in a bomb bay in Bombay when they turned the search lights on.
So,
Don't mourn, don't cry.
All god's children have a right to die.
And she did more living than the next guy.
I know some things are hard to hear but I'll say them anyway.
Your real father was a bombardier for the good old USA.
And your momma was passing secrets to the underground when they stole your pa
away. So,
Don't mourn, don't cry.
All god's children have a right to die.
And she did more living than the next guy.
It all sounds crazy, but I swear it's true; just ask your aunt Louise.
You know your momma was a lot like you and she lived her life for peace.
So, don't be sorry for what you didn't do, just thank god for her release.
Don't mourn, don't cry.
All god's children have a right to die.
And she did more living than the next guy.
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
Don't you ever dare do that again.
Save that kind of nonsense for your friends.
I've got better things to do,
Than feel sorry for the likes of you.
You are not the child you'd like to be.
You can control your destiny
And if I offend your sensibilities,
Well, pardon me.
It's irresponsible. It isn't right. It isn't
fair.
I wouldn't give a good goddamn.
It only makes me crazy, it only makes me crazy 'cause I care.
In spite of all the things you've heard,
Adult is not a dirty word.
So say goodbye to all your Nancy Drews.
You're still a kid. You still can feel.
But everything from this point on is real.
It's irresponsible. It isn't right. It isn't
fair.
I wouldn't give a good goddamn.
It only makes me crazy, it only makes me crazy 'cause I care.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright © 1978/2013 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
by Dean Friedman
Hurry home from High School. Set the dinner table.
Straighten out the living room. Child you're in full bloom.
Draw yourself a warm bath. Douse yourself with perfume.
Slip into some soft things. Wait until the bell rings.
First date. First date. First date…
Will he want to French kiss? Will your Daddy like him?
Will you find something to say? Will you go all the way?
Do you have your I.D.? Do you look eighteen?
Are your jeans too tight? Do you look just right?
First date. First date. First date…
By chance does he know how to dance? Will you have a good time?
Will he want to see you soon, or will he want to see you sometime ?
First date. First date. First date…
Will he have his own car? Will he drive you straight home?
Will he rock you to and fro? Will he go real slow?
Will he be wonderful? Will he be your true love?
Will you have any fun? Will he be the one?
First date. First date. First date…
Copyright © 1976- 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
Pick up the Sunday News I need my funny papers
Little Orphan Annie and me have a rendezvous at 3:00
With Mary Worth and Dick Tracy.
And my idea of time well spent is to stay in bed with you 'til the rent is due.
Get out a checkered cloth I'll pack a picnic basket.
We'll find a clearing in the wood and you can be Red Riding Hood
You may be bad but you're so good.
And my idea of having fun is laying naked in the sun with you.
Put on your Sunday clothes I've had an inspiration.
We'll ride downtown on the "D" and have a window shopping spree
It may be crass but it's free.
And my idea of what to do is making love with you on the avenue.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright 1977 PKM Music (ASCAP) c/o Publishers’ Licensing Corporation P.O. Box 5807, Englewood, NJ 07631 USA
by Dean Friedman
I was driving down the thruway as the rain began to pour.
So I pulled into a roadside inn and stumbled through the door.
The room was dank and musty all the furniture was worn
The only light a neon sign flashing off and on
The man behind the counter said, "Sonny, would you like a beer?"
And a plaque above the bar read, "George Washington Slept Here."
George Washington Slept Here
George Washington Slept Here
Peace on Earth Let Freedom Ring
George Washington Slept Here.
As he handed me a brew a few drops spilled upon the floor.
And he began to tell a tale he'd told a thousand times before.
Of a farmer from Virginia just answering his country's call
Who lost every major battle save the biggest of them all
In the freezing dead of winter on a starless Christmas Eve
He crossed the icy river in the darkness like a thief
The enemy in revelry were taken by surprise
1000 Hessian prisoners 'neath the cold New Jersey skies.
From Germantown to Boston from Princeton to White Plains.
He led a ragtag army on a suicide campaign.
A frozen hell at Valley Forge as winter takes its toll
Those simple lines, " These are the times, the times that try men’s souls.
Without a prayer, against all odds they finally turned the tide.
And after all the smoke had cleared 10,000 men had died.
From mountain tops to valleys from far inland to the sea.
They fought for their independence and their new democracy.
Across the Hudson River they built a mighty chain.
To keep the British ships from sailing north to Lake Champlain.
They forged it in their foundries from a hundred tons of iron ore.
Stretched across 1,000 links from shore to shore.
Now, any other man, he said, would've crowned himself as king.
But this one stayed his hand so a new nation could take wing.
From the first shot heard around the world 'til the final soldier fell,
He did a job he never sought and he served his country well.
And if it’s not self evident we'd do well to recall
Here's a man who stood for liberty and justice for us all.
All at once the rain had stopped, the moon was shining bright
I took one last sip before I headed back into the night.
I thought about the colonists and their fight for liberty.
And how the actions of a single man can alter history.
As I placed a tip upon the bar I felt a sudden chill
There upon the counter lay a single dollar bill.
Now listen, wayward children as you travel far and wide
Remember no matter where you go we're all the same inside.
And never take for granted all the freedoms you enjoy.
Or a day will come some wicked son will break you like a toy.
And don't forget the kind of world this might have been.
If America had not been strong enough to fight and win.
George Washington Slept Here
George Washington Slept Here
Peace on Earth Let Freedom Ring
George Washington Slept Here.
Copyright © 2002 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
God of Abraham I thought we had a deal
We'd live as you'd intend And you'd hold up your end
But something has gone wrong You still have not come through
What are we supposed to do?
God of Abraham, God of Abraham
We're still searching for, for the promised Land.
God of Abraham, God of Abraham
Pray have pity us on lost here in the dessert in the sand.
God of Abraham, answer this one if you can:
These children that you love, What are they guilty of?
What crime did they commit? What evil did they do? That they so displeased you?
God of Abraham, God of Abraham
We're still searching for, for the promised Land.
God of Abraham, God of Abraham
Pray have pity us on lost here in the dessert in the sand.
God of Abraham God of Abraham
Are you thirsty for a sacrificial lamb.
What became of all your promises to man?
Are you listening? Or could it be you just don't give a damn?
God of Abraham, forgive me if I'm wrong.
But this suffering on Earth has gone on for too long.
Whatever did we do to make you so upset?
Or did you just forget?
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
Here's a tip: Loose lips don't sink space ships.
Count those
tiny blips. Somebody call the cops.
Hale Bop She Bop
Little Bo Peep, where are your sheep?
Fast asleep. Dreams
crashing to a stop.
Hale Bop She Bop
As we calmly face the countdown to the new millennium.
Is the age of peace upon us; or are we - hurtling towards oblivion?
Twisted pysche, ads for Nike.
Waiting for the other shoe to
drop.
Hale Bop She Bop
Hush hush, don't rush pack your toothbrush.
Brings some cash
in case we stop to shop.
Hale Bop She Bop
Everybody shares a vision. Yearns to find a better way.
Put your faith in some religion. Time to bow your head and pray.
Folk Rock, Brit Pop, Techno, Don't Stop.
Punk, Jazz, Fusion,
Alternative Hip Hop
Hale Bop She Bop
Cyber Wave. High Tech, Star Trek, Holodeck.
Don't forget to
bring your Lollipop.
Hale Bop She Bop
Time to fribble in the meadow. Time to wallow in the mire.
Time to gibble with the gumble. Time to set the world on fire.
Late night, short flight, down load website;
surfing the net
on my laptop
Hale Bop She Bop
Don't fret, my pet. Warm boot. Reset.
Double zeros. Take it
from the top.
Hale Bop She Bop
If you're faced with indecision. If you're puzzled and
perturbed.
You can't tell with much precision. Who is sane and who's absurd?
Get straight. Don't wait. It's not too late.
There's just one
gateway straight to the top.
Hale Bop She Bop
It's a new day. That's what they say.
Take your seat and drink
your soda pop.
Hale Bop She Bop
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
We were talking about love and the power of hope and the
mystical wonder of it all. We were laughing at ourselves trying to read the menu
on the wall.
We spoke of our families and how much our kids had grown. And how they shone.
Cheering as the spotlights fall
Tears and laughter fill the hall
Happy Ever After All
Happy Ever After
Happy Ever After
Happy Ever After All...
We decided to meet and have something to eat.
Just to see how each of us had done.
We'd been comrades in arms who surrendered before the war was won.
We toasted our victories, we mourned our losses too. And time flew.
Cheering as the spotlights fall
tears and laughter fill the hall
Happy Ever After
Happy Ever After
Happy Ever After All
After a while, lost in a smile, we finally walked out to the car. A not so
innocent kiss reminds us exactly who we are. We promised to keep in touch. We
wished our spouses well. Our hearts fell.
Cheering as the spotlights fall
tears and laughter fill the hall
Happy Ever After
Happy Ever After
Happy Ever After All
Copyright © 2002 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
I met my love Hillary at the local distillery.
She was leaning so languidly, on the window sillery.
And I was glued to my seat as I gazed at her feat.
Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.
My heart was hi-jacked. My lips were gobsmacked.
Her hair was shimmering. My brain was simmering.
Then my blood began to boil. My desire would not be foiled.
Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.
Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.
Right then and there I made a vow.
I'm gonna make her mine somehow.
Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.
My head was spinning like a top, as I offered her a cough
drop.
And as she placed it on her tongue,
My stomach did a flip-flop.
When I invited her to dance,
That was the start of our romance.
Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.
And though she's got her share of quirks.
Living with her has got its perks.
Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.
Now we live the way we do, in our cozy little igloo.
Feasting on corn flakes, marzipan and hot cakes.
And when she leans against the sink, she's my saucy little sausage link.
Hey, Hey, Hillary, Hey, Hey, Hillary.
And though it may sound strange to say.
I thank my god everyday.
Hey, Hey, Hillary. Hey, Hey, Hillary.
Hey, Hey, Hillary…
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
Hey Larry, can I borrow your car ?
I got a date tonight with a movie star,
She's got sexy legs and a perfect bod,
She's got such a pretty face, I swear to God,
Don't worry, it'll be all right,
We'll have a bite to eat and then we'll dance all night,
And when the sun comes up I'm gonna take her home,
And we'll kiss goodnight and I'll walk away alone,
She's not your ordinary girl,
She's much more wonderful, (She's wonderful)
I wouldn't change her for the world,
She is so extra special,
Hey Larry, you know it's just what it seems,
I thought I'd never find her but she's the girl of my dreams,
And every time I see her it's like the first time,
I get nervous and I stammer and my temperature climbs,
Gee, Larry, do you know what she said ?
She said "I always wanted someone with a lot of bread,
And then you came along and you saw right through,
And you stole my heart, so you'll just have to do,"
She's not your ordinary girl,
She's much more wonderful, (She's wonderful)
I wouldn't change her for the world,
She is so extra special.
Hey Larry, you're a real pal,
I don't know how I'll ever thank you but I can't right now,
I've got to change my clothes, I've got to take a shower,
I got to pick her up in half an hour,
So listen, Larry, see I got to run,
But what I'm tryin' to to tell you is that she's the one,
And I'll be real careful like I've always been,
And I'll see you tomorrow,
And thanks again,
She's not your ordinary girl,
She's much more wonderful, (She's wonderful)
I wouldn't change her for the world,
She is so extra special.
Hey Larry, can I borrow your car?
I got a date tonight with a movie star...
Copyright © 1976- 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
by Dean Friedman
Superman is a friend of mine. He drops by my house all the time.
He's no different than me or you. He even helps start the barbecue.
And when the rest of the guests get there,
He grills those burgers medium rare. And I'm…
Hob-Nobbin' Sharin' a meal with the Man of Steel.
Hob-Nobbin' Hangin' loose with a guy named Bruce.
Hob-Nobbin' Partee with the cats from DC.
Hob-Nobbin' with Batman and Robin
Who's that raidin' the refridgerator? It's none other than the Caped
Crusader.
The Boy Wonder is in the den, playing five card stud with the X-Men.
And though I know it's not polite to point. But there's the Joker and the
Penguin and they're smokin' a joint. And I'm…
Hob-Nobbin' Make the scene with Wolverine
Hob-Nobbin' Talking trash with the Flash
Hob-Nobbin' Gettin' in the swing with the Thing
Hob-Nobbin' with Batman and Robin
Daredevil he's the man without fear eatin' jalapeno peppers with a
cold beer.
The Green Hornet and Kato too, and all they ever do is argue.
Silver Surfer he's so cool, floatin' on his board in my swimming pool. And I'm…
Hob-Nobbin' Shootin' the breeze with Mr. Freeze
Hob-Nobbin' Gettin' tight with the Dark Knight
Hob-Nobbin' Sharin' a feast with the Beast
Hob-Nobbin' with Batman and Robin
Anytime I'm feelin' less than zero.
I get together with the superheros.
Had a little problem, it wasn't too drastic. Got a helpin' hand from Mr.
Fantastic.
Someone locked the bathroom on the 2nd floor.
So, he reached through the window and he opened the door.
But when we walked in we were thunderstruck - Supergirl was in the bath with
Howard the Duck. And I'm…
Hob-Nobbin' Cruisin' the room with Dr. Doom
Hob-Nobbin' Sippin' Cider with Ghost Rider
Hob-Nobbin' Talkin' up a storm with the Storm
Hob-Nobbin' with Batman and Robin
Sometimes Spiderman, he swings by. He's a pretty introspective guy.
He's not all that dynamic. Likes to hang around in his webbed hammock.
But let me tell you, Spidey's in for a shock. 'Cause Gwendolyn's dancin' with
Doc Oc. And I'm…
Hob-Nobbin' Gonna linger with the web-slinger
Hob-Nobbin' Hob-Nobbin' with the Hob-Goblin
Hob-Nobbin' Just chillin' with the Master Villain
Hob-Nobbin' with Batman and Robin
After a while the teenagers appear. We send 'em out for pizza and beer.
When they return the music is pumpin', the temperature's hot and the joint is
jumpin'.
Thank Stan and his gang and the cats from DC.
Superheros sure know how to party.
Hob-Nobbin' Make the scene with Wolverine
Hob-Nobbin' Talking trash with the Flash
Hob-Nobbin' Shootin' the breeze with Mr. Freeze
Hob-Nobbin' with Batman and Robin
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP
By Dean Friedman
How does this story end?
I guess we'll have to wait until the final credits roll.
I suppose it will depend on whether two unlikely halves can make a whole.
Or whether something hidden deep inside your soul can survive the heartache that
can't help but take its toll.
How does this tale unfold?
Do heroes vanquish foes like days
of old.
Is it true all we've been told?
That loyalty is worth much more than gold.
And faith and trust return a thousand fold
and love's forever more once hearts take hold
How does this story end?
Are all the plot lines sealed?
Or just around the bend
Are all these mysteries revealed?
Where does this saga lead
Do we have the faintest clue?
Will fate somehow intercede?
Will I wind up with you?
How does this story end?
In an ivy covered cottage by a waterfall.
Is this all just pretend? Or do we both live happy ever after all? And all our
hopes and fantasies come true and you'll always love me and I will always love
you.
Always love you.
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by Dean Friedman
Humor me. Humor me.
Don't take what I say too seriously.
It's not that I am insincere. I really do mean everything I say.
It's just that every time you're near I get carried away.
Humor me. Humor me.
Anytime I get a little silly, please try not to be dismayed. You know it's
really not my fault.
Just take everything I say with a grain of salt.
You see, underneath this cynical exterior, there's a child
in me waiting for the chance
To prove that all my logic is inferior to romance.
Humor me. Humor me.
Don't be frightened by the things you see. Sure I know infatuation's all it is,
just a stage I'm going through.
So don't be overcome by your defenses,
And you can make believe you love me too.
And I'll humor you.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright 1976 PKM Music (ASCAP) c/o Publishers’ Licensing Corporation P.O. Box 5807, Englewood, NJ 07631 USA
by Dean Friedman
I'm not as strong as I would like to be.
Sometimes the current pulls me out to sea.
You're always there to rescue me.
I depend on you.
I depend on you.
When I need someone to see me through,
I depend on you.
Sometimes I sit around for days and days.
You try and tell me that it's just a phase.
You help me see the error of my ways.
I depend on you.
I depend on you.
When I need someone to see me through,
I depend on you.
I come in soaking wet from the storm.
You smile and tell me I'm just true to form.
I touch your body and it feels so warm.
I depend on you.
I depend on you.
When I need someone to see me through,
I depend on you.
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by Dean Friedman
People always tell me, "What's your hurry?
You're moving like your pants they are on fire."
I simply tell them, "Don't you worry,"
While the water in the dam keeps getting higher
And I may be young, but I'm not that young.
And with all those years I've got,
I may have time to kill,
But if you will, I'd rather not.
"Kid, I really don't believe your ready. You know you still have got
alot to learn."
Me, I don't believe you're ever really ready to cross the kind of bridge you
have to burn.
And I may be dumb, but I'm not that dumb.
And I'll make my own mistakes.
And if I'm wrong, well then damn it I'll be wrong!
That's what it takes.
"Reevaluate your dreams and visions. You'll wind up with a head full of
regrets.
You're trying to avoid the big decisions. Tell my why's it such a sin to hedge
your bets?"
And I may be slow, but I'm not that slow.
And the risks I take, I choose.
'Cause unless I last, I'll be doing it all half-asses.
Then what's the use?
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright 1976 PKM Music (ASCAP) c/o Publishers’ Licensing Corporation P.O. Box 5807, Englewood, NJ 07631 USA
by Dean Friedman
Tonight while you were at the show,
I saw a U.F.O.
I was surprised to see it land.
But when they asked me to go,
I said, "No, I can't", I said,
I will never leave you.
I will never stray.
I will never leave you.
I will never go away.
The little man said, "How can this be?
Think of all the wondrous things you'd see,
The secrets of the universe,"
"Thanks", I said, "But, not for me." You see,
I will never leave you.
I will never stray.
I will never leave you.
I will never go away.
He looked at me, he shook his head.
He climbed aboard his ship, away he sped.
And as he sailed across the sky,
I'm pretty sure he waved goodbye. But,
I will never leave you.
I will never stray.
I will never leave you.
I will never go away
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by Dean Friedman
I was only four when my father left home.
Little baby sister, mama and me.
They were only children when they got married.
How they gonna raise a family?
Daddy got a job in a canned good factory
Working like a fool day after day.
Coming home to TV thrills and doctor bills
Till he had to take a cut in pay. He said,
I've had enough. I've had enough.
I've had enough. I've had enough.
I was always trouble when I was in school.
Someone always making me tow the line.
Finally went and told the bastard where to go.
He can get theirs, but he can't touch mine.
I was in the army when I was sixteen.
All the rain I thought it would never stop
Brought away an armload of souvenirs and
Now you know I still can't find a job. I said,
I've had enough. I've had enough.
I've had enough. I've had enough.
Help me. Help me. Help me. Help
me. I don't want to hurt.
I have always done my best. But
nothing seems to work. Nothing seems to work.
I was never asking for charity,
Only that I get what I have earned
And that I be treated with respect
And God knows why but you've still not learned.
I am not a liar or insincere.
I have always treated you people fair.
There were times I turned my whole self inside out but damn it
You never seemed to care. Now,
I've had enough. I've had enough.
I've had enough. I've had enough.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
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by Dean Friedman
We never knew where we were bound.
Just the same, we dashed our cups to pieces on the ground.
And I just can't believe that we're both still around.
It's a wonderful life.
It's a wonderful life.
When two unhappy people, trying to keep from harm,
Turn around and find themselves in each other's arms,
It's a wonderful life.
And sometimes the trouble never seems to cease.
And sometimes I feel just like a busted up valise.
Then the thought of you sets my mind at ease.
It's a wonderful life.
It's a wonderful life.
When two unhappy people, trying to keep from harm,
Turn around and find themselves in each other's arms,
It's a wonderful life.
And how you brighten each and every day.
With just a simple smile you chase my fears away.
Who'd of thought a bum like me would have the guts to say…
It's a wonderful life.
It's a wonderful life.
When two unhappy people, trying to keep from harm,
Turn around and find themselves in each other's arms,
It's a wonderful life.
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by Dean Friedman
I heard the news today some mother drowned her baby boys
and then went on TV and cried real tears but it was just a ploy.
People wonder what went wrong.
The answer's in this song.
You see, it's only make believe.
It's too impossible to believe.
And I'd feel oh so blue,
If it were really true.
I heard somebody say, the war in Bosnia just won't go away.
And all those refugees, and the constant shelling day after day.
The rape and murdering. It can't be happening.
You see, it's only make believe.
It's too impossible to believe.
And I'd feel oh so blue,
If it were really true.
And now when I go home I watch the news on CNN
And I remain unfazed when another ten year old gets shot again.
It doesn't bother me.
It's just a fantasy.
You see, it's only make believe.
It's too impossible to believe.
And we'd feel oh so blue,
If it were really true.
You see, it's only make believe
I'm sure it's only make believe
I hope it's only make believe.
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by Dean Friedman
Jennifer waited a year and a day.
She went to the doctor. They told her to pray.
She knew there was only so much they could say.
So, Jennifer decided there must be a better way.
Wake up the neighbors and break out the ale.
Jennifer's baby just came in the mail.
She's pink and she's perfect in every detail.
And Jennifer's a mommy now.
Jennifer always wanted a kid.
When they said that she couldn't she said, "Heaven forbid."
She said, "I'll adopt". And that's what she did.
Now they've got a stroller, a high chair and a crib.
Wake up the neighbors and break out the ale.
Jennifer's baby just came in the mail.
She's pink and she's perfect in every detail.
And Jennifer's a mommy now.
Jennifer has a girl baby.
She's healthy and strong and sweet as can be.
And Jenny and Larry and baby make three.
Once there was a couple. Now there's a family.
Wake up the neighbors and break out the ale.
Jennifer's baby just came in the mail.
She's pink and she's perfect in every detail.
And Jennifer's a mommy now.
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by Dean Friedman
All of a sudden everything came tumbling down
Leaving you in pieces on the ground
I could have told you this was a treacherous town. You'll still rise above the
fray. You will be O.K.
Like A Swan on the Water you will glide and then you'll fly.
And the faith you were taught will serve to guide you through and shower you
with love.
In less than a moment, suddenly you’re lost in a maze
Searching for some sign to point the way
Just over yonder I can see better days
So don't you shed another tear, You will persevere
Like A Swan on the Water you will glide and then you'll fly.
And the faith you were taught will serve to guide you through and shower you
with love.
Shaken and shattered, battered and bruised,
There is no rhyme or reason to it all
But that doesn’t matter? We're all still confused
But With your hope and spirit strong you'll keep keeping on.
Like A Swan on the Water you will glide and then you'll fly.
And the faith you were taught will serve to guide you through and shower you
with love.
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by Dean Friedman
I know a girl, her hair is brown.
She wears her smile upside down
There's a little black cloud hanging over her head
No one can count the tears she's shed.
There's a little black cloud that follows her around
But I'm gonna keep her safe and sound. Safe and sound.
She acts so cool. I call her bluff.
'Cause I know she is full of love.
She thinks I'm crazy, I guess it's true.
Crazy in love with you.
There's a little black cloud hanging over her head
No one can count the tears she's shed.
There's a little black cloud that follows her around
But I'm gonna keep her safe and sound. Safe and sound.
Alone in a corner, she looks so sad.
Must have been a difficult time she had.
One of these days, the skies will clear
And that little cloud will disappear.
There's a little black cloud hanging over her head
No one can count the tears she's shed.
There's a little black cloud that follows her around
But I'm gonna keep her safe and sound. Safe and sound.
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by Dean Friedman
If I've managed to learn anything at all from what we've done,
It's that even though it fills the cracks and crevices and mends the tattered
souls,
Still we're each other's nemesis, and two halves do not always make a whole.
And though you know I've often heard it said we're made of sterner stuff,
Love is not enough,
Love is not enough.
And all the things I left unsaid, assuming that you knew,
As if there were no question you could read my mind;
And all the times I shut you out and left you hanging- me deaf, dumb and blind;
And though I know we vowed to stick it out through the easy and the rough,
Love is not enough,
Love is not enough.
And all the stupid games we played to save out tarnished prides,
As if it really mattered which of us was wrong or right;
And even as we stood and watched it fall apart,
I loved you with all my might.
And thought the heroes in the paperbacks always wind up in the buff,
Love is not enough,
Love is not enough.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright 1976 PKM Music (ASCAP) c/o Publishers’ Licensing Corporation P.O. Box 5807, Englewood, NJ 07631 USA
by Dean Friedman
He was a rumpled romeo with a 10 speed bike and a stereo,
She was a dauntless damsel in a dress with her lovelight all aglow.
He picked her up in the parking lot with a whole bouquet of forget-me-nots,
Two tickets and a gift wrapped box of Oreo's. She said,
Oooh. Love is real.
Nothing you can do or say will ever change the way I feel,
Oooh. Love is real
They went to a picture show,
The lights went on and they got up to go.
He said "Well" and she said "I don't know."
He put the car in gear and she sat very near.
He turned the wheel and she whispered in his ear so soft and low. She said,
Oooh. Love is real.
Nothing you can do or say will ever
change the way I feel,
Oooh. Love is real
They were headed for their destiny.
They were headed for a place the ground would yield.
They were headed for the baseball field.
And as they fell through space, the moonlight touched her face.
They found a quiet place where teenage lovers go.
They kissed and shed their clothes,
She took his hand and held him close,
Underneath the bleachers in the dark where the tall grass grows. She said,
Oooh. Love is real.
Nothing you can do or say can ever
change the way I feel,
Oooh. Love is real.
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by Dean Friedman
What are you crazy? How in the hell can you say what you just said?
I was talking to myself. Shut the door and come to bed.
By the way, I forgot to say, your endearing mother called today.
Did you see Lisa?
Yes I saw Lisa.
Is that why you're angry?
I wasn't angry.
Maybe a little.
Not even maybe.
Must be the weather.
Now don't be a baby.
We'll how am I supposed to feel with all the things you don't reveal and you
can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are.
Would you like to talk about it?
There's not much to say.
We had lunch this afternoon. Her life's in disarray.
She still goes around as if she is always stumbling off a cliff.
Do you still want her?
What are you saying?
Do you still want her?
Baby stop playing.
Really, I mean it. Can you forget her?
Baby, now stop it. You should know better.
I know this is hard to do. But, there's no one for me but you and
You can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd like to think we are.
Baby, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I have no alibis.
I was acting like a fool and I apologize.
Listen, hon', I know you're dumb, but that's O.K., you don't have to look so
glum.
Do you still love me?
Yes, I still love you.
You mean, you're not just being nice.
No, I'm not just being nice.
Do you feel sleepy.
Aw, you're so sincere. Yes, I feel sleepy.
Well, slide over here. 'Cause I may not be all that bright, but I know how to
hold you tight and,
You can thank your lucky stars that we're not as smart as
we'd like to think we are and
You can thank your lucky stars that we're not as
smart as we'd like to think we are and
We can thank our lucky stars that we're not as smart as we'd
like to think we are.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright © 1978/2013 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
by Dean Friedman
Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her apartment and she never complains.
Well, hardly ever. And then jokingly she says…
Boy, it's been so long since I held you, I nearly gave you up for dead. I nearly
gave you up for dead. I nearly gave you up for dead.
Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. This is more than I had
planned.
Lydia, Lydia I am at your command, at least until morning
comes,
then, I must be off again.
Lydia, you know I always talk about making conscious decisions, about running
my own life. Well, maybe I'm fooling myself. It's a role I like to play.
Because more often than not I'm down here on the corner. I'm sorry I woke you.
Do you feel like some company? Babe, I need a place to stay.
Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. This is more than I had
planned.
Lydia, Lydia I am at your command, at least until morning
comes,
then, I must be off again.
I sleep with a woman who thinks I'm a child. Well, maybe I am. No, that
wouldn't surprise anyone. I suspect that much is true.
But, Lydia, if you only knew how much I love you. Did you know that I love you?
It's the best that I can do.
Lydia, Lydia how come you understand?
I can offer you nothing at all. This is more than I had
planned.
Lydia, Lydia I am at your command, at least until morning
comes,
then, I must be off again.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright © 1978/2013 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
by Dean Friedman
I wanna have a big backyard.
I wanna have a mailbox and swings.
I wanna have a welcome mat and a porcelain cat,
And a doorbell that rings.
I wanna have a burglar alarm
To keep my family from harm,
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class,
I wanna be Respectable Middle Class,
I wanna hire a kid to cut the grass,
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class.
I wanna join the local lodge.
I wanna have a two car garage.
I wanna do a high school play with the P.T.A.
I wanna have a new Dodge.
I wanna have a steady job.
I wanna eat corn on the cob.
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class,
I wanna be Respectable Middle Class,
I wanna hedge my bets, I wanna cover my ass,
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class.
I don't wanna have a lot of dough,
I just wanna be your average Joe.
I wanna have just enough to see an occasional Broadway show.
I wanna have a swimming pool.
I wanna have a couple of kids.
I wanna have a motorbike and a dog named Mike
And two guinea pigs.
I wanna have a library card.
I don't wanna have to work too hard.
I wanna be "Honey, can we eat out tonight ?" Middle Class,
I wanna be "Daddy, Roger punched me on the nose." Middle Class,
I wanna live right near the overpass,
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class.
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class.
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by Dean Friedman
Urchins and ragamuffins, see how they play.
Run through the ruins where the land mines lay.
When will this nightmare cease? When will we find a lasting peace?
Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
Maybe in a million years. We will overcome our fears.
We'll have shed a billion tears.
Satellite dishes sweeping the sky.
Searching for answers patiently awaiting their reply.
When will salvation come? When will all suffering be done?
Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
Maybe in a million years. We will overcome our fears.
We'll have shed a billion tears.
Mountains and valleys, rivers and seas.
Eons go by as they change by gradual degrees.
If Earth can evolve into something new, maybe there's hope for mankind too.
Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
Maybe in a million years. Maybe in a million years.
Maybe in a million years. We will overcome our fears.
We'll have shed a billion tears.
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(I Am In Love With The) McDonald's Girl
by Dean Friedman
I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform
I leave from softball practice every night
It's getting dark but the golden arches light up the way.
I turn the corner at the traffic light.
I count my money and then I rehearse what I'm gonna say,
"I'd like an order of fries, a quarter pounder with cheese,
I love the light in your eyes. Will you go out with me please?"
I am in love with the McDonald's Girl…
She doesn't try to impress anyone
She's doesn't act real tough like all the other girls that I know.
She don't treat me like a simpleton.
She's not afraid to be the only other virgin I know.
And when my hamburgers cold, I get up ready to go,
She's only 15 years old, and I'm in love with her so…
I am in love with the McDonald's Girl…
There she stands behind the register
Taking orders from the Saddle River Little League
If they knew how much I wanted her
Their homeroom teacher would have to send them home for a week.
And as I head for the door, the movement catches her eye,
My heart begins to soar, she smiles and waves goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
I am in love with the McDonald's Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform
She is an angel in a polyester uniform.
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by Dean Friedman
I found my place in cyberspace.
It just might save the human race.
Communication is, not just the music biz. Not just the music biz.
I'm a multimedia man. I'm a multimedia man.
I'm a multimedia man. I'm a multimedia man.
Virtual Reality. Is made for you. Is made for me.
Just put your helmet on. And soon you will be gone. Soon you will be gone.
I'm a multimedia man. I'm a multimedia man.
I'm a multimedia man. I'm a multimedia man.
I'm a multimedia man. I know what I, I know what I, I know what I am.
I held a planet in my hand.
It's difficult to understand.
Across the universe.
It's a blessing. It's a blessing. It's a blessing.
I'm a multimedia man. I'm a multimedia man.
I'm a multimedia man. I'm a multimedia man.
I'm a multimedia man. I'm a multimedia man…
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by Dean Friedman
There goes another year. Champagne and resolutions.
Those hard to find solutions, suddenly crystal clear.
Watching the ball descending, life goes on, never ending.
Cherish the time we're spending before it disappears.
The year's end is here again.
A brand new one has just begun.
And all our friends, and loved ones too,
We share your hopes and dreams with you.
See how our lives are measured by planets and constellations,
by sorrows and celebrations; yet, one thing still holds true...
Searching for love's affection, suffering love's rejections,
With all of its imperfections, nothing else will do.
The year's end is here again.
A brand new one has just begun.
And all our friends, and loved ones too,
We share your hopes and dreams with you.
Here's to a healthy year, with happiness and good fortune.
To each an ample portion of laughter and good cheer.
And, as you face tomorrow, may it be free of sorrow.
Life is but ours to borrow, so hold each moment dear.
The year's end is here again.
A brand new one has just begun.
And all our friends, and loved ones too,
We share your hopes and dreams with you.
With you.
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by Dean Friedman
She grew up across the hall, with a bear lying on her bed
and
Elton John up on the wall.
She followed him everywhere from Nursery school to Harvard Square.
They were born a year apart. They knew each other's souls by heart.
No one knows. No one knows.
We try hard to be discreet. Some things are trouble to disclose.
It keeps us on our toes. And no one knows.
She was popular in school. She was friends with all the boys
but there was only one voice that could wash away her blues.
She read him her poetry and pages from her diary.
He would long for her to stay. But she would blush and turn away.
No one knows. No one knows.
We try hard to be discreet. Some things are trouble to disclose.
It keeps us on our toes. And no one knows.
He came home one afternoon. She was lying on his bed watching
TV in his room.
She saw him standing there. She had no fear. She didn't care.
They spoke each other's name. The room burst out in flame.
No one knows. No one knows.
We try hard to be discreet. Some things are trouble to disclose.
It keeps us on our toes. And no one knows.
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by Dean Friedman
Nestled snuggly in your arms
drifting lazily in and out of sleep
I reach across to quiet the alarm
a minute more our cozy den to keep
Then peering through half-opened eyes.
I sense the room awash in light.
And through the window see the sun
Reflected in a world of white.
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I shake my head, roll out of bed
step onto the cold wood floor.
And to the window I am led
To find the world I knew was there no more
Instead, as far as the eye could see,
the land, the hills, the pond, the trees
was covered in a blanket white
With glistening silver finery.
The lady on the radio.
She said 'Jack Frost has come to play
She said, 'the roads are closed on account of snow'
She said, ‘and yes, there is no school today.'
A wintry tableau of tranquility
Snow drifts covering the patio.
A tiny chipmunk darts into a tree
and leaves his footprints in the snow
I hear a snowplow up the street
The neighbor’s dog begins to fret.
The alarm goes off at 6:15
And I climbed straight back into bed.
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by Dean Friedman
I went outside to the backyard to rake some fallen leaves
When I spied a red tail hawk above me soaring on the breeze
And I watched him as he circled so effortlessly.
And I felt a sense of wonder to see him fly so high and be so free...
Once I was a nomad and lived from day to day.
No ties or obligation. Ever free to fly away.
No sacred pledge to bind me. No duty to uphold.
Entanglements behind me. My future to unfold before me.
But just like every ocean feels the gentle tug
of the moon above the water. So, a tide rises in our blood.
And we yield to subtle gravity and the physics of the heart.
And willingly we surrender freedom to embrace our counterpart.
And I watched the sky all afternoon as I worked that patch of ground
'til I stood astride my pile of leaves and watched the sun go down.
And when the last faint ray of autumn light finally ceased to be.
I grabbed my rake and gloves and went inside the house to my beloved family.
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by Dean Friedman
I got a pretty little girlfriend. I got a beautiful wife.
I got a pretty little girlfriend. I got a beautiful wife.
I got a cat, two dogs, three birds, four fish… I got a Picture Postcard Life.
I got a Picture Postcard Life. I got a Picture Postcard Life.
I spread my butter with a jelly knife. I got a Picture Postcard Life.
I ain’t got no stress, no strain, no strife. I got a Picture Postcard Life.
I got a brother in Poughkeepsie, I got a sister in LA.
I got a brother in Poughkeepsie, I got a sister in LA.
I call ‘em up ‘least twice a year, just to see if they’re O.K.
I got a Picture Postcard Life…
I owe some money to the government, but the taxman is my friend.
I owe some money to the government, but the taxman is my friend.
I swore I’d pay back every cent, but I did not tell him when.
I got a Picture Postcard Life…
I had some trouble with the police, which I’d rather not disclose.
I had some trouble with the police, which I’d just as soon not disclose.
Suffice to say, it all came out O.K., I came up smelling like a rose.
I got a Picture Postcard Life…
I got a friend in Jesus. I got a pal in Abraham.
I got a friend in Jesus. I got a pal in Abraham.
I got a buddy in Buddha & Mohammed is my man.
I got a Picture Postcard Life…
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by Dean Friedman
Did you know I like,
You know, I like the way
I really like the way you look.
And even though it's hard,
You know, it's difficult to say.
Without being mistook.
I want to
Put you in my pocket.
Put you in my pocket.
Put you in my pocket and take you home.
When I see you with your friends,
You know, the way you are.
The way you act so nonchalant.
I want to know your name.
I want to give you
Anything you want.
I want to
Put you in my pocket.
Put you in my pocket.
Put you in my pocket and take you home.
I could go on about your attributes.
But let me tell something,
Honey, you're so cute.
If I don't find some way to catch your eye,
You're gonna leave here with some other guy.
Maybe later, maybe, gee, I don't know,
Maybe we could talk.
Maybe we could dance real slow.
Maybe we could take a little stroll outside,
Listen to the cars and watch the moon rise.
And maybe you could…
Put me in your pocket.
Put me in your pocket.
Put me in your pocket and take me home.
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Rocking Chair (It's Gonna Be All Right)
by Dean Friedman
"Well, well," said the rocking chair.
"It's been a while since I've seen such stark despair."
"Who told you like was fair?"
"Woa, woa," said the radio, "Sit, there are some things you ought
to know"
"There is little you can do to stop the pain and it's gonna happen time and
time again,
but just remember even though it sounds insane,
it's impossible to ever love
somebody in vain."
All right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right.
"No, no," said the balcony, "If it's pity you want don't come
to me."
"No, nothing comes for free."
"Yes, yes," said the coffee cup, "maybe now is the time to act
grown up."
"If you feel like your world is crashing in, simply dial up your nearest
kith or kin."
"If you open up and let them in,
you'll discover that you'll probably make
it through once again."
All right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right.
"Hey, hey," said the table top, "don't be making like you're
anything you're not."
"Make do with what you've got".
"Don't forget," said the cuckoo clock, "any parts you need we've
got in stock."
"Take a look at the place you call your home. You're reflected in all the
things you own. And the seeds of reason you have sown,
they're a measure of a
part of you that's already grown."
All right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right. It's gonna be all right.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
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by Dean Friedman
Well, I was struttin' by a hootchie bar on Jane St.
Trying hard to dodge the doodoo in my path
When I heard footsteps behind me in the same beat
And some joker went and grabbed my ass
I spun around and said, "Now, listen, you may be a charmin' fella
But you're just cruisin' for a bruisin' just the same.
And then I hit him on the head with my umbrella,
But instead of saying 'ouch', he just smiled in pain. He said,
"Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
First let me thank you for letting me spank you
My credo and my ism is Sado-Masochism."
I said, "Now listen, honey, you must be mistaken,
I mean I'm sure I never saw your face before.
And besides this blushing bride's already taken."
But he got down on his knees and he begged for more. He said,
"Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
We'll commit nameless sins. You can stick me with pins.
You can desert me, but not 'til you hurt me."
Now I tell you I have heard my share of snide talk.
But this kid was really acting kinda weird.
And I would have left him kneeling on the sidewalk,
But something in his smile looked so sincere. He said,
"Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
We'll buy ice-cream. I'll let you treat me.
We'll play Perquacky. I'll let you beat me."
Now, please don't think I'm just a shameless hussy,
But I would love to share the joys that I have found.
And if you're still wondering, "Doesn't he or does he?"
Well, I just love to be gagged and bound. You see,
Oo, Oo, Aha. Do it again, pretty momma.
I'll be the baby. You be the mummy.
You can tap dance on my tummy.
'Cause me credo and my ism is Sado-Masochism.
Yes, my credo and my ism is Sado-Masochism. Ah-oo.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
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by Dean Friedman
I fumble in my pockets for the keys to your fickle heart.
I drop them on the ground and then surprise, surprise you pick 'em up.
So I stand in the doorway wearing my patented foolish grin.
'til finally you take pity on my poor soul and you let me in.
The time has come. Soon the ramparts will be overrun
I hang my hurt in the hallway and follow you up the stairs.
You leave a scattered trail of clothes straight up to your room.
For a couple of hours the planets from their paths they stray,
and every sense is filled with your sweet perfume.
And when you come, it's with such power, I am overcome.
Sandy, won't you ever make up your mind?
The love you're trying so hard find
is standing right in front of you.
Don't you see that what you're searching for
is waiting right outside this door?
All you have to do is listen to your love.
You sit up and turn on the TV with the remote control,
you flip through fifty seven channels but nothing's on.
And so you head into the kitchen and come back with a box of Oreos,
and arrange them on the bed like checkers all in a row.
And one by one, you make sure and sample everyone.
Sandy, won't you ever make up your mind?
The love you're trying so hard find
is standing right in front of you.
Don't you see that what you're searching for
is waiting right outside this door?
All you have to do is listen to your love.
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by Dean Friedman
Saturday Fathers never win.
They're punished each day of their lives for their horrible sin.
They carry your picture. They show it to all their friends.
Daddy I know this isn't fair. But how can you love someone and not be there?
Scooter, I can't come out and play.
My daddy's coming today.
He's taking us all away.
Listen, he's gonna be here soon.
I'll wait all afternoon.
My daddy's coming it's Saturday.
Saturday Fathers ache at the thought.
Their children's affection can be easily bought.
They take you to the park and they watch you grown.
Daddy I wish to god I knew. How come I try so hard to be not like you?
Scooter, I can't come out and play.
My daddy's coming today.
He's taking us all away.
Listen, he's gonna be here soon.
I'll wait all afternoon.
My daddy's coming it's Saturday.
Saturday children have no say.
You tear out their guts and they grow up anyway.
And the awful demands you make on our loyalty.
Daddy it's stuck inside my soul. How you make a choice like that and still be
whole?
Scooter, I can't come out and play.
My daddy's coming today.
He's taking us all away.
Listen, he's gonna be here soon.
I'll wait all afternoon.
My daddy's coming it's Saturday.
Saturday, Saturday…
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by Dean Friedman
She's a working mom. From the time the alarm clock rings,
till the coffee's on, she can handle a million things.
Their daddy's gone, but she keeps keeping on.
First she picks out their clothes, then she wipes a runny nose,
makes their beds and when the bathtub overflows, she remains so calm.
Let's here it for the working mom.
She goes to bed with the night light on.
'Cause ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
give sleepy children such a fright.
With one touch, they're gone.
She's a working mom. And she keeps all her kids in line,
with an outstretched palm, and a warning they'd better mind,
cause one more time and they will see stars shine.
But they're not scared 'cause Mommy starts to smile
and they all know that in a little while, things'll be just fine.
Let's here it for the working mom.
She goes to bed with the night light on.
'Cause ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
give sleepy children such a fright.
With one touch, they're gone.
She's a working mom and it wasn't the life she chose.
Drive the kids to school and then off to work she goes.
But heaven knows, how her love for them grows.
At times it's hard, but she has no regrets
'cause in her heart she knows the love she gets, it overflows.
Let's hear it for the working mom.
She goes to bed with the night light on.
'Cause ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
give sleepy children such a fright.
With one touch, they're gone.
And ghosts and goblins in the middle of the night,
give sleepy mommies such a fright.
With one touch they're gone.
Let's hear it for the working mom.
Let's hear it for the working mom…
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by Dean Friedman
The shopping bag ladies, they live in the terminal waiting room,
Patiently whiling their hours away,
Desperately keeping their demons at bay,
Making up lies about times that were good.
Extolling the virtues of motherhood,
Staunchly defending their sanity
Clutching one last shred of vanity
Fixing a kerchief she wears on her head
Covered in posies and lilacs in blues and in reds
Don't pity me, don't pity me,
You beautiful bastard boy,
I'll be just how I am.
I'll be just how I am.
The shopping bag ladies, it's not that well known but they're really in
vogue.
The latest in fashions their tastes are so true,
Sweat sox and sneakers, a sweater or two
And safely behind the walls they have made,
Secure in their brown paper barricades
Worldly possessions they'll not have to lose
Lightweight emotional refuse.
They rant and they rave, they're mad and they're crazy.
And that's how they stay free.
Don't pity me, don't pity me,
You beautiful bastard boy,
I'll be just how I am.
I'll be just how I am.
The shopping bag ladies, it's hard to believe, but once they were children…
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
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by Dean Friedman
Potted plants hanging down from the ceiling, creeping up my windowsill.
If the cats don't get 'em the winter wind will.
But I am a fool and I water them everyday.
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same,
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,
Than to win a round of Solitaire.
Both of us drink from a fountain of feeling, waiting for the blood to spill.
If the doubts don't get us then the apathy will.
But I am a fool and I worship you everyday.
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same,
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,
Than to win a round of Solitaire.
Hiding the hurt or fighting and bickering, thinking that we've had our fill.
If the lies don't do it then the honesty will.
But I am a fool and I water you everyday.
Have some faith in what's-his-name
The deck is stacked but just the same,
I'd rather lose a hand of hearts I swear,
Than to win a round of Solitaire.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright 1976 PKM Music (ASCAP) c/o Publishers’ Licensing Corporation P.O. Box 5807, Englewood, NJ 07631 USA
by Dean Friedman
We squabble and fight, we turn out the light
We toss and turn all through the night
But come the dawn our arms are wrapped around each other tight.
I know I hurt you babe, I didn't mean to make you so upset.
I love you more than I can say,
But sometimes I forget
Sometimes I forget…
And when we're apart there's an ache in my heart.
It's been that way right from the start.
Still there are times I neglect to do my part
You know I still remember the first moment that we met.
I love you more and more each day
But sometimes I forget
Sometimes I forget…
I wish I understood how it can feel so good
A love that is so sublime
But somehow it just slips my mind.
So let me say this, our love is bliss.
I'd risk a fortune just for your kiss.
And even so, I know I have been remiss.
So all your fears let me allay
You know you have no cause to fret.
My love will never go away
It's just sometimes I forget.
Sometimes I forget…
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by Dean Friedman
In the hollow of your arms, snuggled up all safe and warn,
you used to tell me tales of unicorns and kings.
But how could I comprehend all the things you told me then
of your madness and your struggling?
And my mind would swim in fantasies, like a piece of
driftwood in the sea.
I had no touchstone for reality. You were my reality.
Like a dark and unlit room or the far side of the moon,
your insanity spoke emptiness and fear.
And no matter how I tried, how I questioned and I pried,
I just could not penetrate that thin veneer.
And I know you tried to comfort me, to soothe and reassure
me.
But then your strength would always fail and in it's place a
silken veil.
Like a dried and wrinkled prune, A deflated toy balloon,
I cam home and found you strewn across the floor.
And as they lay you on your bed I heard you say,
"If I a dead, how come it just keeps on hurting more and more?"
And you left me in the early spring. All they said was,
"Mommy's resting."
And how was I to know, so young, it wasn't something I had
done?
So please try and understand, I will love you as I can.
I do not blame you; you're not guilty.
But still there's no way to describe the relief I finally found
upon learning it was you, and not me, that was crazy.
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright 1977 PKM Music (ASCAP) c/o Publishers’ Licensing Corporation P.O. Box 5807, Englewood, NJ 07631 USA
by Dean Friedman
Special effects drive me right up the wall.
I can't reason at all with your special effects.
Special effects, oh, they turn me around,
I can't locate the ground with your special effects.
You turn your power on me I can hardly see.
My senses reel and whirl,
I never want to be without your…
Special effects, oh, they take my breath away,
I can't tell night from day with your special effects,
Special effects. Special effects. Special effects…
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by Dean Friedman
Me and Mike hopped on our bikes with baseball cards flappin’
in the wheels
And we drove to the top of Farview Heights and coasted to the bottom and you
know how that feels.
With Slim Jims in our pockets and cat tails in our hands,
We both took off exploring the vast uncharted lands
Where did they go, those Summer Days?
I miss them so, those Summer Days.
I’d like to know those slow and easy ways.
Those warm and breezy, lazy Summer Days.
Fast as we could, we’d head over to the wood runnin’ up and down the trees like
a couple of squirrels.
And just for a lark, we’d head over to the park and we’d tear around the
playground and we’d chase the little girls.
And we’d take away their jump rope and they’d giggle and they’d shreek. And we
wouldn’t give it back ‘til they gave us both a peek.
Where did they go, those Summer Days?
I miss them so, those Summer Days.
I’d like to know those slow and easy ways.
Those warm and breezy, lazy Summer Days.
Now, I’m all grown up. I’m no longer just a pup. I’ve got a ten-speed in the
basement, I haven’t seen in years.
And Mike moved west and I’ve got his new address and it’s somewhere in my files
if it hasn’t disappeared.
And everything’s O.K. and I really can’t complain. But, now and then I wonder…
How come life’s just not the same?
Where did they go, those Summer Days?
I miss them so, those Summer Days.
I’d like to know those slow and easy ways.
Those warm and breezy, lazy Summer Days.
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The Deli Song (Corned Beef On Rye)
by Dean Friedman
Four in the morning. (What'll you have?) Well, I'm in the mood for a corned
beef on rye.
With a tomato and some coleslaw on the side.
I'm really glad that you tripped on the curb or we might've never met.
It was a sight, you look all perturbed, helpless and sopping wet.
How do you feel?
I'm fine.
I'm not quite sure what you did.
(Uh, who gets the iced tea?) Over here please. What do you mean?
It's very strange. Being with you makes me feel like a kid.
How did you like the movie we saw?
The plot was kind of thin.
I'm so confused. There's so much to ask. I don't know where to begin.
I know we only met today. There's so much I want to…
Baby, you're wrong.
What do you mean?
Baby, it's four o'clock in the morning. We met yesterday.
Where are you from?
Madison, Wisconsin.
How long have you lived here?
Aww, about two or three months.
You almost done?
Just one more bite.
Let's hear some more about your career. Where'd that waitress disappear?
Are you prepared for cheesecake or not?
I'm feeling kind of full.
I know you probably hear it a lot, but you're very beautiful.
Baby, what's wrong? What's that look in your eyes?
Nothing. I'm just real happy.
Aw, c'mon. That's no reason to cry.
(Hey, Honey, if you don't like cheesecake, how's about some pie?)
I don't know how you'll feel about this. Maybe it's premature.
I got this peculiar feeling inside and right now I'm not really sure,
I'm either in love or it's something I ate, 'cause I never felt this way before.
(Hey, Louis, there's a weirdo at table four in the back. He's singing.)
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
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by Dean Friedman
Fell asleep in an easy chair with the TV on.
Found myself standing somewhere but the room was gone.
And a troop of chimpanzees were swinging through the trees
And flock of yellow birds were making up the words in perfect harmony
And the dolphins were dancing...
And the sky was filled with birds for a thousand miles.
And the platypuses played along the shore with the crocodiles.
And a hundred thousand whales were balancing on their tails
and the starfish and the clams were in a circle holding hands with the oysters
and the snails
And the dolphins were dancing…
And as the evening fell, the sky turned red And it seemed as if somehow the
sun had bled.
And I stared into the eyes of a million fire flies. And I heard an eagle say,
"We celebrate this day man has finally passed away."
And the dolphins were dancing...
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by Dean Friedman
Autumn seems awful lonely here whenever we think of you.
Last night the sky turned purple and we wanted to share the view.
Leaves on the trees are turning and the woods are all ablaze
They smell of timber burning in the fireplace.
Sunday we woke up early and we drove out to Tice's Farms,
Gorging ourselves on all the cider and doughnuts we could fit under both our
arms.
Picking out penny candy in the country store,
Till we collapsed on the porch with our bellies sore.
So what's it like to be on your own, a
roaming vagabond, away from home,
in search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? Tell me, have you really
found
the peace and calm we've all been looking for?
Freckles still misses you. She always sleeps on the floor in
your room.
Ruth says she smells, but you know it's just her very unique perfume.
The tree in the back bore apples but they're green and full of worms.
Guess we'll sit tight and wait until the cider turns.
Everyone sends their love; they still don't really believe
you're gone.
Everyone's jealous of this crazy odyssey that you're on.
Hoping this finds you happy and healthy and sane.
I pray that your strength will ease you through the growing pains.
So what's it like to be on your own, a
roaming vagabond, away from home,
in search of some forgotten door?
Is it half as good as it sounds? Tell me, have you really
found
the peace and calm we've all been looking for?
Words & Music by Dean Friedman
Copyright 1976 PKM Music (ASCAP) c/o Publishers’ Licensing Corporation P.O. Box 5807, Englewood, NJ 07631 USA
The Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World
by Dean Friedman
She doesn’t know just how much she means to her family and
friends.
And she could realize all her dreams, if she just had confidence.
There’s nothing wrong except everything.
She’s the Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World,
Poor Pitiful, Poor Pitiful, Pearl.
She tries so hard, she’s so dutiful. Yet, she’s a melancholy soul.
And when she smiles, she’s so beautiful. It’s a wonder to behold.
With all the happiness she deserves…
She’s the Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World
She’s the Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World
She’s the Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World
Poor Pitiful, Poor Pitiful, Pearl.
She’s been having to carry this weight on her shoulders for much too long.
I’d be happy to lend a hand. ‘cause she’s just so forlorn.
And I’d do just about anything…
She’s the Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World…
“I’m doin’ fine,” is all she’ll say. Yet, something in her grieves.
And still I know there will come a day her sadness will recede.
And everything will turn out. O.K.
She’s the Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World
She’s the Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World
She’s the Saddest Girl in the Whole Wide World
Poor Pitiful, Poor Pitiful, Pearl.
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by Dean Friedman
The wind blows. A tree falls down.
The whole forest hears the sound, hears the sound.
The leaves float and tumble down.
They fall gently on the ground, on the ground.
Coyotes howl. The owl takes flight.
A hunters moon sheds silver light.
One downy nest from branches high.
Three newborn chicks with dreams to fly… with dreams to fly.
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by Dean Friedman
Typical family in a typical town,
Chasing our dreams with the top rolled down.
Drive to the supermarket, travel up and down the aisles, past cereal boxes for
miles and miles and miles.
Stand in line at the register, looking through the magazines,
At Julia Roberts and all them beauty queens,
And UFO's in the USA and sightings of Bigfoot, Madonna and Elvis and JFK.
I know we're not alone. It's the same old story.
This place we call our home. It's a typical town. And we're a typical family.
Typical family in a typical town,
Dress up our kids in hand-me-downs.
Drive 'em to little league after school,
Dance class, piano lessons, teach them to swim in the neighbor's pool.
Pick up the paper, bringin' in the mail,
Sort through the bills and the half-price discount sales.
All we ever fight about is money and sex.
Just hire a babysitter and take your honey to the cineplex.
I know we're not alone. It's the same old story.
This place we call our home. It's a typical town. And we're a typical family.
Settle down for supper, kick off your shoes.
Tuna surprise and the evening news.
Help them with their homework, spend some time with your kids.
Play some video games and send them to bed with a goodnight kiss.
Peace and quiet at the end of the day.
Turn on the TV and wash your cares away.
All the wars and floods and assorted tragedies.
Just thank god it didn't happen to you or me.
I know we're not alone. It's the same old story.
This place we call our home. It's a typical town. And we're a typical family.
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by Dean Friedman
Under a canopy in the freezing rain,
You said you wanted me. I was struck dumb.
As soon as he stepped outside, I was sure he knew.
I feared for him. I feared for you.
Now, don't be scared. This is just where you belong.
And I don't care, if the whole world says we're wrong.
I love you and all I want is to have you at my side,
To hold you in my arms, to feel you all warm and misty eyed.
You have a husband. He is my closest friend.
You are a mother. You have one son.
You made a covenant. You took a sacred vow.
That was then. This is now.
But, don't be scared. This is just where you belong.
And I don't care, if the whole world says we're wrong.
I love you and all I want is to have you at my side,
To hold you in my arms, to feel you all warm and misty eyed.
Business and politics are subtle art. And stealing your best
friend's wife is a fine start.
But nothing I've ever done or will ever do. Will be quite as pure, or half as
true.
So, don't be scared. This is just where you belong.
And I don't care, if the whole world says we're wrong.
I love you and all I want is to have you at my side,
To hold you in my arms, to feel you all warm and misty eyed.
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by Dean Friedman
Welcome to the World, little boy welcome to the world.
Bouncing baby, bundle of joy, watch your life unfurl.
Oh baby, Welcome to the world.
You traveled so far. From light years away
And both of us hope the ride was O.K.
And though you're a newborn baby, who's just now arrived,
It feels like we've known you all of our lives
And with God's love may you thrive.
Welcome to the World, little boy, welcome to the world.
Bouncing baby, bundle of joy, watch your life unfurl.
Oh baby, Welcome to the world..
We know you just got here. You barely can see.
But, we are your family, your Mommy and Me.
And you also have aunts and uncles and grandparents too.
Why, you even have cousins, in fact, quite a few.
And we all love you.
Welcome to the World, little boy, welcome to the world.
Bouncing baby, bundle of joy, watch your life unfurl.
Oh baby, Welcome to the world.
Here with Mommy and Daddy
Is where you belong
We've only one question.
What took you so long?
Sweet little person, you've had quite a day
But there's just one more thing we'd both like to say.
We promise to love you with all of our hearts
And we will protect and guide you through the difficult parts
And, so, as your brand new life starts.
Welcome to the World.
Welcome to the World, little boy, welcome to the world.
Bouncing baby, bundle of joy, watch your life unfurl.
Oh baby, Welcome to the world.
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by Dean Friedman
Sprawling spired skylines, sparkle in the night
Sprinkling angel dust on everything in sight.
In the shadows far below, nestled deep within,
Lies a cardboard shanty town shaking in the wind.
Huddled in the darkness, strays outside the fold
Citizens of nowhere seeking shelter from the cold
Where have all the angels flown?
To their father's golden throne?
Leaving we of merely flesh and blood and bone
Stranded on the surface of this our fragile home.
Kings in crystal castles, feast on fortune's fare
While surly subjects seem to vanish in thin air
Red ripe rivers rise on falsely fertile fields.
While we all watch in wonder at the weapons wisemen wield.
Friends all but forgotten; memories grow dim
Prayers no more than whispers; sing a silent hymm
Where have all the angels flown?
To their father's golden throne?
Leaving we of merely flesh and blood and bone
Stranded on the surface of this our fragile home.
Somewhere in some city sprawled on some factory floor.
Tiny fingers spinning silken patterns for
Princes and Princesses, debutantes and heirs
Under some illusion that what they have is theirs
Whiled tethered to their stations lesser souls do yearn
Perchance to buy their freedom with the pennies that they earn.
Where have all the angels flown?
To their father's golden throne?
Leaving we of merely flesh and blood and bone
Stranded on the surface of this our fragile home.
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by Dean Friedman
Who never comes when she’s called?
Who takes her time when we’re all ready to go?
Someone we know?
Who has a tail that’s too big?
A little body that refuses to grow?
Well, I for one would like to meet her.
Where did she go?
Underneath the stereo.
Who was the one that pulled the curtains off the window.
Look what you’ve done.
I hope you had fun.
Who was the one?
Who was the one?
Who do I love to cuddle?
Who leaves a little puddle, right by the door?
Who was it for?
Who learned to open the fridge?
Who emptied all the garbage onto the floor, not to mention all the dishes.
Boy was I sore. Fit to kill and furthermore,
Who was the one that pulled the pillows off the sofa.
Look what you’ve done.
I hope you had fun.
Who was the one?
Who was the one?
Who fits this song to a “T”?
Who has a tendency to steal all my clothes, from under my nose?
Who won’t stay off of the bed?
Who won’t shut up ‘till she’s fed Doggy-o’s, then has to give me lots off
kisses?
Do you suppose? Who could it be? I’d like to know.
Who was the one that swiped the dinner off the table.
Look what you’ve done.
I hope you had fun.
Who was the one?
Who was the one?
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by Dean Friedman
Looking down on the earth's crust, watching the last sunset.
Just a sprinkling of stardust, orange and violet.
And to the east in the autumn sky, blinking on and off like a firefly,
sailing south in silence like a supersonic spy…
Wishing on a satellite. Wishing on a satellite.
I Wish I may I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
Heavenly bodies hurtling through space.
Orbiting oddities guarding the human race.
Silver sentries of the stratosphere, trying to keep the peace on the new
frontier.
Pray for their success or we'll all disappear.
Wishing on a satellite. Wishing on a satellite.
I Wish I may I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
Platinum prophets circling the earth,
and the light bouncing off it announces a savior's birth.
Now's the time for a moratorium, 'cause who can say for sure if the messiah will
ever come,
and we could be bathed in darkness for the next millennium.
Wishing on a satellite. Wishing on a satellite.
I Wish I may I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
Copyright © 1999 Dean Friedman Music (PRS) TOP