Surprisingly Similar Way to Me (excerpt)
HE’D HAVE A PERFECT S.A.T. SCORE.
AND THEN HE WENT TO M.I.T., AND THEN HE, JOINED THE PEACE CORPSE.
HIS MIND HAS MANY VIEWPOINTS,
AND QUITE A FEW SUPERFLUOUS I.Q. POINTS
IN A SURPRISINGLY SIMILAR WAY TO ME.
HE’D HAVE A PERFECT S.A.T. SCORE.
AND THEN HE WENT TO M.I.T., AND THEN HE, JOINED THE PEACE CORPSE.
HIS MIND HAS MANY VIEWPOINTS,
AND QUITE A FEW SUPERFLUOUS I.Q. POINTS
IN A SURPRISINGLY SIMILAR WAY TO ME.
Surprisingly Similar Way to Me - clip (from What Is Kiss?) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Lyrics by Sahara Sunday Spain
Luckiest Girl in the Land (excerpt)
LOOK AT ME, BUYING HATS, WEARING FURS, DOING LIKE A MILLIONAIRE DO.
HERE AM I, SIPPING SOUP MADE OF WINE, EATING CHICKEN MADE OF DUCK.
AS I STARE AT THE SKY RUSHING BY, THINKING MOSTLY OF MY HAIRDO.
THEN I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR,
AND I POLISH AND I PLUCK,
AND MY CLOUDY THOUGHTS GET CLEARER,
AND I KNOW THAT I’M THE LUCK-IEST GIRL IN THE LAND!
LOOK AT ME, BUYING HATS, WEARING FURS, DOING LIKE A MILLIONAIRE DO.
HERE AM I, SIPPING SOUP MADE OF WINE, EATING CHICKEN MADE OF DUCK.
AS I STARE AT THE SKY RUSHING BY, THINKING MOSTLY OF MY HAIRDO.
THEN I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR,
AND I POLISH AND I PLUCK,
AND MY CLOUDY THOUGHTS GET CLEARER,
AND I KNOW THAT I’M THE LUCK-IEST GIRL IN THE LAND!
Luckiest Girl in the Land - clip (from The Rocking Horse Winner) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Lyrics by Sahara Sunday Spain
My Horsey for a Kingdom (excerpt)
THIS BONANZA
OF A STANZA
NOW IS IRKSOME,
TIME TO WORK SOME.
TIME THESE CONSCRIPTS
GOT BACK ON SCRIPTS.
GET THE KNIGHTHOOD
BACK TO FIGHT-HOOD.
IF MY LISTING
TONGUE IS TWISTING,
THAT'S THE CURSES
OF THESE VERSES.
IT'S THE FRICTION
IN MY DICTION,
IN BETWEENTH NOTES
ON SIXTEENTH NOTES.
SEE MY HORSEY
TOUR DE FORCE-Y
SONG IS WAXING,
STILL TOO TAXING.
CRIKEY BLIMEY!
IT'S TOO RHYME-Y!
NOT COMPLAINING,
BUT I'M WANING.
TIME TO SCATTER
ALL THIS PATTER,
SHUT MY YAP UP.
TIME TO WRAP UP!
GASP FOR AIR, FOR
FIN'LLY THEREFOR
MY GOODBYE NOTE
IS A HIGH NOTE!!
THIS BONANZA
OF A STANZA
NOW IS IRKSOME,
TIME TO WORK SOME.
TIME THESE CONSCRIPTS
GOT BACK ON SCRIPTS.
GET THE KNIGHTHOOD
BACK TO FIGHT-HOOD.
IF MY LISTING
TONGUE IS TWISTING,
THAT'S THE CURSES
OF THESE VERSES.
IT'S THE FRICTION
IN MY DICTION,
IN BETWEENTH NOTES
ON SIXTEENTH NOTES.
SEE MY HORSEY
TOUR DE FORCE-Y
SONG IS WAXING,
STILL TOO TAXING.
CRIKEY BLIMEY!
IT'S TOO RHYME-Y!
NOT COMPLAINING,
BUT I'M WANING.
TIME TO SCATTER
ALL THIS PATTER,
SHUT MY YAP UP.
TIME TO WRAP UP!
GASP FOR AIR, FOR
FIN'LLY THEREFOR
MY GOODBYE NOTE
IS A HIGH NOTE!!
My Horsey for a Kingdom (from Wonderland Wars) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Music by Sahara Sunday Spain
Yell to the Heavens (excerpt)
MAY OUR HEAVY MACES
(HIE-DEE UMP.
HIE-DEE UMP! )
LEAVE THEM BARELY ANY TRACES
(HIE-DEE-UMP. HIE-DEE UMP. )
WHERE OUR ENEMIES HAD FACES
(HIE-DEE UMP.
HIE-DEE UMP
HIE-DEE YIE DEE YAY! )
MAY OUR HEAVY MACES
(HIE-DEE UMP.
HIE-DEE UMP! )
LEAVE THEM BARELY ANY TRACES
(HIE-DEE-UMP. HIE-DEE UMP. )
WHERE OUR ENEMIES HAD FACES
(HIE-DEE UMP.
HIE-DEE UMP
HIE-DEE YIE DEE YAY! )
Yell to the Heavens (from Wonderland Wars) Lyrics by David Rackoff, Lyrics by Sahara Sunday Spain