Nanette
"Uh! Here is another lady;
She is not as amusing as Sophie, but she has a,
she has a little something. I think she's,
she has a certain quality of, uh . . .
dementia! I call her, I call her, Nanette."

Oh! Oh-o-o-oh, Nanette!
Whoa-o-oh, Nnnnanette!
Whoa-oo-o-oo-o-o-oh, Nnnnnnnnanette!

Not a sound, not a sigh.
The world rushes by.
No one thinks of Nanette.
No one sings for Nanette.
No one dreams of Nanette.

Through the night, through the day,
people rush on their way
with never a sigh or regret.
And they are laughing and drinking.
So, so heedless and unthinking of
Nanette, Nnnanette,
nnn-that's me, Nanette!

Alabama Song
Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar.
Oh, don't ask why. Oh, don't ask why.
'Cause I must find the next whiskey bar.
If I don't find the next whiskey bar,
I tell you I will die, I tell you I will die.
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you I will die.

Oh, moon of Alabama, so high up in the sky.
I lost him, I lost my lover.
I need a drink. Can you guess why?

Oh, moon of Alabama, so high up in the sky.
I lost him, I lost my lover.
I need a drink, and you know why.
I bet you know why. I bet you know why

Drinking Again
Drinkin' again.
Thinking of when you loved me.
Having a few.
Wishing that you were here.

Making the rounds.
Buying a round for total strangers.
Just being a fool,
'cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping you'll appear.

Sure I can borrow a smoke.
I can sit here all night and tell these jokers some jokes,
but who wants to laugh, who's gonna laugh
at a broken heart?
Oh, my heart is aching, I swear it's breaking.

And I'm drinking again.
Thinking of when you loved me.
And I'm tryin' to get home
with nothing, nothing but a memory.

Yes, I'm dying to get home,
dying to get home.
And I got nothin' but a bottle of beer,
and just my memory.

Mr. Rockefeller
"Hi, operator."
"May I help you?"
"Yeah, it's me again. Did you get him on the line yet? . . . Oh, this is awful. I've been trying to get him all day. . . . No, it's okay. I'll wait."

Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?
Mr. Rockefeller I could use a few
if you'd like to send a few down my way.

Mr. Rockefeller, I get my magazines,
I see you on the TV too, yeah.
Mr. Rockefeller, they tell me, they tell me all about it,
but they don't tell me how are you.

Sometimes I think I know you,
sometimes I think I don't.
Sometimes I think we'll make it,
sometimes I think we won't.

Waiting on the wire,
and I'm ragged to the bone.
Mr. Rockefeller won't you
please pick up the phone?

The reason I'm calling is to say
I'm not feeling so good.
I'm all broken down.

My family is nervous and my thoughts are blue.
But I wanna know, I gotta know,
I'm askin' everybody, how are you?

Please, won't you answer me?
Won't you take the time?
The next call's got to be collect,
'cause this is my last dime.
Waiting on the wire,
and I'm ragged to the bone.
Mr. Rockefeller, please pick up the phone.

Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?
Mr. Rockefeller, how are you?
Mr. Rockefeller, having fun?

Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller.
Mr. Rockefeller, whoooh.
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller.
Mr. Rockefeller, oooh.
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller.
Mr. Rockefeller, whoooh.
Mr. Rockefeller, please, Mr. Rockefeller.
Mr. Rockefeller, oooh.

Mr. Rockefeller, wouldn't it be nice?
Mr. Rockefeller . . .


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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