Flowers On The Wall

I keep hearing you're concerned about my happiness

But all that thought you're giving me is conscience, I guess

If I were walking in your shoes I wouldn't worry none

While you and your friends are worrying 'bout me, I'm having lots of fun

Counting flowers on the wall

That don't bother me at all

Playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51

Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo

So don't tell me I've nothing to do

Last night I dressed in tails pretended I was on the town

As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down

So please don't give a thought to me I'm really doing fine

You can always find me here and having quite a time

Counting flowers on the wall

That don't bother me at all

Playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51

Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo

So don't tell me I've nothing to do

It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright

Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light

And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete

So I must go back to my room and make my day complete

Counting flowers on the wall

That don't bother me at all

Playing solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51

Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo

So don't tell me I've nothing to do

The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all a-drunk Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun Well I've got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one

I Did It My Way

And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of loosing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing to think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has not To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way