Three Greatest Songs Ever Written >Da Gerb<

Moon over Parma bring my love to me tonight.

Guide her to East Lake, underneath your silvery light.

We met in Ashtabula,

She was doing the hula.

I landed her in my radishes and pledged my love that night.

Moon over Parma, won't you bring my love to me?

Shine on the freeway and guide her AMC.

Get her past those radar Mounties,

Bring her to Lake County,

Moon over Parma, tonight.

Moon over Parma shine on I-271.

We can get together In the warm light of the sun.

I'm askin' you don't fail.

Get her safely past Lindale,

I can't go to Parma cause my Edsel will not run.

Moon over Parma, where those pink flamingos stand.

I need her kisses and the soft touch of her hand.

We're goin bowlin,

So don't lose her in Solon.

Moon over Parma, tonight.

I said tonight.

Moon over Parma, tonight.

Moon over Parma, Moon over Parma, Moon over Parma, tonight.

***

Up every morning just to keep a job

I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob

Sounds of the city pounding in my brain

While another day goes down the drain (yeah, yeah)

But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows

No one owns a piece of my time

And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes

Thinking that the world looks fine, yeah

(SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )

Trading my time for the pay I get Living on money that I ain't made yet

I've been going trying to make my way

While I live for the end of the day (yeah, yeah)

Cuz it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows

No one owns a piece of my time

There's a long-haired girl who waits, I know

To ease my troubled mind, yeah

(SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )

In the shelter of her arms everything's OK

When she talks then the world goes slipping away

And I know the reason I can still go on

When every other reason is gone, (yeah, yeah)

In my five o'clock world she waits for me

Nothing else matters at all

Cuz every time my baby smiles at me

I know that's it's all worthwhile, yeah

(SCAT: oh-de-lay-ee-ee, etc )

***

Ahhhhhh...

All this energy callin' me

Back where it comes from

It's such a crude attitude It's back where it belongs

All the little kids growing up on the skids

Go "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

Jumpin' Jene Jene and Movin' James Dean

Go "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

Mamma knows but she don't care

She's got her worries too

Seven kids and a phoneo player

And the rent too

All the little chicks with their chrimson lips

Go "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

Livin' in sin with a safety pin

Go "Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

I've got some records from World War II

I play 'em just like me grandad do

He was a rocker and I am too

Go "Cleeeveland rocks!"

"Yeah Cleeeveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

"Cleveland rocks!", "Cleveland rocks!"

OHIO!

>Vampyre Gerbil<

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