Hey porter, hey porter would you tell me the time? How much longer will it be till we cross that Mason Dixon line? At daylight would ya tell that engineer
Oh Mr. Porter, what shall I do? I want to go to Birmingham But here I am at Crewe Take me back to London As quickly as you can Oh Mr. Porter what a silly
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have
(it's only violin)
Lady, Morning's just a moment away And I'm without you once again You laughed at me You said you never needed me I wonder if you need me now (chorus:)
I?m the hit, I?m the hook That you?re looking for If you?re looking for a single one, you can feel what I got You can bet, I?m everything you need You
She has a smile like a Polaroid Her body smooth as celluloid I wanna run but there's no where to hide My heart is beating for you deep down inside (You
Get out of town before it's too late my love Get out of town be good to me please Why wish me harm? Why not retire to a farm And be contented to charm
You'd be so easy to love So easy to idolize, all others above So worth the yearning for So worth keeping the home fires burning for We'd be so grand
Whenever skies look gray to me And troubles begin to brew Whenever the winter winds become too strong I concentrate on you When fortune cries nay, nay
I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true I get a kick out of you? I get no kick from cocaine
In the still of the night as I gaze out of my window At the moon in it's flight my thoughts all stray to you In the still of the night while the world
It was just one of those things One of those crazy fling One of those bells that now and then rings It was just one of those things It was just one of
They say that I don't know love, I say yes I do They say they are counting love, I say I am too They mark the years with rings like a tree they say I
When love comes in and takes you for a spin Ooh, la, la, la, la, c'est magnifique When every night your loved one holds you tight Ooh, la, la, la, c'est
What is this thing called love? This funny thing called love Who can solve it's mystery? Why should it make a fool of me? I saw you there one wonderful
Do you think of me like snow Cool, slippery and white? Do you think of me like jazz As hip as black as night? Do you think of me like linen Summer sheets
At words poetic I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best Instead of getting it off my chest To let 'em rest unexpressed I hate parading my serenading
