One Rainy Monday
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
Perhaps it’s my imagination,
But it always seems to rain on Monday;
Whatever the place or time of year,
However you feel it’s plain
That when Monday’s around
You can bet it’ll tum to rain;
He’s getting quite a reputation,
And it always casts a gloom on Sunday;
It could be a game that Monday plays
To fool all the days to come,
And he plays it so well
That I’m sure he succeeds with some;
Ah but not me,
Rainy Monday can’t fool me!
If I believed more than one day
Could be half as bad
The future would be bleak;
No, there’s just one rainy Monday in the week.
The rain upon my bedroom window
Tries to tell me I’m not really dreaming;
And if I believed, then who could say
What problems would soon begin;
Am I really a fool and so easily taken in?
No not me,
Rainy Monday can’t fool me!
I don’t believe all the rumours
That a rainy day can put inside my head;
I’m gonna wait
An’ see what Tuesday’s like instead;
An’ I’ll just spend rainy Monday
At home in bed.
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Cool King
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
There are serious problems with the state of the nation,
The good king’s suffering from poor circulation,
His ears are both fine and there’s colour in his nose
But there’s nothing getting through to the old boys toes!
We need ideas and we need inspiration,
We’ll rewrite the rules, introduce legislation,
We’ll find a way to produce more heat
In his arms, in his legs, but especially in his feet.
‘Cos he’s a cool king;
It’s a weird,
It’s a crazy
It’s a curious thing,
So we’ll all bring
Something rosy
Something cosy
Something neat
For his feet!
In a week and a day, this will be our resolution,
We’ll bring to the king every possible solution,
And when we next appear at the bottom of the street
You can bet we’ll have a cure for the king’s cold feet
Cos he’s a cool king;
It’s a weird,
It’s a crazy
It’s a curious thing,
So we’ll all bring
Something rosy
Something cosy
Something neat
For his feet!
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Searching for Hot Stuff!
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
You’ve been silent, you’ve been brooding,
You’ve been distant, you’ve been blue;
You’ve been changing from the person we know
To a stranger whose nothing like you.
We’ve been troubled, we’ve been helpless,
Never knowing what to do;
Then from nowhere there’s a job to be done
And we’ll move heav’n and earth just for you.
An’ it’s coming soon, there’s a feeling in the air,
There’s a catchy tune everybody wants to share,
Gonna bring you back with a song to the place where you belong,
To the top of the world and keep you there!
We’re searching for Hot Stuff (clap * *
* *)
We’re searching for Hot Stuff (clap * *
* *)
We’ll search for it here,
We’ll search for it there,
We’ll search for it everywhere,
We’re searching for Hot Stuff (clap * *
* *)
We’re searching for Hot Stuff (clap * *
* *)
And you can bet we won’t be back until it’s found!
Moving closer, moving forward,
Who knows how and who knows when?
Never resting, never sleeping,
Until you’re the warmest of kings once again.
An’ it’s coming soon, there’s a feeling in the air,
There’s a catchy tune everybody wants to share,
Gonna bring you back with a song to the place where you belong,
To the top of the world and keep you there!
We’re searching for Hot Stuff (clap * *
* *)
We’re searching for Hot Stuff (clap * *
* *)
We’ll search for it here,
We’ll search for it there,
We’ll search for it everywhere,
We’re searching for Hot Stuff (clap * *
* *)
We’re searching for Hot Stuff (clap * *
* *)
And you can bet we won’t be back until it’s found!
(repeat)
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Nothing to Do
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
Nothing to do, nothing to say,
Watching the world just float away;
Nobody speaks, nobody answers,
Nobody chances
Passing the time of day with me;
Group 1
Nothing to do,
nothing to say,
Watching the world
just float away;
Nobody speaks,
nobody answers,
Nobody chances
Passing the time of day with me;
Group 2
Nothing to see tonight,
How will it be tonight
Without a conversation
Helping to keep me awake?
Tonight,
Nothing to do tonight,
Nothing to say tonight,
No one to pass the time of day with me.
Nobody happens to see,
So I just stay here,
Every night every day here,
Simply watching the clouds go by,
Wondering when will I
Feel a warmth and a glow
Once again, but I know
Until then there’s
Group 1
Nothing to do,
nothing to say,
Watching the world
just float away;
Nobody speaks,
nobody answers,
Nobody chances
Passing the time of day with me;
Group 2
Nothing to see tonight,
How will it be tonight
Without a conversation
Helping to keep me awake?
Tonight,
Nothing to do tonight,
Nothing to say tonight,
No one to pass the time of day with me.
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The Road to Home
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
Where will you go tonight?
Where will you go tonight?
I see the rain falling hard and long,
I hear the wind sing a mournful song,
And feel the chill of the mist along
Your way.
And in the morning light,
And in the morning light,
Don’t stay too long when your journey ends;
Although it’s steep and it winds and bends
The road to home is the best of friends
To me.
Don’t take your time,
It gets so lonely when you’re gone;
Don’t stay away too long.
Don’t take your time,
Just hurry back where you belong,
Don’t stay away,
Come home.
Will you be home tonight?
Will you be home tonight?
I find the waiting so hard to bear
Watching the road till I see you there;
And when the night falls still wond’ring where
You are.
I see the rain falling hard and long,
I hear the wind sing a mournful song
And feel the chill of the mist along
Your way.
Don’t take your time,
It gets so lonely when you’re gone;
Don’t stay away too long.
Don’t take your time,
Just hurry back where you belong,
Don’t stay away, come home.
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Black Diamond
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
Deep down under the hillside,
Deep down hidden from sight;
Where the world is in darkness,
A fright’ning sort of a night;
This is where we can find it,
Where the paths of the underworld meet;
All we need are the tools of the trade,
Just a pick and a shovel and a pounding beat;
Dig until your arm is aching,
Dig until your back is breaking;
Nose to the ground,
Don’t stop till you’ve found
Black diamond..........
Nose to the ground, watch for the glow,
Till we have found, deep down below,
That dark mysterious black diamond.
Dig until your arm is aching,
Dig until your back is breaking;
Nose to the ground,
Don’t stop till you’ve found
Black diamond..........
Nose to the ground, watch for the glow,
Till we have found, deep down below,
That dark mysterious black diamond.
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Something Wonderful For You
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
(unison)
We searched and we found something wonderful,
Something wonderful for you;
Something soft, something snug, something wonderful;
And it’s sure to warm you through.
(Split - Group 2 starting after ‘searched’)
We searched and we found something wonderful,
Something wonderful for you;
Something soft, something snug, something wonderful;
And it’s sure to warm you through.
(unison)
Warm and cosy,
We’re absolutely sure
You’ll never find a cure
As wonderful as this,
Nothing as wonderful as this;
You’ll feel a natural glow
Come up from below
And make every toe
Feel so
Warm and cosy,
We’re absolutely sure
You’ll never find a cure
As wonderful as this,
Nothing as wonderful as this,
As this.
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Central Heating
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
Gas pipes, water pipes, electricity,
Easy to assemble,
It’s pure simplicity
Step by step, there’s nothing could be easier to fix (That’s what the salesman said)
Pumps and radiators,
Valves and insulators,
Joints and thermostats
And insulation mats
And anything else that will fit!
Gas pipes, water pipes, electricity,
Easy to assemble,
It’s pure simplicity
Step by step, there’s nothing could be easier to fix (That’s what the salesman said)
Pumps and radiators,
Valves and insulators,
Joints and thermostats
And insulation mats
And anything else that will fit!
Group 1
We’ve got some gas pipes water pipes, gas pipes water pipes (etc....)
Group 2
E....lectricity, e....lectricity (etc)
Group 3
All you need is central heating, all you need is central heating (etc)
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Together
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
We’ve been a-thinking an’ it seems to be true,
We get the feeling when we’re looking at you,
You’re not together!
You’re really, really not together.
You’ve got your thermal socks,
You’ve got the heating on,
But still you’re on the rocks,
When all is said and done
You’re not together!
Da ba da dum.
We’ve got the answer if you do as we say,
Become a dancer, you’ll be warm right away,
Get it together!
Come on, come on, get it together;
You step it to the left, you step it to the right,
You feel the tingle factor, give the blues a fright,
Get it together!
Da ba da dum.
There’s nothing to it,
You can learn to do it
If you give that rhythm a chance;
Now when you’re ready,
First you take it steady,
Then rock it,
Now you can dance, yeah!
Just take it easy now and don’t lose control,
Just get the feel of it, it’s called rock an’ roll,
Get it together,
Come on come on get it together;
You step it to the left, you step it to the right,
You feel the tingle factor, give the blues a fright,
Get it together;
Get it together;
Get it together.
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If You Feel Like Dancing
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
If you feel like dancing tap you feet (tap * *)
It’s the thing to do with ev’ryone you meet;
In the city every fella
With his bowler and umbrella
With his pin-stripe smart and dapper
Looks so neat;
Under normal circumstances
He’s a man who never dances,
But when sometimes he’s a little indiscreet,
(What does he do?)
He taps his feet.
If you feel like whistling along
To the chorus of a catchy little song;
Like the farmer when he’s tilling
Or the dentist when she’s drilling,
Like the ringers when they’re ringing
Ding-a-dong;
And the policeman on the beat
With his size eleven feet
Doesn’t worry if the tune is right or wrong,
(What does he do?)
He whistles along.
When the world is dark and grey
And it’s such a mis’rable day,
Keep a little bit of rhythm in your dancing shoes
Just in case the moment takes you and you can’t refuse,
O - oh,
I’ve got the rhythm in my shoes!
If you feel like dancing (etc....) I feel as if I’m ready to dance,
Let’s try, I think I might take a chance,
Find my feet,
Keep a gentle beat, I’ll be sure to do it,
There’s nothing to it!
Watch me go, Dancing fast and slow,
I’ll be dancing on air
Like Fred Astaire!
Doodly doo bi doo bi doo bi doo bi doo, doo doo,
Doodly dum!
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Finale - One More Song
Words and Music by Alan Simmons
One more song
One more song
One more song
One more song
Sing us one more song
Won’t you sing us just
One more song
One more song
One more song
One more song
What kind of song would you like us to sing
Shall we sing you a ballad or a song with a swing
Tell us what kind of song to sing
D’you want an old time ballad, sweetly sung
To make you feel that inner glow
D’you want a real infectious groovy thing
That’s gonna make you tap your toe
D’you want a chorus from an opera
The sort we have to sing out loud
D’you want to sing “You’ll never walk alone”
As if you’re in a football crowd
Whatever kind of tune you like to hum
Whatever lyrics tum you on
Whatever melody, whatever harmony
You know, we have the very one!
Just tell us.....
Nobody can go
Until you help us to close the show
We’ll sing a chorus that you know
So join us.........
We know what you want, We know what you want,
We know what you love to hear,
We wouldn’t send you home without rock’n’roll music
Rock’n’roll music ringing in your ear......
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