Date: 11 Sep 2014 06:20:13 -0000
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From: Regina Litman <>
Subject: Golden Oldies Lyrics Quiz 332 (GOLQ332)


Welcome to GOLQ332. There is one major theme. After I ran out of songs
for that one, I added a minor theme that is not related to the major theme,
except that I had chosen it to make one of the songs for the major theme a
"two-fer." It turned out that another of the songs also became a "two-fer,"
while yet another one would have qualified as a "two-fer" under expanded
criteria for the major theme, and one more could incorrectly be thought to
be a "two-fer" by someone who didn't research the meaning of something in
the song more carefully.


-- Regina Litman <>


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                       Golden Oldies Lyrics Quiz #332
          Recordings #01-25 and #T1-T2 were from 1957 through 1969
           Due 5:00 p.m. EDT (GMT-4), Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Teardrops fell on Mama's note
When I read the thing she wrote
She said we miss you son
We love you
Come on home

I've been all round this great big world
And I've seen all kind of girls
Yeah but I couldn't wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan

The Byrds and the Airplane did fly
Oh Ravi Shankar's music made me cry
The Who exploded into fire and light
Hugh Masekela's music was black as night

Round the squares
Huddle in storms
Some laughing
Some just shapeless forms

Lots of girls they're ridin' here from my house
Pretty girls they keep passin' by all day
Lots of girls but I don't even see 'em

I rode in on a Greyhound
But I'll be walkin' out if I go
I was just passin' through
Must be seven months or more

And so the people started to sing
And that's how the surf gave birth I'm told

Water all around it everywhere
Tropical trees and the salty air
But for me the thing that's a-waitin' there

Who wears the shady glasses after dark?
Who tries to talk the little girlies into parkin'?

If I went on my way
Thinking now that I'll stay
Ooh baby
Love you baby
Oom baby

He sure is hip, ain't he?
Like, what's happening?
He's too much
Ride, Daddy, ride
Hi-yo dinosaur!

I've seen the beauty of the red, red rose
Seen the beauty when the skies are blue
Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
But the beauty of you

There's Patience Proper and Prudence Prim
You ought to see them do the swim

I'd be safe and warm (I'd be safe and warm)
If I was in L.A. (If I was in L.A.)

Summertime will be a love-in there

Well it's down in California where the orange trees grow (oh California!)
And there's a pretty little girl that he used to know (oh California!)
Well he called me up today about a quarter to one (oh California!)
She said, "Come on over Daddy, let's have some fun." (oh California!)

Sittin' here resting my bones
And this loneliness won't leave me alone
Two thousand miles I roamed

I was down in L.A. town when our manager said, "Jump"
I threw my clothes and my saxophone in a 2 by 4 big trunk
I pushed it to the airport
And I ran to the ticket line

Well I'm goin' outta west where I belong
Where the days are short and the nights are long

Left, right, march along
I just gotta get home (just gotta get home)
Ten more miles

L.A., Pasadena, Frisco, Riverside, Pomona
Laguna is a real cool town
All the cats and chicks are waitin' for me

Fast-talkin' guys
With strange red eyes
Have put things in your head
And caused your mind to wanderin'

My feet are hurtin' mighty bad
Now I've been walkin' for three days and two lonely nights
You know that I'm mighty mad

Weeks turn into years
How quick they pass
And all the stars that never were
Are parkin' cars and pumping gas


Chalkin' our boards (chalkin' our boards)
While we're in school (we're in school)
Now we're [*] waxin' our boards (waxin' our boards)
At Balboa too
[*] Some versions of this song that fit alphabetically use "it's"
    instead of "we're."


All the students report to the dean at the school
His office is cool
It's a telephone booth


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