Lyrics:
on down to Harry's Place)
When Harry speaks it's Harry's streets, in Harry's house it's Harry's roads
You don't wanna be around, brother, when Harry scolds
he could be dead.
A book of matches and a full ashtray.
Cigarette left smoking its life away.
Another Harry's bar - or that's the tale they tell.
a Harry rag
Harry rag, Harry rag
Do anything just to get a Harry rag
And he curses himself for the life he's led
And rolls himself a Harry rag
it on down to Harry's Place)
When Harry speaks it's Harry's streets, in Harry's house it's Harry's roads
You don't wanna be around, brother, when
of beads
He could not be in the gallery
And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
Harry!
Harry ?
Harry, please come home.
Alright!
America needs you
Harry Truman
Harry could you please come home
Things are looking bad
I know you would be mad
To see what kind of men
Prevail
I'm singing you the ballad
Of a great man of the cloth
His name was Harry Lewis
And he worked for Irving Roth
He died while cutting velvet
I'm singing you the ballad
Of a great man of the cloth
His name was Harry Lewis
And he worked for Irving Roth
He died while cutting velvet
his days wandering where his
Next meal will be coming from
So give him a penny he don't get many
Give him a shilling if you can
Harry's out in the rain
Every sperm is sacred every sperm is great
If a sperm is wasted
MR hARRY BLACKITT: Look at
Them, bloody Catholics
Filling the bloody world up
With
Harry!
Harry ?
Harry, please come home.
Alright!
should be done
Harry knew something should be done
Harry knew something should be done
Harry knew and Harry did it!
Weeks ago right after school
Harry
Checkered flag, checkered flag, checkered flag for Harry Braff.
Checkered flag, checkered flag, checkered flag for Harry Braff.
Goodbye Harry
a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And he curses himself for the life he's led
And rolls himself a harry rag and puts
Good artists copy great artists steal
ain't what they used to be
Harry's hands can't take anymore
Harry's hands are hands of honesty
It's a tragedy
[Chorus:]
And nobody understands,that
performance of heart and soul
You can hear this great
Artist on Columbia Records
Her latest for Columbia is her
Album "Runnin' Out of Fools"
Listen to it
(Come on, Harry, we wanna say goodnight to you)
Holdin' me back
Gravity's holdin' me back
I want you to hold out the palm of your hand
Why
wish I didn't have this nose
These ears that stick out remind me of my father
And I don't want to be reminded at all
The final disappointment
Harry
Show us some karate
No. Robert, would you like some more coffee, love? You, Harry?
No, I want some karate. I wanna see how my money is being
HARRY! HARRY, is that YOU as a BOY?
Why, it MUST be! He's so
Charming and sweet and likeable!
HARRY-AS-A-BOY, c'mon over 'n say a few
Words to de
sometimes our great artists have been
The most critical of our society
It is because their sensitivity
And their concern for justice
Which must motivate any
Oh there's nothing to be ashamed of
If you stub your toe on the moon.
When the dream's at the top of the sky,
Well, you'll just have to jump
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