Lyrics:
How'd ya like to stay up late, like the islanders do?
Wait for Santa to sail in with your presents in a canoe
If you ever spend Christmas
or not (yep)
As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe, paddling, making fun of your yacht
But I would like an award for
trying to be a canoe
As you pan for ore
In the desert, floored
I say to you
That I could never imagine a place so beautiful
I could never steal your
or not (yep)
As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe, paddling, making fun of your yacht
But I would like an award for
Long, long ago, someone I know
Had a little red canoe,
In it room for only two,
Love found its start, then in my heart
And like a flower
to see
It's a girl we knew in a four man canoe
Looking for a brand new crew
Come on baby, don't say maybe
I've got to know if your sweet love is
have a snack in the grove or you can rent a canoe
At Indian Lake you'll be able to make the way like the Indians do
You take a bus marked Lakewood
Jemima Surrender, I'm gonna give it to you
Ain't no pretender gonna ride in my canoe
If I were a barker in a girly show
Tell ya what I'd do, I'd
Is it Suzi, Beverly, or is it Angie or Faye
Well I'm your island lover upon your girl's parkway
Inside my love canoe she spends her night and day
seamen do sometimes go
Through cruel hardships they mainly strove
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was
Jemima Surrender, I'm gonna give it to you
Ain't no pretender gonna ride in my canoe
If I were a barker in a girly show
Tell ya what I'd do, I'd
seamen do sometimes go
Through cruel hardships they mainly strove
Their ship on mountains of ice was drove
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was
the shining mist of morning,
But a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water,
Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;
And within it came a people
Swan lee got up at the running foot pow-wow,
Heading from the fire to his waiting canoe.
Chattering squaw untied the wigwam door,
The chief blew
TO BE A CANOE.
AS YOU PAN FOR ORE
IN THE DESERT, FLOORED,
I SAY TO YOU.
THAT I COULD NEVER IMAGINE A PLACE SO BEAUTIFUL
I COULD NEVER STEAL YOUR GOLD
Look Ma, no hands!
Went over old Niagara
in a leaky canoe
You betcha!
I even charmed a cobra
with a blue kazoo
I tied my little cousin
of morning
But a birch canoe with paddles
Rising, sinking in the sunshine
Dripping, flashing in the sunshine
And within it came a people
Can it be the sun
Riding down the river in an old canoe
A bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe
Out of the river all ugly and green
The biggest old alligator that
I have ever
canoe over water blue
And he sang
Hulu Hawai hula
Smile on your zing gang a zula
Moon shine above
On your sweet jungle love
For you my bolo is
A white man loved an Indian maiden
Away you rolling river
With notions sweet his canoe was laden
Away, we're bound away across the wide
Missouri
O
I love a girl named Madeline
I know she loves me, too
For ev'ry night the moon is bright
She rides in my canoe
At midnight on the river
I
Then I'd take my darling Nellie Gray
And we'd float down the river in my little red canoe
While my banjo I would sweetly play
Oh my poor Nellie Gray...
tell me the news
Calamity's waiting for a way to get to her
Rosy red and electric blue
I bought you a paddle for your paper canoe
Say you'll come back
Sex, sleep, eat, drink, dream
Primal, tribal, apple, egg, vegetable, eel
I have a new canoe but it does not have a wheel
Sex, sleep, eat,
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