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There Fly the Eagle


© 2011 Music by Tony Crimlisk

Lyric by Brian Murphy


There fly the eagle over the tree.
There fly the eagle over the tree.
High in the sky
Eagle swoop, eagle fly.
There fly the eagle over the tree.

There walks to lion under the tree.
There walk the lion under the tree.
There on the ground,
Lion prowling around.
There walk the lion under the tree.

Fly eagle!
Fly high!
Watch eagle!
No one walking by.

There hide the leopard up in the tree.
There hide the leopard up in the tree.
Hidden away, leopard look for his prey.
There hide the leopard up in the tree.

Fly eagle!
Fly high!
Watch eagle.
Maybe someone die!

There slide King Cobra softly; no sound.
There slide King Cobra softly; no sound.
Cobra he slide; you got nowhere to hide!
There slide King Cobra softly; no sound.

Oh Brother

   © 2011 Music and lyric by Tony Crimlisk


(JOHN)
Oh Brother!  Oh Brother! It’s good to have you here.
Oh Brother! My brother I haven’t seen you now for fifteen years.

What have you been doing?  Who have you been – (!)
Talking to and is it true that you are coming home?

Oh Brother!  My Brother!  Good to have you around.

(TO PET) When we were young he always got the prizes.
When we were young he always got surprises.
He could walk on water!
(TOM:) But you’re the one who got the daughter.

You got the girls; you got the fun
You got the good times; admired and loved by everyone.

Oh Brother!  Oh Brother!  Now I’ll settle down.
Oh Brother!  My Brother!  I just love it in this town.

(JOHN:) You’ve been successful in your life.
You made the money;   (TOM:) But you got the wife.

When we were young it was always the same
You were the naughty one, but I got the blame.

Oh Brother! My Brother!  I feel the time has come
To settle down and have some fun.  I just want a better life
A quiet home   (JOHN:) You want a wife!
(TOM:) Have time for me; get off the skids.
(JOHN) What you need Bro’ is have some kids!
(TOGETHER:) Oh Brother!  My Brother!  Good to have you around. 
Good to have you in town!

(TOGETHER:) Oh Brother!  My Brother!   We can start again.
Remembering the fun we’ve shared.
(TOM:) You can help me in my life   (JOHN:) I can help you find a wife!
(TOGETHER:) We can sing that same old song.
Now we’re back where we belong!
Oh Brother! My Brother!
Good to have you around.
Good to have you in town!

 

Lurve!

Copyright 2012

Music and lyric by Tony Crimlisk

‘Lurve!’ - hits me in the eye.
Oh yes, Lurve - makes my senses fly – to the sky.
A sensation of elation, that’s as old as procreation,
Unexpected devastation, then a crazy jubilation – like wow!
A symphonic variation – like now!

All I was doing was driving my car
Down the motorway.
A hitchhiking girl didn’t want to go too far
But she showed me the way.  That’s when…


‘Lurve!’ - hit me in the eye.
Oh yes, Lurve - makes my senses fly – to the sky.
Now it’s not an aberration to extend an invitation
For some joint cohabitation - it’s the natural inclination – Kerpow!
It just needs some preparation – to allow.

 

All I was doing was choosing a book
In the library.
The girl at the desk gave me such a funny look
And then she smiled at me.  And then…


‘Lurve!’ - hit me in the eye.
Oh yes, Lurve - makes my senses fly – to the sky.
But the slightest abrogation leads to rising conflagration
And a growing desparation (like colonic irrigation) – ow!
And then endless exhortation – mia-ow!

 

All I was doing was lying about
Basking in the sand.
A girl in the waves gave a “come and get me” shout.
I swam to lend a hand.  And then…


‘Lurve!’ - hit me in the eye.
Oh yes, Lurve – makes my senses fly – to the sky.
Just a simple exhortation on the joys of federation
Doesn’t call for explanation, or extensive meditation - pow-wow!
It just needs some calculation – on how!

 

All I was doing was counting my cash  
To the bank I’d gone.
A girl at the bank saw the money I could flash,
It seemed to turn her on.  That’s when…


‘Lurve!’ - hit me in the eye.
Oh yes, Lurve - makes my senses fly – to the sky.
And despite some reservation, there’s a rising expectation;
That engenders levitation and defies all gravitation - right now!
It’s an endless fascination,
   And it’s got my approbation – and how!

Isn't This a Lovely Party?

© 2011 Music and Lyric

by Tony Crimlisk

 

Isn’t this a lovely Party?

Isn’t this a lovely Party?
We’re going to have a ball
We’re going to let out hair down
We’re feeling ten feet tall

Isn’t this a lovely Party?
We’re going to dance all night
We’re going to spread our wings out
Fly higher than a kite

Rumba, fox-trot or cha-cha -
That’s just how frisky we are
(We might even do the can-can!)

Isn’t this a lovely Party?
You can join in young or old
Dancing makes the heart grow younger
Or at least that’s what I’m told

Things Have Changed a Lot

(In 30 years)

© 2012 Music and Lyric

by Tony Crimlisk

Once my figure was slight
And I could dance away each night
But things have changed a lot in 30 years
I had all I could want -
Even dressed like Mary Quant
But things have changed a lot in 30 years


Once I jittered and jived with the best
Now I have to sit down for a rest
My feet are killing me!
Back then I thought about burning my bra,
But thought that was going too far!
Ah, that was so long ago.
Ah, that was a long, long time ago.

 

As a lad, times were bad
I spent the money that I had,
But things have changed a lot in 30 years
Back home then take-home pay
Was only just two pounds a day
But things have changed a lot in 30 years.
Now that I’ve got money to spare,
And could buy up the whole of Mayfair
I miss the friends I had.
We used to play out on the street.
And had Sat’day ‘flicks’ as a treat,
But that was so long ago.
Yes, that was a long, long time ago.

Once I rocked and I rolled,
I never did as I was told.
But things have changed a lot in thirty years.
I had hopes; I had dreams.
And I thought up lots of schemes
But things have changed a lot in 30 years
Then I wanted to go on the stage
Be the ‘pop’ star hit of the age
But that was not to be.
I thought that I could rise to the top
Be an Admiral; well maybe not!
But, that was so long ago.
Yes, that was a long, long time ago.

But the thing that changed the most is…..
Yes, the thing that’s changed the most is…..Us!!

​We Could Be Friends

Copyright 2012

Music and Lyric by Tony Crimlisk

POLLy:   * We could be friends -
Why not be friends?
We like the same things and you know,
I even like you. 
      ALBERT: (Spoken bashfully) Oh no you don’t
      Audience: “Oh yes she does!”


POLLy:    Yes, we could be friends -
Why can’t we be friends?
We’d sit together and we’d talk;
Might even hold hands.
     ALBERT: (Spoken) Dunno about that!


Then we might
Join together - man and wife!
ALBERT:     What! Marry you – not on your life!
But we could be friends
Can’t we just be good, good friends?

(NB: Repeat from * with POLLY singing the same tune and words, but ALBERT
singing the following words to a counter melody.   Both parts are sung together.
)

ALBERT:  I’d like to have a friend that I could share
Instead of sitting lonesome in my chair.
I’d like a better life,
But I don’t want a wife.
I’m quite content to lead a bach’lor’s life.
Free and easy –
But we could be friends,
Can’t we just be good, good friends?


POLLy:    I’d like to have friends -
ALBERT:   I’ve never had friends!
TOGETHER: We think the same things and we drink the same things too
Yes, we could be friends – why can’t we be friends?
We’d sit together and we’d talk –
But never/and maybe hold hands!
Sometimes a friendship leads on to romance
But, marry you? Well, not a chance!
But we could be friends
Can’t we just be good, good friends?

Come In (The Love is Fine)

© 2011 Music  and Lyric by

Tony Crimlisk

My heart is full of love so true,
There just might be a place for you.
I could love you (given time)
Come on, to love is fine.

 

CHORUS:
Come on, Come on, Come on the love is fine.
And there’s an ocean of devotion.
In this love of mine.

I like your looks, I like your style
So we could make it (for a while)

I think your figure’s just divine,
Come on, the love is fine.
    CHORUS

 

You’d have to stop those roving eyes
And never tell me any lies
Then we could make it rain or shine
Come on, the Love is fine
   CHORUS

 

It’s not too late for our romance.
So come on now let’s take a chance.
If I’m the cup then you’re the wine.
Come on, the love is fine.
  CHORUS

You’re quite a man; I have to say
I’d never thought of you that way.
But I might love you; stand in line!
Come on, the love is fine.

 

CHORUS

 

I guess that I could love you too
And give up everything for you.
If you’re the lock then I’m the key
So will you marry me?   CHORUS

The Silver Medal

Copyright 1971/2011 Music by Tony Crimlisk

Lyric by David Dunn.


 

I’ve a little silver medal that my Mom gave me to wear
And on it is a picture and a simple little prayer
It’s battered and it’s tarnished but to me it’s fine and rare
That little silver medal – it goes with me everywhere.

Now I was a Kansas farmer and I had to go and fight
And Mom she cried a little but she said; “You’re in the right.
So you must do your duty; it’s a call you can’t ignore,
But you take this silver medal – it’s the one your father wore”.

So I went off with the others on that jungle road to hell
And I had my share of sorrow as I mourned my pals who fell.
When I touched my silver medal it somehow seemed to tell
That prayers were being offered; by someone who loved me well.

Then we went off on a steamy day and met a fierce attack
Yes, suddenly the enemy was firing at our back.
I touched my silver medal as I heard the rifles crack!
And I felt a bullet hit me – and then everything went black.

I was carried through the jungle and I nearly died they say.
I dreamed about my Momma and I seemed to hear her pray.
I touched my silver medal and I found to my dismay
It was twisted and distorted – just the way it is today.

I’ve a little silver medal that my Mom gave me to wear,
It was battered by a bullet from a hidden jungle lair.
The bullet would have pierced my heart if it had not been there.
This little silver medal – and a mother’s loving prayer.
Yes, a mother’s loving care.

London is the Place to Be

     © 2011 Music and lyric by Tony Crimlisk
        
P: It’s so inviting and exciting; anyone can see.
Looking round at all the faces; seeing such exciting places;
London is the place to be.
P: I want to see Trafalgar Square and watch the pigeons flying there,
Sitting on the top of Nelson’s hat.

G: I want to see that dark dank lane, where ‘Jack the Ripper’ came to fame  and did his dirty deeds – and after that ……

P: I want to stroll along the Strand, and see the sights of Theatreland;
Places where those famous actors stood.

G: I’d rather see the torturer’s lair; the rack, the wheel, and places where
You still can sense the drip, drip, drip of blood!

P&G: Although on some things we might disagree - still London is the place –
Yes, London is the place for me.

G: By London Bridge the catacombs are full of dank and darkened rooms
Where skeletons leer at you in the dark! 
                                  
P: I’d rather take a trip and see those places steeped in history;
Covent Garden and St James’ Park.

G: Now Tyburn was a place of fun (though  clearly not for everyone).
For weeks some folk were left there hanging round.
                      
P: There’s Westminster, Soho, the Mall then Windsor Castle and St Pauls’
Where those famous kings and queens were crowned.
   
G: Whilst Headless horsemen in Pig Lane take up the cry and ride again  and ghosts are said to haunt the Tower where Anne Boleyn and  Catherine Howard quake behind locked doors awaiting death.

P: I’d sooner see Buck House, Big Ben, Canary Wharf, the Globe and then  there’s London Bridge and Number Ten, the Gherkin and the Eye and  then the Cutty Sark, the Modern Tate – Oh dear I hope we’re not too late!  

        

P&G: Although on some things we might disagree -
Still, London is the place -
Yes, London is the place for me…..