Feelin' Groovy by Simon and Garfunkel

Slow down, you move too fast.
You got to make the morning last.
Just kicking down the cobble stones.
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.

Hello lamppost,
What cha knowing?
I've come to watch your flowers growing.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo,
Feelin' groovy.

Got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.
Life, I love you,
All is groovy.

Speed up, you move too slow.
You've got to hurry, go go go!
Just looking lively, that's the ticket.
Act as if yer playing cricket!

Paul and Art, now,
What cha thinkin'?
I've got to wonder
What cha been drinkin'?
Simon, Simon (moron, fool), loafing's only folly.
Dootle-doo, now,
Let's move snappy!

Got so many deeds to do (for the film!) and promises to keep,
and miles to go before we sleep.
Old Mr. Morning will go forsworn.
Doodle-de-doo,
Get a move on!

Bridge Over Troubled Waters by Simon and Garfunkel

Bridge Over Trouble Water

When youÕre weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
IÕm on your side. When times get rough
And friends just canÕt be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

When youÕre down and out,
When youÕre on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you.
IÕll take your part.
When darkness comes
And pain is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

Sail on silvergirl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine
If you need a friend
IÕm sailing right behind.

Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.

Tweedler

When a hurricane hits New Orleans,
And you've got to evacuate, I'll alliterate.
I'm on your side.
When the levee breaks,
and sewage floods your town.
Like a weird lady yodeler,
I will sing this song.
Like a weird lady yodeler,
I will sing this song.

When you have to leave
your terrier dog and bird behind,
and bodies are floating down your river-street.
I'll render aid:
I will babble on.
When the deluge is unbearably absurd,
And you're under water.
Like a motley fool,
I will cheer you up.
Like a motley fool,
I will cheer you up.

When FEMA ignores you for a week,
Bush regrets, "er, err..we've wet the oil,"
and bumbler Mr. Brown resigns,
I'm on your side.
I'll weave an irreverent riddle.
Don't fret. I'll jumble words.

Like a witty, morbid wordsmith,
I will anagram your name.
Like a witty, morbid wordsmith,
I will anagram your name.