Celebration: A ’70s Sing-Along CELEBRATE Music and lyrics by Kool and the Gang Celebrate good times, come on! Celebrate good times, come on! There’s a party going on right here; a celebration to last throughout the years; so bring your good times, and your laughter too. We gon’ celebrate your party with you. Come on now; celebration. Let’s all celebrate and have a good time; celebration. We gon’ celebrate and have a good time. It’s time to come together; it’s up to you; what’s your pleasure? Ev’ryone around the world, come on! Celebrate good times, come on! Celebrate good times, come on! We’re gonna have a good time tonight! Let’s celebrate; it’s all right. We’re gonna have a good time tonight! Let’s celebrate; it’s all right. Celebrate good times, come on!
ESCAPE (THE PIÑA COLADA SONG) Music and lyrics by Rupert Holmes
whole damned town, Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog.
“If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain, If you’re not into yoga, if you have half a brain, If you’d like making love at midnight in the dunes on the Cape, Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for. Write to me and escape.”
And he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown, The baddest man in the whole damned town, Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog. Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog.
FEELINGS Music and lyrics by Morris Albert Feelings, nothing more than feelings, Trying to forget my feelings of love. Teardrops rolling down on my face, Trying to forget my feelings of love. Feelings, for all my life I’ll feel it. I wish I’ve never met you girl; You’ll never come again. Feelings, wo, wo, wo, feelings, Wo, wo, wo, feel you again in my arms.
MARGARITAVILLE Music and lyrics by Jimmy Buffett
BAD, BAD LEROY BROWN Music and lyrics by Jim Croce
Nibblin’ on spongecake, watchin’ the sun bake; All of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin’ my six-string on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp; they’re beginning to boil.
Well, the Southside of Chicago Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there, you better just beware Of a man name of Leroy Brown.
Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville, Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know it’s nobody’s fault.
artsfoundation.org
Now Leroy more than trouble, You see he stand ’bout six-foot-four. All the downtown ladies call him “tree-top lover,” All the men just call him “Sir.”
Y.M.C.A. Words and music by Henri Belolo, Jacques Morali, and Victor Willis Young man, there’s no need to feel down. I said, Young man, pick yourself off the ground. I said, Young man, ’cause you’re in a new town There’s no need to be unhappy. Young man, there’s a place you can go, I said, Young man, when you’re short on your dough. You can stay there and I’m sure you will find Many ways to have a good time. It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. They have everything for young men to enjoy. You can hang out with all the boys. It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. It’s fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A. You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal. You can do whatever you feel.
And he’s bad, bad Leroy Brown, The baddest man in the
75
