| Fatherless
Children
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
Fatherless
children, All on your own. Your daddy has picked up And left you alone.
Your mother is angry, But she keeps her faith. She knows only love
Can conquer the hate.
Nothing comes easy. Even the small things.
So close your eyes And see what the morning brings.
Caught him
in the hall With his things and all. You want to look him in the eye But
it made you cry.
Fatherless children, Your father is falling. From
where he is now, He can't hear you calling.
All out of time Out
of money, out of love, Out of every single good thing You could ever think
of.
Fatherless children, Inside your day dreams, You see him coming
To the front porch swing.
Fatherless children, I am his brother,
And I still love him. So does your mother.
Fatherless children.
| | The
Millennium Song
(Get Happy)
(words and music by Bruce Lash)
Take
down the umbrella And shake off the awful yoke, 'Cause it's time to be
with friends Who'll make you happy At a New Year's celebration Down
at Maxine's Purple Bar, And you know that you'd be Very glad you came.
Get up. Get out. Get down. Get off. Get happy And kiss someone
you've never kissed before. Get up, this is the ending Of the century.
The good time starts When you walk through that door.
The bartender's
name is Sammy. Been there since 1962, And he'll know just what to pour
To make you happy. And there's the New Millennium Blues Band Playing
St. James Infirmary Blues. It's the only thing They ever learned
to play.
Get up. Get out. Get down. Get off. Get happy. Your holiday
depression is a bore. Get up, this is the ending Of the century. The
Year 2000's knocking at your door.
The clock ticks closer to midnight,
And now the patrons are so enthused, Because they know that, when it strikes,
They'll be so happy. And finally the big moment happens, And now the
years all begin with a two, But you're still at home alone. You'll never
change.
Get up. Get out. Get down. Get off. Get happy And drink
a toast to anyone who's near. Get up, this is the end Of the 20th Century.
The old year may be gone But have no fear: The new millennium isn't
'til next year. |