Charles E Calhoun

Celebration

Numbers

Rock 'n' Roll

Rock

1955

On your mark (on your mark!)
Get set (get set!)
Now ready (ready!) go!
Everybody razzle dazzle (3x)
If it's all night long
Now here's a dance (a-waka-do, waka-do)
Everyone can do (a-waka-do, waka-do)
It's the hipster's dance (a-waka-do, waka-do)
And the square cats too (a-waka-do, waka-do)
Won't you take a chance (a-waka-do, waka-do)
This is all you do (a-waka-do, waka-do)
You just take your baby
Don't you leave that spot
Then you dance like crazy
Give it all you got
That's the razzle dazzle
If your ready or not
On your mark (on your mark)
Get set (get set)
Now ready (ready) go!
Everybody razzle dazzle (3x)
If it's all night long

Let's get together (get together)
One, two and three (one, two and three)
Jumping to the setter (to the setter)
Just you and me (just you and me)
Put your best foot forward (waka-do, waka-do)
Baby can't you see (baby can't you see)
When you hear them holler
And you ain't nowhere
Honey, you just foller
'Cause we're sure not square
That's the razzle dazzle
Well, it's everywhere
On your mark (on your mark)
Get set (get set)
Now ready (ready) go!
Everybody razzle dazzle (3x)
If it's all night long
Everybody razzle dazzle (3x)
A-going on and off
If it's all night long
That's the razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle song

Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Dreams

Weather

Country/Nature

Time

Numbers

Rock

1981

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about.
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law.
And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits.

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline.
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine.
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty-odd years.
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car:
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time.
We fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar.
Tires spitting gravel,
I commit my weekly crime.

Wind
In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge...

Well-weathered leather,
Hot metal and oil,
The scented country air.
Sunlight on chrome,
The blur of the landscape,
Every nerve aware.

Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase.

Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man.
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan.
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside.

William Emerson

Colours

Numbers

Money

Rock 'n' Roll

1966

No Lyrics

Otis Blackwell

Winfield Scott

Time

Numbers

Love

Places

Rock 'n' Roll

1962

Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)

Otis Blackwell

Winfield Scott

Love

Places

Time

Numbers

Rock 'n' Roll

R&B/Soul

1977

Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)

Otis Blackwell

Winfield Scott

Love

Places

Time

Numbers

Rock

Pop

1990

Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)

Otis Blackwell

Winfield Scott

Love

Places

Time

Numbers

Rock

Soul

2009

Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)

Otis Blackwell

Winfield Scott

Love

Places

Time

Numbers

Blues

Rock

1993

Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)

Otis Blackwell

Winfield Scott

Love

Places

Time

Numbers

Rock 'n' Roll

Rock

1994

Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)

Otis Blackwell

Winfield Scott

Love

Places

Time

Numbers

R&B/Soul

1962

Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)

Otis Blackwell

Winfield Scott

Love

Places

Time

Numbers

R&B/Soul

1979

Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright in early next morning,
He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.
We had a quarrel, a lovers spat
I write I'm sorry, but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it Special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it.

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

Return to sender
(Repeat to fade)

John Kander

Names

Places

Numbers

Showtunes

1972

No Lyrics

Graham Oliver

Nigel Glockler

Paul Quinn

Peter Byford

Stephen Dawson

Food and Drink

Places

Time

Numbers

Rock

1986

Big wheels are rolling
On thru' the night
We hit the city in the morning
No time to eat or sleep
Six concerts in a week
Take the show across the nation
Could this be San Antone?
Or am I stood in Rome?
Is this real or am I dreaming?
Standing by the backstage door
Just like the one before
We're here to set the spirit free

Give us the stage (*)
Turn on the lights
Fire up the sound
We'll rock the nations

(Repeat *)

Wait for the curtain call
Excitement in the hall
Stage crew ready at their stations
The houselights start to dim
Another show begins
Now it's time to rocks the nations
Stand in the flashing lights
The music fills the night
This is what we've all been waiting for
We take the last encore
The first of many more
The spotlight takes the final bow

(Repeat * 4 times)

Big wheels are rolling
On thru' the night
Daylight comes without no warning
North, South, East and West
We'll put you to the test
As we rock across your nation

(Repeat *)

Jackie Brensten

Time

Numbers

Happiness

Transport

Rock 'n' Roll

1951

You may have heard of jalopies,
You heard the noise they make,
Let me introduce you to my Rocket '88.
Yes it's great, just won't wait,
Everybody likes my Rocket '88.
Gals will ride in style,
Movin' all along.

(Guitar solo, leading into steel guitar solo.)

V-8 motor and this modern design,
My convertible top and the gals don't mind
Sportin' with me, ridin' all around town for joy.
(Spoken) -- Blow your horn, Rocket, blow your horn!

(Horn sound effect leading into guitar solo.)

Step in my Rocket and-a don't be late,
We're pullin' out about a half-past-eight.
Goin' on the corner and-a havin' some fun,
Takin' my Rocket on a long, hot run.
Ooh, goin' out,
Oozin' and cruisin' along.

(Guitar solo.)

Now that you've ridden in my Rocket '88,
I'll be around every night about eight.
You know it's great, don't be late,
Everybody likes my Rocket '88.
Gals will ride in style,
Movin' all along.

(Fade out, ending with sound effect of a car driving away.)

Jackie Brensten

Happiness

Transport

Numbers

Rock 'n' Roll

1951

You may have heard of jalopies,
You heard the noise they make,
Let me introduce you to my Rocket '88.
Yes it's great, just won't wait,
Everybody likes my Rocket '88.
Gals will ride in style,
Movin' all along.

(Guitar solo, leading into steel guitar solo.)

V-8 motor and this modern design,
My convertible top and the gals don't mind
Sportin' with me, ridin' all around town for joy.
(Spoken) -- Blow your horn, Rocket, blow your horn!

(Horn sound effect leading into guitar solo.)

Step in my Rocket and-a don't be late,
We're pullin' out about a half-past-eight.
Goin' on the corner and-a havin' some fun,
Takin' my Rocket on a long, hot run.
Ooh, goin' out,
Oozin' and cruisin' along.

(Guitar solo.)

Now that you've ridden in my Rocket '88,
I'll be around every night about eight.
You know it's great, don't be late,
Everybody likes my Rocket '88.
Gals will ride in style,
Movin' all along.

(Fade out, ending with sound effect of a car driving away.)

Alex Lifeson

Geddy Lee

Neil Peart

Names

Food and Drink

Places

Numbers

Rock

1992

Well, you can stake that claim --
Good work is the key to good fortune
Winners take that praise
Losers seldom take that blame
If they dont take that game
And sometimes the winner takes nothing
We draw our own designs
But fortune has to make that frame

We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
Thats the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because were here
Roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones

Faith is cold as ice --
Why are little ones born only to suffer
For the want of immunity
Or a bowl of rice?
Well, who would hold a price
On the heads of the innocent children
If theres some immortal power
To control the dice?

We come into the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
Thats the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones

Jack -- relax.
Get busy with the facts.
No zodiacs or almanacs,
No maniacs in polyester slacks.
Just the facts.
Gonna kick some gluteus max.
Its a parallax -- you dig?
You move around
The small gets big. its a rig.
Its action -- reaction --
Random interaction.
So whos afraid
Of a little abstraction?
Cant get no satisfaction
From the facts?
You better run, homeboy --
A facts a fact
From nome to rome, boy.

Whats the deal? spin the wheel.
If the dice are hot -- take a shot.
Play your cards. show us what you got --
What youre holding.
If the cards are cold,
Dont go folding.
Lady luck is golden;
She favors the bold. thats cold.
Stop throwing stones --
The night has a thousand saxophones.
So get out there and rock,
And roll the bones.
Get busy!