The Village Green Preservation Society

Under a lamp light
Monica stands at midnight,
And every guy think he can buy her love,
But money can't buy sweet lovin' from monica.

Morning to moonshine,
Monica knows every line.
Don't ever propose 'cause monica knows, you know.
She'll turn up her nose and say what a fool you are.

I, i shall die,
I, i shall die if i should lose monica.
(oh monica my love.)
People can try,
People can try, but they can't buy monica, my love.

You take the sunshine,
I'll take the nightly shadows.
'cause everyone knows that monica glows at night.
She'll do something wrong and prove to you she is right.

I, i shall die,
I, i shall die if i should lose monica.
(oh monica my love.)
People may try,
People may try, but they can't buy monica, my love.

Morning to moonshine,
Monica knows every line.
Don't ever propose 'cause monica knows, you know.
She'll turn up her nose and say what a fool you are.
Monica.

My big day, it was the biggest day of my life.
It was the summit of my long career,
But i felt so down, and i drank too much beer,
And my manager said that i should not appear.
I walked out onto the stage and started to speak.
The first night i've missed for a couple of years,
I explained to the crowed and they started to jeer,
And just when i wanted no one to be there,
All of my friends were there.
Not just my friends, but their best friends too.
All of my friends were there to stand and stare,
Say what they may, all of their friends need not stay.
Those who laughed were not friends anyway.
All of my friends were there to stand and stare.

Days went by, i walked around dressed in a disguise.
I wore a mustache and i parted my hair,
And gave the impression that i did not care,
But oh, the embarrassment, oh, the dispair.
Came the day, helped with a few last glasses of gin,
I nervously mounted the stage once again,
Got through my performance and no one complained,
Thank god i can go back to normal again.
I went to that old cafe,
Where i had been in much happier days,
And all of my friends were there,
And no one cared.
Say what they may, all of my friends were there.
Not just my friends, but their best friends too.
All of my friends were there,
Now i don't care.

Baby, you don't know what you're saying,
Because you're a victim of bright city lights,
And your mind is not right.
You think the world's at your feet.

'cause you're starstruck, baby, starstruck.
Taken in by the lights,
Think you'll never look back,
You know you're starstruck on me.

Baby, you're running around like you're crazy.
You go to a party and dance through the night,
And you'll drink 'till you're tight,
And then you're out on your feet.

'cause you're starstruck, baby, starstruck.
Taken in by the lights,
Think you'll never look back,
You know you're starstruck on me.

Baby, watch out or else you'll be ruined,
'cause once you're addicted to wine and champagne,
It's gonna drive you insane,
Because the world's not so tame.

And you're starstruck, baby, starstruck.
You're taken in by the lights,
Think you'll never look back,
You know you're starstruck on me.
Don't you know that you are,
Starstruck on me.
And you always will be,
Starstruck on me.
Starstruck on me.

In a dark and misty house,
Where no christian man has been,
Wicked annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen.

Relatives have passed her by,
Too scared to even say hello.
She's in perpetual midnight,
She shuts out the day,
And goes about her sinful ways.

I, i've seen her hair, i've seen her face,
Look towards mine.
I, i've felt her eyes burning my sole,
Twisting my mind.

Little children who are good
Should always go to sleep at night,
'cause wicked annabella is up in the sky
Hopin' they will open their eyes.

Don't go into woods tonight,
'cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by annabella
Waiting just to carry you home

Picture yourself when you're getting old,
Sat by the fireside a-pondering on[?].
Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Picture book, of people with each other, to prove they love each other a long ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.

A picture of you in your birthday suit,
You sat in the sun on a hot afternoon.
Picture book, your mama and your papa, and fat old uncle charlie out cruising with their friends.
Picture book, a holiday in august, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny southend.
Picture book, when you were just a baby, those days when you were happy, a long time ago.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Na, na, na, na, na na.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.
Picture book.

Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.
Picture book,
Na, na, na, na na,
Na, na, na, na na,
A-scooby-dooby-doo.

Picture book, pictures of your mama, taken by your papa a long time ago.
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Long time ago,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A long, long time ago,
In the land of idiot boys,
There live a cat, a phenomenal cat,
Who loved to wallow all day.

No one bothered him
As he sat, content in his tree.
He just lived to eat 'cause it kept him fat,
And that's how he wanted to stay.

Though he was big and fat,
All the world was good to him,
And he pointed out on the map
All the places he had been.
[cathage,karthom,cannes?], [india,sardinia?], kathmandu,
The scilley isles and sahara, too

Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La la la la, la-la la la
La la la la, la-la la la la
La la la la-la la la

Once when he was thin
He had flown to old hong kong,
And had learned the secret of life,
And the sea and the sky beyond.
So he gave up his diet and sat in a tree,
And ate himself through eternity.

Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La la la la la-la la la
La la la la, la-la la la la
La la la la-la la la
Fum, fum, diddle-um di
Fum, fum, diddle-um di

Out in the country,
Far from all the soot and noise of the city,
There's a village green.
It's been a long time
Since i last set eyes on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
'twas there i met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although i loved my daisy, i saw fame,
And so i left the village green.

I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and sunday school.

And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities.
American tourists flock to see the village green.
They snap their photographs and say "gawd darn it,
Isn't it a pretty scene?"
And daisy's married tom the grocer boy,
And now he owns a grocery.

I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and sunday school.

And i will return there,
And i'll and daisy,
And we'll sip tea, laugh,
And talk about the village green.
We will laugh and talk about the village green.