Someone stole the cookie from the cookie jar
'Cause there are no cookies in there anymore
No more cookies, only cookie crumbs
And I'm really kinda mad 'cause I wanted some
- The Jaynetts, "Who Stole the Cookies From the Cookie Jar?"
Portobello Road, Portobello Road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in Portobello Road
You'll find what you want in the Portobello Road
- Angela Lansbury & David Tomlinson, "Portobello Road," Bedknobs and Broomsticks
In watching it's pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent when a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And shared both his grief and his joy
Pillow talk, pillow talk
Another night of hearin' myself
Talk, talk, talk, talk
Wonder how it would be
To have someone to pillow talk with me
I wonder how
I wonder who
When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
- Bing Crosby, "Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep"
To fill it up, or throw it down
I got a 40 hour week worth of trouble to drown
No need to complicate it, I'm a simple man
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
Cause growing up is awfuler than all the awful things that ever were
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up... no sir
Not I, not me, so there
Never grow up,