Osmonds - Glory of America

Osmonds - The Glory Of America & America Fest (1983) (Osmond Entertainment KM 11203 ) (LP)

The Glory of America & America Fest
Starring
Donny and Marie
The Osmond Brothers
And Jimmy

1. America
2. Rock Medley
3. It’s A Small World / What’s More American
4. City Medley

1. Mamma Don't Allow
2. Mountain Music
3. Happy Birthday / You're A Grand Old Flag
4. Trilogy

1. America (Donny Osmond)

Far
We've been traveling far
Without a home
But not without a star

Free
Only want to be free
We huddle close
And hang on to a dream

On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America
Never looking back again
They're coming to America

Home, don't it seem so far away
Oh, we're travelling light today
In the eye of the storm
In the eye of the storm

Home, to a new and a shiny place
Make our bed, and we'll say our grace
Freedom's light burning warm
Freedom's light burning warm

Everywhere around the world
They're coming to America
Every time that flag's unfurled
They're coming to America

Got a dream to take them there
They're coming to America
Got a dream they've come to share
They're coming to America

They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
They're coming to America
Today, today, today, today, today

My country 'tis of thee
(Today)

Sweet land of liberty
(today)

Of thee I sing
(today)

Today

2. It’s A Small World / What’s More American (Instrumental)

3. Rock Medley (Jimmy Osmond)

One, two, three O’clock,
four O’clock rock
Five, six, seven O’clock,
Eight O’clock rock
Nine, ten, eleven O’clock,
twelve O’clock rock
We’re gonna rock around
the clock tonight

Put your glad rags on,
join me hon
We’ll have some fun
when the clock strikes one
We’re gonna rock around
the clock tonight
We’re gonna rock, rock, rock
‘til broad daylight
Gonna rock, gonna rock
around the clock tonight

When the clock strikes
five, six and seven
Rock on up to seventh heaven
Gonna rock around
that clock tonight
We’re gonna rock, rock, rock
‘til broad daylight
Gonna rock, gonna rock
around the clock tonight

You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
Crying all the time
You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
Crying all the time
Well you ain’t never caught a rabbit
So you ain’t no friend of mine
Well they said you were high class
That was just a lie
But they said you were high class
That was just a lie
Well you ain’t never caught a rabbit
So you ain’t no friend of mine

If everybody had an ocean
across the USA
Then everybody’d be surfin’
like Californ-i-a
You’d see em wearing their baggies
Huarachi sandals too
A bushy bushy blonde hairdo
Surfin’ USA

You catch em surfin’ at Del Mar
Ventura County line
Santa Cruz and Trestles
Australia’s doing fine
All over Manhattan
And down Doheny way
Everybody’s gone surfin’
Surfin’ USA
Yeah, everybody’s gone surfin’
Surfin’ USA

I remember when rock was young
Me and Susie had so much fun
Holding hands and skipping stones
Had an old dark Chevy
and a place of my own
But the biggest kick I ever got
Was doing a thing called
the crocodile rock
While the other kids
were rocking round the clock
We were hopping and
bopping to the crocodile rock
Well crocodile rocking
is something shocking
When your feet just can’t keep still
I never knew me a better
time and I guess I never will
Oh, pretty mama, those Friday nights
When Susie wore her dresses tight
And crocodile rocking is out of sight

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I’ve got a pocket full of quarters
and I’m heading to the arcade
I don’t have a lot of money
but I’m bringing everything I made
I’ve got callous on my fingers,
my shoulders are hurting too
Oh, oh I’m gonna eat ‘em all up
just as soon as they turn blue

I’ve got the pac man fever
It’s driving me crazy
I’ve got the pac man fever
I’m going out of my mind

I’ve got all the patterns down
Up until the ninth key
I’ve got a speedy on my tail
and I know it’s either him or me
So I’m heading out the backdoor
and through the other side
I’m gonna eat the cherries up
And take ‘em all for a ride

I’ve got the pac man fever
It’s driving me crazy
I’ve got the pac man fever
I’m going out of my mind
I’ve got the pac man fever
I’m going out of my mind
I’ve got the pac man fever

Oh well, oh well
I feel so good today
Well we just touched ground
on an International runway
I got propelled back home
from overseas to the USA

New York, Los Angeles
oh how I yearn for you
Oh Detroit, Chicago,
Chattanooga, Baton Rouge
Let alone just to be at the home
back in old St Lou
Well I’m so glad we’re
living in the USA
Oh yeah, I’m so glad
we’re living in the USA
Anything you want
You got it right here in the USA
Oh yeah

San Francisco open your golden gate
You’ll let no stranger wait
outside your door
San Francisco here is
your wandering one
Saying I’ll wander no more

Hooray for Hollywood
That screwy ballyhoo in Hollywood
Where any office boy or young mechanic
Can be a panic in Hollywood

By the time I get to Phoenix
Well he’ll be rising
He’ll find the note
I left hanging on his door

And it said
I’m going to Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
Oh yeah now
Kansas City
Kansas City here I come
Well they got some
crazy little honeys there
And I’m, I’m gonna get me one

If you meet me in St Louis, Louis
Meet me at the fair
Don’t care if your lights
aren’t shining
Any place but there

Oklahoma where the wind
comes sweeping down the plain
And the waving wheat
can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes
right behind the rain
So when we say
Yeeow ayipioeeay yeeow
We’re only saying
You’re doing fine
Oklahoma, Oklahoma okay

The stars at night are big and bright
Deep in the heart of Texas
The prairie sky is wide and high
Deep in the heart of Texas
The sage in bloom is like perfume
Deep in the heart of Texas
Reminds me of the one I love
Deep in the heart of Texas

Oh way down yonder in New Orleans
In the land of the brand new dreams
It’s a garden of Eden,
you know what I mean
Oh Creole babies with flashing eyes
Softly whispering tender sighs

Stop (all aboard) all aboard
Pardon me boys
Is that the Chattanooga choo choo
Oh track twenty nine
Well can you give me a shine
We leave the Pennsylvania station
about a quarter to four
Read a magazine and
then you’re in Baltimore
Shovel all the coal in
Gotta keep it rolling
Woo woo Chattanooga
there you are

Moon over Miami
Shine on my love and me
So we can stroll beside the roll
of the rolling sea

I want to go back to my little
grass shack in
Kealakekua Hawaii
Oh it’s a grand old place
that’s always fair to see
Well I’m just a little Hawaiian
and a homesick kind of girl
I want to go back to my fishing pearl
I want to go back to my little grass shack
in Kealakekua Hawaii
Where the Humuhumunukunukuapuaa
girls are swimming by

Start spreading the news
Oh I’m leaving today
I wanna be a part of it
New York, New York
If I can make it there
I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York
Come on come through
New York, New York
New York

We want do a bunch of things for you
All the things that folks
has seen us do
All our songs from A-Z
Things we’ve done as family
We want do them all
right here for you
But you see we have a little problem

Mama don’t allow no
saxophones in here
Mama don’t allow
no saxophones around here
Well, I don’t care what
Mama don’t allow
We’re gonna play the
saxophones anyhow
Mama don’t allow no
saxophones in here
Take it Alan

Well Mama don’t allow no drums playing around here
Hey, Mama don’t allow no drums playing around here.
Well, we don’t care what
Mama don’t allow
Jay’s gonna play those
drums anyhow.
Ready Jay back there?
C’mon now, play those drums!
Here we go!

Well Mama don’t allow no banjo playing around here
Hey Mama don’t allow no banjo playing around here.
Well we don’t care what
Mama don’t allow
Merrill’s gonna play the
banjo for you anyhow
Ready Merrill? C’mon now.
Play that banjo!

Well Mama don’t allow no
Dixieland in here
Well Mama don’t allow no
Dixieland in here
Well, I don’t care what
Mama don’t allow
They’re going to play it anyhow
Mama don’t allow no Dixie in here.
Go guys!

Well Mama don’t allow no fiddle playing around here
Mama don’t allow no
fiddle playing around here.
Hey Wayne, if you’re
going to fiddle around
You better take that thing
and get out of town.
Mama don’t allow no fiddle playing around here.
Take it!

Well Mama don’t allow no clogging around here. Yeah
Hey, Mama don’t allow no clogging around here.
Well we don’t care what
Mama don’t allow
We’re gonna clog for you anyhow.
Want to see us clog?
Yeah, alright guys let’s do it now.
Here we go

Oh play me some Mountain music
Like grandma and grandpa
used to play
Then I’ll float on down the river
To a Cajun hideway

Play some back home c’mon music
That comes from the heart
Play something with lots of feeling
Cos that’s where music has to start

Oh play me some Mountain music
Like grandma and
grandpa used to play
Then I’ll float on down the river
To a Cajun hideway

Oh play me some mountain music
Oh play me some mountain music
Oh play me some mountain music
Oh play

Happy Birthday America
Happy Birthday America
Happy Birthday America
Happy Birthday to you

You’re a grand old flag
You’re a high flying flag
And forever in peace
May you wave
You’re the emblem of
The land I love
The home of the
Free and the brave

Every heart beats true
under the Red, White, and Blue
Where there’s never a boast or brag
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on
The grand old flag

Oh I wish was I was
In the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away
Look away, Dixieland

I wish I were in Dixie
Away, away
In Dixieland I’ll take my stand
To live and die in Dixie
Away, away
Away down south in
Dixie, In Dixie

Oh beautiful, for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
(Amber waves,
amber waves of grain)

For purple mountains majesty
Above the fruited plain
America, America
God shed His grace on thee
And crown Thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea

Oh beautiful, for patriot dreams
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster’s cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears
America, America,
God shed His grace on thee
And crown Thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea

In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom
That transfigures you and me
As he died to make men holy
Let us live to make men free
Our God is marching on

Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
Glory, glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on