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Come On Over Lyrics
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COME ON OVER
(written by: Randy Koslosky/Koz B Koz Publ. BMI)

I spend many hours at my keyboard behind my desk
I think that I'd rather be beside you; that's where I like best
So then when you call me and we're talkin' on the telephone
I ask you darlin', "How'd you like to be with me alone?"

Won't you come over? Come on over baby
Won't you come over? Come over tonight, that's right
Come on over, be beside me darling
'Cause your baby's gonna hold you tight - tonight
'Cause your baby's gonna hold you tight

It's evening, dinner's finished and we sit down in the living room
Each end of the sofa, we sit there and we watch the news
I see your beauty and I want to be close to you
I ask you darlin', "Do you want to be close to me too?"

Won't you come over? Come on over baby
Won't you come over? Come over tonight, that's right
Come on over, be beside me darling
'Cause your baby's gonna hold you tight - tonight
'Cause your baby's gonna hold you tight

Won't you come over? Come on over baby….
Won't you come over? Come over tonight, that's right
Come on over, be beside me darling
'Cause your baby's gonna hold you tight - tonight
'Cause your baby's gonna hold you tight


RESTLESS
(written by Randy & Lisa Koslosky/Koz B Koz Publ. BMI)

Intro:
Well, I'm restless, restless, 'til I rest with you
Yes I'm restless, restless, 'til I rest with you

1. Through the shadows of my youthful days
I was searching, trying to find my way
Though I saw such beauty all around
No place compares to where your love abounds

Oh Lord, I am restless, restless, 'til I rest with you
Yes I'm restless, restless, 'til I rest with you
Restless, restless, 'til I rest with you
Restless, restless, till I rest with you

2. There was something I was longing for
My heart told me that there must be more
Until I found you, or you found me
In your arms there is such love, there's such peace
Oh Lord, I am restless….

3. So, I long to be in your embrace
And to see the beauty of your face
There my heart will dwell in your great love
That's where I'll find the peace I'm dreaming of

Oh Lord, I am restless….


THE COACHMAN (FURMAN)

1. Wszystkich dzis ciekawosc budzi, -
Kto jest najszczesliwszym z ludzi,
A ja mówie, ze nad pana -
Najszczesliwszy los furmana.

Hej wio, hejta wio, - hejta stary mlody, jary!
Hej wio, hejta wio, - hejta, wista, prrr!

2. Tylko jedna ta róznica: -
Sprawiedliwszy jest woznica, -
Choc na konie jarzmo wklada,
Jednak nim sumienie wlada.

Hej wio, hejta wio.….

3. Teraz juz nie bedziem gadac, -
Bo na koziol trzeba wsiadac, -
Stoja konie zaprzezone,
Musim jechac w inna strone.

Hej wio, hejta wio.….

4. Kon nie prosi i nie pyta,
Ale twarde ma kopyta,
I jak wierzgnie, to sie zdarza,
Ze dosiegnie gospodarza.

Hej wio, hejta wio….



THAT CRAZY HEART OF MINE
(written by Randy Koslosky & Bernie Koslosky/Koz B Koz Publ. BMI)

1. If I'm a fool, then a fool I'll be
For following my heart and not my head
If love makes fools of all, I guess we're gonna see
'Cause my heart hasn't lied to me yet

There goes that crazy heart of mine again
Trying to prove that love is blind
It was bound to happen - just a matter of time
Oh, there goes that crazy heart of mine

2. I'm not afraid of what will be
Whatever will be will be soon enough
I've got this faithful heart that's inside of me
That I will trust to tell me if it's love

There goes that crazy heart of mine again….

'Cause the heart can see what the eyes cannot
What the mind simply reasons away
And the heart can tell when the moment's right
That's what my heart is telling me today

There goes that crazy heart of mine again….
It was bound to happen - just a matter of time
Oh, there goes that crazy heart of mine



FOUR MILES FROM WARSAW
(words adapted by John Góra)

1. Cztery mile za Warszawa, starza siostra wyszla za maz
Wyszla za maz, za malarza, brata Józka kominiarza

2. Nigdy w domu nic nocowal, wciaz po swiecie cos malowal
Rano wyszedl, w nocy przychodzil, zawsze ze soba cos przynosil

3. Raz jej przyniósl chuste biala, cala w sadzach umaczana
zonko moja, wypierz mi ja, na sloneczku wysusz mi ja

4. Zonka prala sie smiala bo chusteczke poznawala
Ta chusteczka brata mego, kominiarza oj brudnego

5. Mezu mezu cos ty robil czys w kominie ryby lowil
Ciemno bylo popijalem, kogom spotkal malowalem



DO YOU REMEMBER? (FIDDLE MEDLEY)
(original portions by Randy Koslosky)

(You're on your own on this one!!!!)

 


I THINK I LOVE YOU
(written by T. Romeo)

I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream
When all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knockin' at my brain
Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread:
I think I love you (I think I love you)

This morning I woke up with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with and so I just decided to myself
I'd hide it to myself and never talk about it
And did not go and shout it when you walked into the room:
I think I love you (I think I love you)

I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for
I think I love you. Isn't that what life is made of?
Though it worries me to say I've never felt this way

I don't know what I'm up against. I don't know what it's all about.
I got so much to think about. Hey!

I think I love you….

Believe me, you really don't have to worry
I only want to make you happy, and if you say "hey, go away," I will
But I think better still, I better stay around and love you
Do you think I have a place? Let me ask you to your face:
Do you think you love me?

I think I love you….

I think I love you (I think I love you)
I think I love you (I think I love you)
I think I love you (I think I love you)


POOPSIE
(written by E. Swiderski-E. Pawola)

1. Kocham dziewczyne Poopsie nazwana.
Gruba jak beczka ale wesola
Jak mnie sciska do cholotka
Mysli ze ja jest sierotka
Kocham dziewczyne Poopsie na zwana.

2. Hej Poopsie, Poopsie, chodzmy na dejta
Kupie ci kwiatek bedziesz nosila
Masz tu fajnego chlopaka
Chodz tu Poopsie daj buziaka
Hej Poopsie, Poopsie, chodz my na dejta

3. Poopsie sie pyta gdzie muzyka jest
Mam piekny kwiatek i mam nowy dres
Teraz jest wymalowana
Tancuj z Poopsie az do rana
Poopsie sie pyta gdzie muzyka jest

4. Harjap do domu szybko leciala
Harjap bo glowa bardzo bolala
Wziela sobie aspiryne
Schowala sie pod pierzyne
O moja Poopsie, moja dziewczyna


YOU MOVE ME
(written by Randy Koslosky/Koz B Koz Publ. BMI)

1. It has been many long years
Since they started their lives together
There wasn't much money, but their love was strong
And that's all they had sometimes

2. They would work hard all day long
And they would break bread in the evening
When they were through, he'd get his violin
And they'd move the table aside

And he would play for her a whirling melody
She would dance and twirl around for only him to see
And he would say to her "I love to see you dance"
She'd say, "When you play, you move me"

3. The years, they have come and they've gone
And they are still there together
Their kids have all grown up and moved out on their own
They think of how the time flies

4. Now there's more time than they need
They remember how they'd spent their evenings
So, once again, they do like way back then
When they'd move the table aside

And he would play for her and whirling melody….


WHY, WHY

1. Dlaczego oczy splakane masz, dlaczego powiedz mnie
Nic tobie zlego nie zrobilem, i zawsze kocham cie,

Czemu, czemu, czemu twe oczy tak smuca sie
Czemu, czemu, czemu smucisz sie.

2. Gdy bedziesz plakac, to bedzie zle, prosze cie, nie placz nie
Jestes na zawsze wybrana juz, i tylko kocham cie.

Czemu, czemu, czemu twe ….


HEY GIRL (Hej, Dziewczyny)
(music by R. Koslosky)

1. Hej, dziewczyny, dziewczyny, piekne, coraz piekniejsze,
Ubieramy was co dzien - i muzyke, i w wiersze.

2. Dla was lustra pogody, chmury niebem idace,
Najpiekniejsze ogrody, zapach siana na lace.

Kiedy dzien za noca goni, my szukamy waszych dloni,
By w nich znalezc miejsce wlasne - i na dzisiaj i na zawsze.

3. Hej, dziewczyny, dziewczyny, z krzykiem ptaków nad glowa,
Nasze mysli, spojrzenia zabieracie ze soba.

4. Dla was wiosny zielone, purpurowe jesienie
I ten plomien, co plonie - róza slonca na niebie.

Kiedy dzien za noca goni….

5. Hej, dziewczyny, dziewczyny, nasze, czasem niczyje,
Malujemy was slowem, które zyje przez chwile.
6. Malujemy was swiatlem, które gasnie na wietrze,
Niekochane, kochane, piekne, coraz piekniejsze.

Kiedy dzien za noca goni….

HAPPY LOUIE MEDLEY

Red Apples
Jablka, Jablka, wysypalem Jablka
Jablka, Jablka, hej czerwone Jablka
Poslala mnie matka, na góre po Jablka
A ja z góry na pazóry wysypalem Jablka

Mountain Park
Jedzie, jedziemy, ladnie spiewamy
Na taniec jedziemy, na taniec jedziemy (2x)
Kasia, Marysia, Julcia i Zosia
Na taniec pójdziemy, na taniec pójdziemy
Niech tanczy, tanczy, niech hula hula
Do samego rana

North Shore
Gdzie mi sie podzialy te siwe golebie
Co mi podziubaly dziewczynie po gebie
Myslalas ty sobie ze ja cie kochalem
Jak wódki wzpilem z ciebie sie nasmialem

Siupaj Di
Mialem sobie dziewczyne (Siupaj di, siupaj da)
Piekna ladna maline (Siupaj di aj siupaj da)
Tanczyc z nia bardzo lubial (siupaj di, siupaj da)
Bo ja bardzo ja kochal (siupaj di aj siupaj da)

Siupaj di aj siupaj da, kazda panna buzi da
Siupaj di a siupaj da, kazda panna da
Buzi da, buzi da, i co by nie dala.
Siupaj di….

Firehouse
There's a fire station known throughout the land
Who's fire hose is manned by a polka band
Should there ever be a 9-1-1 call
They grab their hats, coats and all, off to have a ball

Just listen to the clarinets play the polka song
They play a heigh-di-ho when they got to go
Should there ever be a call to play the blues
They grab their pants, shirts and shoes, haven't time to lose

Love & Peace
Now, let everybody listen. I need some help from you
Just like the springtime needs the rain
Let's cut out those Polish jokes
We're as good as other folks
Polish blood is flowing through my veins

I was born in Pennsylvania in a little country town
Loved all its winding roads and lanes
My grandpa "Pappy" spoiled me
My nunnie never frowned
Polish blood is flowing through my veins

Join me in this song and sing it loud and strong
Love one in peace and harmony
Stop those Polish jokes and love those Polish folks
Polish blood is flowing in my veins

So don't make fun of the Polish, the Italian or the Greek,
Portugese, the French, the Swede or Dane
'Cause America can give us the freedom that we seek
Polish blood is flowing through my veins.

Join me in this song….

Hej, Hej
Hej, hej, hej, hej, hej, hej.

Byla babulenka, z rodu bogatego
Miala kozioleczka bardo rozpósnego
Hej, hej, hej, hej, hej, hej.
A ten kozioleczek, on byl bardzo tlusty
Wyjadl on Babuni, ogródek kapusty

Good Luck
Cheers, cheers, cheers! That's the way you make a toast
Cheers, cheers, cheers! And here's good luck to you
Oj da di da….

Na zdrowie! That's the way you make a toast
Na zdrowie! And here's good luck to you
Oj da di da….

A salut! That's the way you make a toast
A salut! And here's good luck to you
Oj da di da….

Accordion a Go-Go (instrumental - so, catch your breath)

Jak sie masz?
Jak sie masz, kochanie, jak sie masz:?
Powiedz mi kiedy znowu cia zobacze

Jak sie masz, kochanie, jak sie masz:?
Powiedz mi, co zostalo z naszych marzen

Jak sie masz, kochanie, jak sie masz:?
Zycze ci, a bysmy byli razem juz

La la la….

Jak sie masz, kochanie, jak sie masz:?
Powiedz mi, co zostalo z naszych marzen

Jak sie masz, kochanie, jak sie masz:?
Zycze ci, a bysmy byli razem juz
A bysmy byli razem juz
A bysmy byli razem juz
Jak sie masz:?

 

 


THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND
(music by Randy Koslosky based on poem by Myra Welch)

It was battered and scarred and the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while
To waste much time with the old violin,but he held it up with a smile
He said it may not be much but it's all we've got left, we might as well sell it too
Who'll make a bid for this old violin. Just one more and we'll be through

Then he said, "One, give me one dollar. Who'll make it two?
Only two dollars? Who'll make it three?
Three dollars twice, well that's kind of nice. But, who's got a bid for me?
Raise up your hand. Don't wait any longer. The auction soon will end
Who'll give me four… that's just one dollar more to bid on this old violin"

Well the air was hot and the people were still as the sun was setting low
From the back of the crowd a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow
He wiped the dust from the old violin and tightened up the strings
Then he played out a melody pure and sweet, as sweet as the angels sing

(violin solo)

The music ceased and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low
Said, "What is my bid for this old violin?"and he held it up with the bow

Then he said, "One, give me one thousand. Who'll make it two?
Only two thousand? Who'll make it three?
Three thousand twice, well that's kind of nice. But, who's got a bid for me?
The people cried out "What made the change? We don't understand"
Then the auctioneer stopped and said with a smile
"The touch of the master's hand"

Many a man with his life out of tune and battered and scarred with sin
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin
But the Master comes and the foolish crowd never quite understands
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand

(violin solo)

The people cried out "What made the change?"
They don't understand
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand

 

   


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