Snap A Shot

Snap a shot and you're feelin' on top of the world

Don't be afraid to try the coolest gears around
Everybody tries it once
Those who don't just have to put it down
You wind it up meter 'round and raise
And baby that's all there is to celluloid craze
You gotta snap a shot and you're feelin' on top of the world

Not just a fad cause it's been going on so long
Cool films still going strong
They said it wouldn't last too long
They'll eat their RAWs with a Cee Ess Three
And watch 'em they'll hit the road and all be snappin' soon
And when they snap a shot they'll be feelin' on top of the world

Snap a shot and you're feelin' on top of the world

So learn a lesson with a real friendly toy
Every Saturday boy
Just don't treat it like Barnack's 'toy'
Just get away from the pixel race
And baby go catch some rays on the sunny surf
And when you snap a shot you're feelin' on top of the world

Snap a shot and you'll be feelin' on top of the world!

Based upon 'Catch A Wave' written by Brian Wilson with Mike Love and performed by The Beach Boys. Appears on the album 'Surfer Girl'. 

Daddy, Won't You Please Come Home?

When night is creepin'
And I should be sleepin' in bed
If you were peepin'
You'd find that I'm weepin' instead

 My lovin' daddy left his baby again
Said he'd come back but he forgot to say when

 Night after night, I'm cryin'
Daddy, won't you please come home?
Daddy, won't you please come home?
I'm so lonesome

 No one can fill that vacant chair
Home isn't home when you're not there
No need to knock, the door is open for you
Please, daddy

 Even the clock keeps tickin'
Daddy won't you please come home?
Daddy do you have to roam so very long?
There's lots of other new sheiks who would like to be sheikin'
Haven't slipped yet, but I'm liable to weaken
Daddy, daddy, won't you please come home?

That's all

Daddy, Won't You Please Come Home? originally performed by Annette Henshaw

Erin at Carey in B&W

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing

Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;

And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,

I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.

 

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,

End in the Nothing all Things end in--Yes-

Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what

Thou shalt be--Nothing--Thou shalt not be less.

Look to the blowing Rose about us--"Lo,

Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow,

At once the silken tassel of my Purse

Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw."

Various quatrains from The Rubaiyat, written by Omar Khayyam (1048–1131), English translation by Edward Fitzgerald (31 March 1809 – 14 June 1883)