Louie, Louie, Louie, pack up the Louie I gotta pack, gotta pack up the Louie And I can’t leave a thing behind Gotta pack, gotta pack up the Louie For every different change of mind I got a pocket for every reason Every season be another day I love my

I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

I ain't gonna get dressed up, just to be your clown Ain't gonna paint this pretty face, like you paint the town I ain't wastin' good mascara, just to watch it runnin' down I could spend an hour on my makeup and my hair Shoes to tall, dress to small, and

Don't you worry about me He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps No he's never gonna leave So don't you worry about me And he treats your little girl like a real man should Mama you taught me to do the right things So now you have to let your

There's lots of fish in Bonavish Harbour Lots of fish right in around here Boys and girls are fishing together Forty five from Carbanier Catch a hold this one Catch a hold that one Swing around this one Swing around she Dance around this one Dance around

F-f-f-foolin', ah f-f-foolin' If you're really there and you really care 'Cause baby I'm not Is anybody out there, anybody there Does anybody wonder, anybody care Oh, I just gotta to know Lady luck never smiles So lend your love to me awhile Do with me

My feet plow on From light to dawn My empty belly and my body aches Ain’t hard to take Next to the weight I carry in my chest A pound of flesh Could never tip the scale that I’ve made I should have stayed

Why don't you let her see The feelings that you hide 'Cause she'll never know If you never show The way you feel inside Why don't you kiss her Why don't you tell her We're the best of friends And we share our secrets

Take the box Put it in the box, put it in the box The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Frank's in there and I don't care Your neighbors were screaming I don't have a key for downstairs So I punched all the buzzers hoping he would be there And

Tie my right hand to the bible You can burn your paper fingers in the ashtray Place your swollen lips on mine You can shave your heavy head in my carpeted hallway Sure for the first time you're wearing the right clothes Now take them off Meet me on the