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Moon Over 97th Street

1.

ELEPHANT LEARNING TO DANCE
SOMETIMES YOU WANT ME TO BE
BIG SO BIG
SO BIG I'LL WRAP YOU RIGHT UP IN MY WINGS
AND FLY YOU OVER THE WIND
AND I CAN DO THAT
I CAN DO THAT
I CAN DO THAT IF YOU WANT ME TO
I CAN BE BROAD AS THIRD AVENUE
IF YOU WANT ME TO
SOMETIMES YOU WANT ME TO BE
SMALL JUST TINY
SO SMALL I'LL PERCH ON THE PALM OF YOUR HAND
I'LL BE THE KITTEN YOU BE THE MAN
AND OH I CAN DO THAT
I CAN DO THAT
I CAN DO THAT
ANY TIME YOU WANT ME TO
I CAN BE SMALL AS A MOLECULE
IF YOU WANT ME TO
I JUST CANNOT DO ALL THIS AT ONE TIME
GIVE ME A MINUTE WHILE I SWITCH MY MIND
SOMETIMES YOU WANT ME TO BE
MORE THAN I THOUGHT I COULD
MORE LIKE AN EAGLE
LESS LIKE A LAMB
MORE LIKE THE WOMAN
I ALREADY AM
AND OH I CAN DO THAT
I CAN DO THAT
I CAN DO THAT
TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO
I CAN FLY INTO THE SUN FOR YOU IF YOU WANT ME TO
SOMETIMES YOU WANT ME TO BE
JUST LIKE I ALWAYS WAS
SMALL AS THE TINIEST HINT OF A CHANCE
LARGE AS AN ELEPHANT
LEARNING TO DANCE.
Words and music by Ina May Wool and Daniel A. Weiss.
© 1998
Voice of Binky Music >

2.

DOWN ON TENTH STREET
WASHING UP ON A SHORE
DOWN ON TENTH SREET
NOT LIKE YOU TO COME THROUGH
TELLING ME THE TRUTH
LIGHT IT UP, TAKE A HIT
THOUGHT YOU QUIT THAT
AS WE SAT AT THE BAR
TALKING OF OUR YOUTH
AND THE NIGHTS AND THE YEARS AND
THE DAYS AND THE WINDS BLOW ON BY
AS WE SAT AT THAT BAR DOWN ON TENTH STREET
TELLING TALES OF THE TIMES
THAT WE KNEW BEFORE
HEARD THE CRACK OF THE SLAP THAT UNNERVED YOU
SAW THE LOOK ON THE FACE OF THE YOUNG GIRL
YOU ONCE WERE
AND THE NIGHTS AND THE YEARS AND
THE DAYS AND THE WINDS BLOW ON BY
BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY
OUT ON THE STREET, GETTING INTO A TAXI,
TEARS RUNNING DOWN
THROUGH STREAKS OF MASCARA
AND THEY DON'T SCREAM WHEN THEY
SEE WHAT THEY HAD, WHAT THEY LOST
HOW IT'S COMING BACK TO COST THEM PLENTY NOW
WHOA OH...
WASHING UP ON A SHORE DOWN ON TENTH SREET
BY THE DAY WE'LL BE GONE BACK TO IT'S OK
PEERING OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AT THE RUINS
RAVAGED CITIES, LOST CAMPAIGNS ALL FADE AWAY

AND THE NIGHTS AND THE YEARS AND
THE DAYS AND THE WINDS BLOW ON BY
WHOA OH....
Words and music by Ina May Wool and Daniel A. Weiss.
© 1998
Voice of Binky Music

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Moon Over 97th Street
1. ELEPHANT LEARNING TO DANCE SOMETIMES YOU WANT ME TO BE BIG SO BIG SO BIG I'LL WRAP YOU RIGHT UP IN MY WINGS AND FLY YOU OVER THE WIND AND I CAN DO THAT I CAN DO THAT I CAN DO THAT IF YOU WANT ME TO I CAN BE BROAD AS THIRD AVENUE IF YOU WANT ME TO SOMETIMES YOU WANT ME TO BE SMALL JUST TINY SO SMALL I'LL PERCH ON THE PALM OF YOUR HAND I'LL BE THE KITTEN YOU BE THE MAN AND OH I CAN DO THAT I CAN DO THAT I CAN DO THAT ANY TIME YOU WANT ME TO I CAN BE SMALL AS A MOLECULE IF YOU WANT ME TO I JUST CANNOT DO ALL THIS AT ONE TIME GIVE ME A MINUTE WHILE I SWITCH MY MIND SOMETIMES YOU WANT ME TO BE MORE THAN I THOUGHT I COULD MORE LIKE AN EAGLE LESS LIKE A LAMB MORE LIKE THE WOMAN I ALREADY AM AND OH I CAN DO THAT I CAN DO THAT I CAN DO THAT TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO I CAN FLY INTO THE SUN FOR YOU IF YOU WANT ME TO SOMETIMES YOU WANT ME TO BE JUST LIKE I ALWAYS WAS SMALL AS THE TINIEST HINT OF A CHANCE LARGE AS AN ELEPHANT LEARNING TO DANCE. Words and music by Ina May Wool and Daniel A. Weiss. © 1998 Voice of Binky Music >	2. DOWN ON TENTH STREET WASHING UP ON A SHORE DOWN ON TENTH SREET NOT LIKE YOU TO COME THROUGH TELLING ME THE TRUTH LIGHT IT UP, TAKE A HIT THOUGHT YOU QUIT THAT AS WE SAT AT THE BAR TALKING OF OUR YOUTH AND THE NIGHTS AND THE YEARS AND THE DAYS AND THE WINDS BLOW ON BY AS WE SAT AT THAT BAR DOWN ON TENTH STREET TELLING TALES OF THE TIMES THAT WE KNEW BEFORE HEARD THE CRACK OF THE SLAP THAT UNNERVED YOU SAW THE LOOK ON THE FACE OF THE YOUNG GIRL YOU ONCE WERE AND THE NIGHTS AND THE YEARS AND THE DAYS AND THE WINDS BLOW ON BY BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY OUT ON THE STREET, GETTING INTO A TAXI, TEARS RUNNING DOWN THROUGH STREAKS OF MASCARA AND THEY DON'T SCREAM WHEN THEY SEE WHAT THEY HAD, WHAT THEY LOST HOW IT'S COMING BACK TO COST THEM PLENTY NOW WHOA OH... WASHING UP ON A SHORE DOWN ON TENTH SREET BY THE DAY WE'LL BE GONE BACK TO IT'S OK PEERING OUT THROUGH THE SMOKE AT THE RUINS RAVAGED CITIES, LOST CAMPAIGNS ALL FADE AWAY AND THE NIGHTS AND THE YEARS AND THE DAYS AND THE WINDS BLOW ON BY WHOA OH.... Words and music by Ina May Wool and Daniel A. Weiss. © 1998 Voice of Binky Music