Holiday In Waikiki
Written by: R. Davies

Published by: Davray/Carlin Music Corp.

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I won a competition in a little column in my local paper.
So I packed my bags and flew across the sea all on my local paper.
I sailed to Hawaii in the U.S.A.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.

I didn't realize it was commercialized when I unpacked my cases,
Because a genuine Hawaii ukulele cost me 30 guineas,
And even when I'm swimming I have to pay.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
Oh yeah, yeah.

Across the coral sands I saw a hula hula dancer, looking pretty.
I asked her where she came from and she said to me,
"I come from New York City,
And my mother is Italian,
And my dad's a Greek."
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.

It's a hooka hooka on the shiny briny on the way to Kona[?],
And in a little shack they had a little sign that said Coca Cola,
And even all the grass skirts were PVC.
I'm just an English boy who won a holiday in Waikiki.
Oh yeah, yeah.

In Waikiki
In Waikiki

Holiday Romance
Written by: Raymond Douglas Davies

Published by: Davray Music Ltd.

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On the subway train he sees adverts
for holidays in Jamaica, a weekend in
Rome, a cruise round the
Mediterranean, and dreams of a quiet
week in a little seaside resort away
from his wife, the ducks on the wall,
the soap operas, the office and his
friends - and who knows, he might
encounter a holiday romance.


Holiday Romance

I had a break for a week
So I booked my seat
And confirmed a reservation
At a quiet little seaside hotel.
I packed my bags
And I caught my train and
Reached my destination
Just in time for the dinner gong--ding dong.
Then I saw Lavinia
Standing at the bottom of the stairs.
And I fell for Lavinia
The moment that I saw her standing there.

Lavinia looked so divine
As she walked up to the table to dine
And then Lavinia's eyes met mine.

I thought can this be love,
Can this be lovey-dove
Or just a holiday romance?
Can this be long lost love at last
Or is it just a flash in the pan?

Then after cheese and liqueurs they struck up the band,
I plucked up my courage and I asked Lavinia to dance
That was the start of my holiday romance.
Just a holiday romance.

We did the foxtrot, samba and danced through the night
The last waltz came and we held each other so tight.
That was the start of my holiday romance.

Just a holiday romance
A simple holiday romance.
I wonder should I take a chance?

We walked on the beach,
And we paddled our feet,
And we watched all the swimmers,
And my holiday treat felt complete.
We drank lemonade,
And we sat in the shade,
I thought I must be on a winner
And I acted cool and discreet.
For I knew that Lavinia
Was the shyest lady that I'd ever met,
And I knew that Lavinia
Would only be my lady for the week.

It was just a holiday romance
A simple holiday romance.
I wonder should I take this chance?
Just a holiday romance.

Can this be love,
Can this be lovey-dove
Or just a holiday romance?

I tried to kiss her, she walked away,
She said "Better stop, my husband's
coming to collect me today".
That was the end of my holiday,
Sweet and innocent holiday,
End of my holiday romance.

Holloway Jail
Written by: Raymond Douglas Davies

Published by: Davray Music Ltd.

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They took my baby to Holloway jail,
They took my baby, down Holloway jail,
She was a lady when she went in,
Now she's in jail, and it's giving me hell.

She was just succeeding in the city,
She was just beginning to excel,
And then a spiv named Frankie Simes
Led her to a life of crime,
And led her on the downward trail.

Frankie came home late from work one evening,
The C.I.D. were hot on his trail,
Frankie promised everything,
And then he went and turned her in,
She went and took the rap for him,
Now she's impaled in Holloway jail.

They took my baby, down Holloway jail,
They took my baby to Holloway jail,
There ain't no pity, there ain't no bail,
And she assures me that it's living hell.

She was young and ever so pretty,
Now she looks so old and pale,
She never sees the day,
She wastes her life away,
Sitting in that prison cell.

They took my baby to Holloway jail,
They locked my baby in Holloway jail,
She was a lady when she went in,
Now she's in jail, and it's giving me hell.

She's impaled, in Holloway jail.

Hot Potatoes
Written by: Raymond Douglas Davies

Published by: Davray Music Ltd.

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My baby woke me up this mornin'
She said get down that labour exchange,
And if you don't come home with a job son,
You'll get no dinner to-day.
You gotta secure me a weekly workin' wage.
You'll get no more fancy cookin',
You'll get no more apple pie,
You'll just get those plain hot potatoes
To satisfy your appetite.

La la la la la la Potatoes,
Boiled, French fried, any old way that you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes, yeh,
I want your lovin' every single day.

I said I don't need your fancy cooking,
I like the simple things in life,
Just give me those plain hot potatoes
And I'll be well satisfied,
They'll satisfy my appetite.

La la la la la la Potatoes,
Boiled, French fried, any old way that you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes, yeh,
I want your lovin' 60 minutes an hour,
I want your lovin' 24 hours a day,
I want your lovin' 7 days a week.
Yeh, yeh, oh yeh.
I want your love, I need your love,
But all I get is hot potatoes
When I come home late at night
To satisfy my appetite.

Don't give me no more potatoes,
Boiled, French fried, any old way you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes,
I want your lovin' every single day.
I want your lovin'

La la la la la la Potatoes,
Boiled, French fried, any old way that you wanna decide.
Hot potatoes, Hot potatoes, yeh.

House In The Country
Written by: R. Davies

Published by: Davray/Carlin Music Corp.

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He don't need no sedatives to ease his troubled mind.
At work he is invariably unpleasant and unkind.
Why should he care if he is hated in his home,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.

But he ain't gotta home, oh no,
And he's as wicked as he can be,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right

Well, he got his job when drunken Daddy tumbled down the stairs.
From that very day this boy has more than had his share.
One of these days I'm gonna knock him off of his throne,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.

And he's oh so smug, oh yeah.
He's got everything he needs,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right

And he's oh so smug, oh yeah.
He's got everything he needs,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.
He's gotta house in the country,
And a big sports car.

But he's socially dead, oh yeah,
And it don't matter much to him,
'Cause he's gotta house in the country
Where he likes to spend his weekend days.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, well all right

House in the country
House in the country
House in the country

How Are You
Written by: Ray Davies

Published by: Davray Music Ltd.

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It's been a while, I haven't seen you for at least
A year or more, or is it less? I can't be sure
Well, anyway, you must have heard about the
Troubles that I had, but somehow I got through
I always managed to... and by the way
How are you?
How is your life?
How is it going?
Are you still dreaming and making big plans?
How are the nights are they still lonely?
Are you still struggling the way that I am? Oh
How, how are you? How are you?

You always said that you would try to change
Turn a new leaf and start all over again
But I bet you're making all the same mistakes
You're a lot like me, that's why I'm still your friend
Still no offence, no more hard feelings left on silly sentiment
No harm was ever felt or ever meant
You go your way, I'm bound to see you on the street again some day
And when I do I'll always say
How are you? How are you?

How is your life? How is it going?
Are you still dreaming and making big plans?
How are the nights? Are they still lonely?
Are you still struggling the way that I am? Oh
How, how are you? How are you?

I know you're making all the same mistakes
You're a lot like me that's why I'm still your friend
I bet go, I gotta thousand little things I better do
Ah, but it was really good to talk to you
Be on my way, I'm bound to see you on the street again someday
And when I do I'll say
How are you? How are you?

How is your life? How is it going?
Are you still dreaming and making big plans?
How are the nights? Are they still lonely?
Are you still struggling the way that I am? Oh
How, how are you? How are you?

How Do I Get Close
Written by: Raymond Douglas Davies

Published by: Davray Music Ltd.

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Living in a world where the flesh is cheap.
Body touches body but it's only skin deep.
I can hold you in my arms every time that you weep
But we've lost that emotional flow.
Living on a planet full of emptiness
With maximum exposure full of sleaziness
But the make up on your face can't disguise loneliness
Where designer feelings are in vogue, what do they know?

Darlin' Darlin' how do I get close to you when I'm
Trying, trying my heart is reaching out to you
How do I get close to you?
In this world without feeling,
Where words have no meaning,
If I were lying, lying,
I'd have more chance of reaching you but I'm,
Crying, crying, but I can't get my message through,
How do I get close to you?

Get close to the sinners trying hard to repent
Get close to the homeless wasters and the innocent
Get close to the souls ignored and forgotten by the
Establishment.
People get afraid to touch in case it rubs off on them
Gotta get close, yeah people gotta stay close, close.
People gotta stay close.

Though we seem together, it's breaking my heart.
This world is full of barriers that keep us apart.
Keep it superficial before feelings can start
In a world that's all glitter and glow, what do they know?

Darlin', darlin', I can't communicate to you without
Crying, crying, I can't get a message through
How do I get close to you?
How can I get close?
How can I get close?
Darlin', darlin', how do I get close to you when you're
surviving surviving in a world that's making us confused
Guess I'm afraid of losing you.
In this world without feeling.
Somehow we gotta stay close.

I Am Free
Written by: D. Davies

Published by: Davray/Carlin Music

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Sailing in-between the land, the air and me
Confusion never talks[?]
'Cause frame of mind tells me that I am free
I am free

Doors are open wide
No credits to be seen
Sail with me my friend
I need someone, it's dark and it could get lonely
I am free

I am free

I don't care to be
As similar as[?] machines
To [?]
And convalesce when society doesn't need me
I am free

I Believed You
Written by: Dave Davies

Published by: ?

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I believed you
I believed you
Now it's up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now it's up to me

I believed what you said
The lovin' days were through
But you were fooling around
I found somebody who,

Will never never take your place
Will never give me your embrace
But now that you've shown your face
You've broken her heart too.

I believed you
I believed you
Now it's up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now it's up to me

Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just can't leave her blue
Or else I'll be alone

Well I just can't leave her now
It wouldn't be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now you've broken her heart too

I believed you
I believed you
Now it's up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now it's up to me

Now what am I to do?
Now that you want me so
I just can't leave her blue
Or else I'll be alone

Well I just can't leave her now
It wouldn't be fair somehow
She loved me when my luck was down
Now you've broken her heart too

I believed you
I believed you
Now it's up to me
I believed you
I believed you
Now it's up to me

I Bet You Won't Stay
Written by: Ray Davies

Published by: Copyright Control

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You say you'll be home today
But I bet you won't stay
I bet you won't stay
You say you'll be coming home
But I bet you won't stay
I bet you won't stay

I bet you won't stay here with me, my darling
I know that you like to be free, my darling
You say what you like, you do what you want
But you don't have to stay with me if you don't want
You don't have to stay with me

You say you'll be coming home
But I bet you won't stay
I bet you won't stay
You say you'll be home today
But I bet you won't stay
I bet you won't stay

I bet you won't stay here with me, my darling
I know that you like to be free, my darling
You say what you like, you do what you want
But you don't have to stay with me if you don't want
You don't have to stay with me

But I bet you won't stay
I bet you won't stay
But I bet you won't stay
I bet you won't stay

I bet you won't stay here with me, my darling
I know that you like to be free, my darling
You say what you like, you do what you want
But you don't have to stay with me if you don't want
You don't have to stay with me