Pinwheel of Death

Buddy Kaye


SONGS

TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
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Writers Darrell D. Fuller, Buddy Kaye, Ben Weisman

Genres Country, Pop, Food

Recorded 1970

Lyrics [verse 1]:
WISH I WAS
AN APPLE,
DANGLING
FROM A TREE,
EVERY TIME
YOU'D PASS
ME BY,
YOU'D TAKE
A BITE
OF ME.
I WISH I WAS
A BLUEBIRD,
I'D NEVER
FLY AWAY,
I'D SIT UPON
YOUR SHOULDER,
BABY,
AND SING TO YOU
ALL DAY.

[Chorus]:
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.

[verse 2]:
I WROTE IT
IN A LETTER,
CARVED IT
ON A TREE,
TOLD IT
TO A HONEYCOMB,
WHO TOLD IT
TO A BEE.
I TOLD THEM
HAT I LOVED YOU,
THEY ALL KNOW
IT'S TRUE,
I'LL SAY IT
TILL THE COWS
COME HOME,
UNTIL IT GETS
TO YOU.

[Chorus]:
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.

[bridge]:
NEED YOU
IN THE MORNIN'
TO START
THE COFFEE POT,
NEED YOU
IN THE AFTERNOON,
TO FAN ME
WHEN I'M HOT.
NEED YOU
IN THE EVENIN'
WHEN SUPPER TIME
IS THROUGH,
WHAT I'M REALLY
TRYIN' TO SAY
IS I CAN'T GET ENOUGH
OF YOU.

[Chorus]:
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.

[verse 3]:
IF I WERE
A MUSICIAN,
I'D HARP
ON JUST ONE THING:
YOU SHOULD NEVER
PLAY MY HEART
THE WAY
YOU PLUCK A STRING.
IF ONLY
YOU WOULD LOVE ME,
SINCERELY TELL ME SO,
I'D BEAT THE DRUMS
ABOUT IT,
BABY,
TO HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD
KNOW.

[Chorus]:
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME,
CINDY, CINDY,
COME ON HOME
TO ME.
Writers David Hill, Buddy Kaye, Ethel Lee

Genres Pop, Children-Novelty

Recorded 1962

Lyrics verse 1:
spoken: CONSUELA, SHE SAY:
YOU BETTER COME HOME
SPEEDY GONZALES,
AWAY FROM CANNERY ROW,
STOP ALL OF YOUR DRINKIN'
WITH THAT FLOOZY NAMED FLO.
COME ON HOME
TO YOUR ADOBE
AND SLAP SOME MUD
ON THE WALL.
THE ROOF IS LEAKIN'
LIKE A STRAINER,
THERE'S LOTS OF GARBAGE
IN THE HALL.

Chorus:
SPEEDY GONZALES,
WHY DON'T YOU COME HOME?
SPEEDY GONZALES,
HOW COME YOU LEAVE ME ALL ALONE?
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA
LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA.

verse 2:
YOUR DOG IS GONNA HAVE A PUPPY
AND WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF COKE,
NO ENCHILADAS IN THE ICE BOX
AND THE TELEVISION'S BROKE.
I SAW SOME LIPSTICK
ON YOUR SWEATSHIRT,
I SMELL THE PERFUME
IN YOUR EAR.
WELL,
IF YOU'RE GONNA KEEP ON MESSIN',
DON'T BRING YOUR BUSINESS
BACK HERE.

Chorus

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