Bip bop, bip bip bop
Bip bop, bip bip band
Dig your bottom dollar
put it in your hand
Try to hang out
underneath the stand
Put your hands together
gonna see a band
Treat me like a good boy
Treat me like a man
Take me hair and curlers
But treat me like a man
Wings - Wild Life Album Lyrics
Wings - Wild Life Lyrics
Writer: PAUL MCCARTNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Love Is Strange
Baby, love is strange
Many many people, take it for a game
My sweet baby, love is strange
Yeah Yeah
Many many people, take it for a game
Yeah Yeah
Love is strange
Love is strange
Yeah Yeah
Many many people, take it for a game
Yeah Yeah
Love is strange
Love is strange
Many people, they don't understand
They think that having love is, like having money in the hand
My sweet baby, love is strange
Many many people, seem to take it for a game
La la la la
Love is strange
La la la la
Love is strange
Many many people, take it for a game
My sweet baby, love is strange
Yeah Yeah
Many many people, take it for a game
Yeah Yeah
Love is strange
Love is strange
Yeah Yeah
Many many people, take it for a game
Yeah Yeah
Love is strange
Love is strange
Many people, they don't understand
They think that having love is, like having money in the hand
My sweet baby, love is strange
Many many people, seem to take it for a game
La la la la
Love is strange
La la la la
Love is strange
Writer: SYLVIA ROBINSON, ETHAL ENMS, MICKEY BAKER
Copyright: Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING,
Copyright: Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING,
Wild Life
The world "wild" applies to the words "you" and "me".
While take a walk thru an African park one day,
I saw a sign say, "The animals have the right of way".
Wild life, whatever happened to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
We're breathing a lot,
a lot of political nonsense in the air.
You're making it hard for the people who live in there.
You're moving so fast, but, baby, you know not where.
Wild life, (wild life), what's gonna happen to
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
You'd better stop, there's animals ev'rywhere,
And man is the top, an animal too,
And, man, you just got to care.
Wild life, what's gonna happen to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
You're breathing a lot of polical nonsense in the air.
Wild life, (wild life), what's gonna happen to
(what's gonna happen to) (what's gonna happen to)
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
(what's gonna happen to) (what's gonna happen to)
Wild life, what ever happened to?
What ever happened to?
While take a walk thru an African park one day,
I saw a sign say, "The animals have the right of way".
Wild life, whatever happened to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
We're breathing a lot,
a lot of political nonsense in the air.
You're making it hard for the people who live in there.
You're moving so fast, but, baby, you know not where.
Wild life, (wild life), what's gonna happen to
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
You'd better stop, there's animals ev'rywhere,
And man is the top, an animal too,
And, man, you just got to care.
Wild life, what's gonna happen to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
You're breathing a lot of polical nonsense in the air.
Wild life, (wild life), what's gonna happen to
(what's gonna happen to) (what's gonna happen to)
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
(what's gonna happen to) (what's gonna happen to)
Wild life, what ever happened to?
What ever happened to?
Writer: DON VAN VLIET
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Some People Never Know
No one else will ever see
how much faith you have in me,
Only fools would disagree that it's so,
Some people never know.
Like a fool I'm faraway,
ev'ry night I hope and pray
I'll be coming home to stay and it's so,
Some people never know.
Some people can sleep at nightime,
believing that love is a lie.
I'm only a preson like you, love,
and who in the world can be right
all the right time.
I know I was wrong, make me right, right.
Only love can stand the test,
only you outshine the rest,
Only fools take the rest,
Only fools take second best, but it's so,
Some people never know.
how much faith you have in me,
Only fools would disagree that it's so,
Some people never know.
Like a fool I'm faraway,
ev'ry night I hope and pray
I'll be coming home to stay and it's so,
Some people never know.
Some people can sleep at nightime,
believing that love is a lie.
I'm only a preson like you, love,
and who in the world can be right
all the right time.
I know I was wrong, make me right, right.
Only love can stand the test,
only you outshine the rest,
Only fools take the rest,
Only fools take second best, but it's so,
Some people never know.
Writer: LINDA MCCARTNEY, PAUL MCCARTNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Am Your Singer
You are my love, you are my song, liger on,
You are my song, I am your singer.
You are my one, you are my own melody,
You are my song, I am your singer.
Someday when we're singing
we will fly away, going winging.
Sing, singing my love song to you.
My song is sung,
when day is done harmonies willinger on,
I am your singer,
I am your singer,
singing my love song to you
You are my song, I am your singer.
You are my one, you are my own melody,
You are my song, I am your singer.
Someday when we're singing
we will fly away, going winging.
Sing, singing my love song to you.
My song is sung,
when day is done harmonies willinger on,
I am your singer,
I am your singer,
singing my love song to you
Writer: LINDA MCCARTNEY, PAUL MCCARTNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer: PAUL MCCARTNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Tomorrow
Oh, baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Holding hands we both abandon sorrow
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow
Hey, baby's got a lazy day on Sunday,
Here's a pound, we hang around 'til Monday
Oh, baby don't you let me down on Sunday
Bring a bag of bread and cheese
And find a shady spot beneath the trees
Catch a breath of country air
And run your pretty fingers thro' my hair
Tomorrow, when we both abandon sorrow
Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow
Thro' the week we beg and steal and borrow
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow
Honey, pray for sunny skies
So I can speak to rainbows in your eyes
Let's just hope the weather man is feeling fine and doesn't spoil our plan
Tomorrow, when we both abandon sorrow
Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow
Holding hands we both abandon sorrow
Oh, baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Oh don't let, let me down
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Holding hands we both abandon sorrow
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow
Hey, baby's got a lazy day on Sunday,
Here's a pound, we hang around 'til Monday
Oh, baby don't you let me down on Sunday
Bring a bag of bread and cheese
And find a shady spot beneath the trees
Catch a breath of country air
And run your pretty fingers thro' my hair
Tomorrow, when we both abandon sorrow
Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow
Thro' the week we beg and steal and borrow
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow
Honey, pray for sunny skies
So I can speak to rainbows in your eyes
Let's just hope the weather man is feeling fine and doesn't spoil our plan
Tomorrow, when we both abandon sorrow
Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow
Holding hands we both abandon sorrow
Oh, baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Oh don't let, let me down
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow
Writer: Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dear Friend
Dear friend, what's the time?
Is this really the borderline?
Does it really mean so much to you?
Are you afraid, or is it true?
Dear friend, throw the wine,
I'm in love with a friend of mine.
Really truly, young and newly wed.
Are you a fool, or is it true?
Are you afraid, or is it true?
Is this really the borderline?
Does it really mean so much to you?
Are you afraid, or is it true?
Dear friend, throw the wine,
I'm in love with a friend of mine.
Really truly, young and newly wed.
Are you a fool, or is it true?
Are you afraid, or is it true?
Writer: LINDA MCCARTNEY, PAUL MCCARTNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Great Britian You Are Tremendous
And Nobody Knows Like Me
But Really What Are You Doin'
In The Land Across The Sea
Tell Me How Would You Like It
If On Your Way To Work
You Were Stopped By Irish Soliders
Would You Lie Down Do Nothing
Would You Give In, or Go Berserk
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Great Britian And All The People
Say That All People Must Be Free
Meanwhile Back In Ireland
There's A Man Who Looks Like Me
And He Dreams Of God And Country
And He's Feeling Really Bad
And He's Sitting In A Prison
Should He Lie Down Do Nothing
Should Give In Or Go Mad
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Great Britian You Are Tremendous
And Nobody Knows Like Me
But Really What Are You Doin'
In The Land Across The Sea
Tell Me How Would You Like It
If On Your Way To Work
You Were Stopped By Irish Soliders
Would You Lie Down Do Nothing
Would You Give In, or Go Berserk
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Great Britian And All The People
Say That All People Must Be Free
Meanwhile Back In Ireland
There's A Man Who Looks Like Me
And He Dreams Of God And Country
And He's Feeling Really Bad
And He's Sitting In A Prison
Should He Lie Down Do Nothing
Should Give In Or Go Mad
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Writer: LINDA MCCARTNEY, PAUL MCCARTNEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Mary Had A Little Lamb
Mary had a little lamb,
his fleece was white as snow,
Ev'rywhere that Mary went,
that lamb was sur to go.
And you could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
He followed her to school one day,
it was against the rules,
Made the children laugh and play to
see a lamb at school.
You could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Soon the teacher turned it out,
still it lingered near,
Waited patiently about till
Mary did appear.
You could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
"But the lamb loved Mary so",
the eager children cry,
"And Mary loves the lamb, you know",
the teacher did reply.
And you could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
(Ev'ry body singing)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
his fleece was white as snow,
Ev'rywhere that Mary went,
that lamb was sur to go.
And you could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
He followed her to school one day,
it was against the rules,
Made the children laugh and play to
see a lamb at school.
You could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Soon the teacher turned it out,
still it lingered near,
Waited patiently about till
Mary did appear.
You could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
"But the lamb loved Mary so",
the eager children cry,
"And Mary loves the lamb, you know",
the teacher did reply.
And you could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
(Ev'ry body singing)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Little Woman Love
I got a little woman I can really love,
My woman fit me like a little glove.
You know I'll always love
my little woman love.
I take her home most ev'ry night,
My woman love to hold me tight.
You know I feel alright
my little woman mine.
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I take her home most ev'ry night,
My woman love to hold me tight.
You know I feel alright,
my little woman mine.
My woman fit me like a little glove.
You know I'll always love
my little woman love.
I take her home most ev'ry night,
My woman love to hold me tight.
You know I feel alright
my little woman mine.
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I take her home most ev'ry night,
My woman love to hold me tight.
You know I feel alright,
my little woman mine.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Mamas Little Girl
Looking like a rag doll
Mama's little girl
Singing like a skylark
Mama's little girl
Better give me some time for this heart of mine
Cause I just can't take it all in
Still I will remember
Mama's little girl
Ohhhh Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl, little girl
Looking like a rosebud
Mama's little girl
Pickin' up a mountain
Mama's little girl
Better give me some time for this heart of mine
Cause I just can't take it all in
Still we will remember
Mama's little girl
Ohhhh Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl
Looking like a rag doll
Singing like a skylark
Growing like a rosebud
Pickin' up a mountain
Mama's little girl
Mama's little girl
Better give me some time for this heart of mine
Cause I just can't take it all in
Still I will remember
Mama's little girl
Still we will remember
Mama's little girl
Still we will remember
Mama's little girl
Ohhhh Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl
Mama's little girl
Singing like a skylark
Mama's little girl
Better give me some time for this heart of mine
Cause I just can't take it all in
Still I will remember
Mama's little girl
Ohhhh Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl, little girl
Looking like a rosebud
Mama's little girl
Pickin' up a mountain
Mama's little girl
Better give me some time for this heart of mine
Cause I just can't take it all in
Still we will remember
Mama's little girl
Ohhhh Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl
Looking like a rag doll
Singing like a skylark
Growing like a rosebud
Pickin' up a mountain
Mama's little girl
Mama's little girl
Better give me some time for this heart of mine
Cause I just can't take it all in
Still I will remember
Mama's little girl
Still we will remember
Mama's little girl
Still we will remember
Mama's little girl
Ohhhh Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Wild Life is the debut studio album by the British-American rock band Wings and the third studio album by Paul McCartney after the breakup of the Beatles. The album was mainly recorded in seven sessions between 24 July and 4 September 1971 (additional overdubs were added during sessions in October 1971), at EMI Studios (now Abbey Road Studios) by McCartney, his wife Linda, session drummer Denny Seiwell, whom they had worked with on the McCartneys' previous album Ram, and guitarist Denny Laine, formerly of the English rock band the Moody Blues.
It was released by Apple Records on 7 December in the UK and US, to lukewarm critical and commercial reaction.
Performed By:
WingsIt was released by Apple Records on 7 December in the UK and US, to lukewarm critical and commercial reaction.
Genre(s): Rock, Classic Rock
Released: December 3rd, 1971
Year: 1971