Charles Grodin

My, What a Happy Day
written by Ray Noble

My, what a happy day.
What a sunny sky, kind of makes you cry in a happy way.
What a very merry day.
All the world is gay when your cares are light and your heart takes flight and you're swept away.

The air is sweet with clover.
The clouds are turning over.
Oh, yes, they're turning over just to show their silver lining.

My, what a happy day.
Never knew such bliss, never read of this in a book or play.
What a lovely day.
What a great big georgeous sumptious thumping bumptious humgallumptious simply scrumptious...
My, what a happy day.

CG Tonight
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

I like how my guitar sounds tonight.
I think it sounds all right.
Do you think it sounds all right?

I like how my voice sounds tonight.
Do you think it sounds all right?
Do you think my voice sounds all right?

And I like my mixing tonight.
I like my mixing tonight.
Do you like my mixing, my mixing tonight?
Do you like my mixing tonight?

Or how about my production tonight?
My production tonight?
What do you think of my production tonight?
Do you think that it's all right?

Cause I, I really like all that stuff I listed here tonight.
I said I'm just singing Charles Grodin tonight.

Some people don't like me making an album a month,
But that's all right. I like making an album a month. I like it all right.
Some say I should hone my skills and take some time.
They think that I should take some time, but I don't think that they are right.

Cause I'm making a song up and that's how I like it.
That's how I like it, making this song tonight.
It saves me so much more time than writing it down,
And I really don't like to write it down when I can just make it up tonight.

Charles Grodin!

Singin' it tonight.

Blow Me Down
written by Harry Nilsson

In the morning air, there's just so much to bear. Blow me down.
It's the wind and air trying its double dare to blow me down.

It's no bother, but I'd rather not. That's easy to see.
Wherever I go, I am what I am. That does it for me.

It's a lovely day. It's a perfect day. Blow me down.
It's a lovely place. Think I'd like to stay, but blow me down. Blow me down.

It's nice and friendly here. I think I'll spend a year
Or two, maybe three.
I am what I am wherever I go. I come from the sea.
(Believe it or not.)

In the evening air, lots of people there trying to blow me down.
But unlike the clothes I wear, I haven't got a care, so blow me down. Blow me down.

Ralphie
written by Rusty Spell

TNT 24-hour marathon of A Christmas Story...
Ralphie broke his glasses with a BB gun.

Hanky Panky
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Well, I'm a hanky panky all over town.
Hanky panky till my pants fall down. Hanky panky.
Well, my pants fall down, someone give me a spanky.
Oooh, my hanky panky.

Hanky panky. Spanky spanky.
Not The Little Rascals kind of spanky, but a spanky with your hand on my boodie, honey.
Boodie, honey, shake my boodie all around. Big and round, that is.

My big white boodie. Give it a smack with your lips.
Boodie... next to the hips.
My boodie, hanky panky with a big ol' spanky.
My spanky with a boodie and hanky panky.

Hanky, not a hanky that you get out of your pocket...

My Favorite Dream
written by Ray Noble

In my favorite dream, everyone is so delightful.
No one's mean or spiteful in my favorite dream.
Yes, and in my favorite dream, there my heart can go romancing,
Dancing to a heavenly thing.

But there's something else I look forward to.
It's a secret, but here's a clue.
She's my favorite you-know-who.
You're the hero of my most favorite dream.

Hi-Pass Blues
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Oh, I got the hi vocal pass blues... got the hi-pass blues...
I hope you hear me all right, I got the hi-ass blues.
Oh, I'm so sad tonight, I got the hi-pass blues.

Artificial Light
written by Rainer Maria and adlibbed by Rusty Spell

No one defies artificial light. (I'm waiting on you to decide.)

There was a girl who came to me with the sun in her eyes.
I turned to her and saw no sun in the sky.
She had taken it from the sky, and told me,
"You can't take it away from me." But...

Copper's Delight (Jimmy Got the Guts)
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Hey, Jimmy, you got the guts?
What you talkin'?
I said you got the guts?
Come on, punk. Yeah, come on.
Hey everybody, come over here to see if Jimmy gots the guts.
I got the guts.
Hey, Jimmy, I heard you got the guts. What's a matter? You got the guts.
I got the guts.
Oooh, ladies in the house, did you know Jimmy got the guts, ladies?
Hey, Jimmy, come on, man, let's go. You're too good for all this, Jimmy. Let's get out of here while it's too late.
I got the guts.

He Needs Me
written by Harry Nilsson

And all at once I knew, I knew at once, I knew he needed me.
Until the day I day, I won't know why I knew he needed me.
It could be fantasy, or maybe it's because

He needs me...

It's like a dime-a-dance, I'll take a chance, I will because he needs me.
No one ever has before, before because they never needed me.
(But I do.) But he does.
Maybe it's because he's so alone. Maybe it's because he's never had a home.

For once, for once in life, I finally felt that someone needed me.
And if it turns out real, our love can turn the wheel, because...

The Ballad of Presto
adlibbed by Rusty Spell

Oh, Presto the Magician was a magic young lad.
He had a magic box, cause he had a magic dad.
Name was Presto the Magician. He was a magic man.
He had a rabbit in his hat, and a silicon plant.
Presto the Magician and his son, Presto the Magician, the most magic in the land.

Oh, Presto the Magician went to the street one day.
He told his son Presto to come out and play, which he did.
Presto the Magician, he came out to play,
But all the kids that day said, "Presto, we're gonna run away,
Cause, Presto, you're always turning us into a toad or maybe you're turning us into something else,
And we don't like it no matter what you do, oh Presto."

Presto the Magician said, "Don't worry, son. We'll get them later. We'll have them on the run."
Presto Jr. said, "Don't do that, Dad. I don't want to do anything to make them more mad at me.
I can't help it that I'm a magician," said Presto the young lad.
And then the old man said, "Hey, we got twenty generations of this stuff, buddy.
You don't fight magic like that. You don't fight it, Presto."

Presto the Magician was a magic man.
He had a magic wand and a magic hand.
Oh, Presto the Magician had a magic dad.
They had a magic mom, cause she married that man.
But she wasn't magic at all when they first met,
But he won her in a bet.

Oh, Presto the Magician was a magic man.
He had a magic forest in a magic land.
Oh, Presto the Magican made me write this song.
He said, "Just play it loud, and just play it long."
And I said, "Oh, Presto the Magician, you know I can't sing or play.
I play this same chord progression every single day,
But that's about it, Presto the Magican.
You gonna let me stop now?"
Presto the Magician said, "Sure. I guess I won't turn you into a cow."

Presto the Magician.

Pure Imagination
written by Bricusse and Newley

Come with me, and you'll be in a world of pure imagination.
Take a look and you'll see into your imagination.
We'll begin with a spin travelling in the world of my creation.
What we'll see will defy explanation.

If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.
Anything you want to do, do it.
Want to change the world, there's nothing to it.

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination.
Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.