World Weary I'm world weary, world weary, living in a great big town I find it so dreary so dreary Everything looks grey or brown I want an ocean blue Great big trees Bird's eye view of the Pyrenees I want to watch the moon rise up See the great red sun go down Watching clouds go by through a windy sky fascinates me But if I do it in the street every cop I meet simply hates me Because I'm world weary, world weary Tired of all these jumping jacks I want to get right back to nature and relax Green Carnation “Pretty boys, witty boys, Too too too Lazy to fight stagnation Haughty boys, naughty boys, All we do Is to pursue sensation The portals of society are always opened wide The world our eccentricity condones a note of quaint variety were certain to provide We dress in very decorative tones Faded boys, jaded boys Womankind's Gift to a bulldog nation In order to distinguish us from less enlightened minds We all wear a green carnation. Zigeuner Once upon a time, Many years ago, Lived a fair princess, Hating to confess Loneliness was torturing her so. Then a gipsy came, Called to her by name, Woo'd her with a song Sensuous and strong, All the summer long; Her pa**ion seemed to tremble like a living flame. Play to me beneath a Summer moon, Zigeuner!—Zigeuner!—Zigeuner! All I ask of life is just to listen To the songs that you sing, My spirit like a bird on the wing, Your melodies adoring—soaring! Call to me with some barbaric tune, Zigeuner!—Zigeuner!—Zigeuner! Now you hold me in your power, Play to me for just an hour Zigeuner! The Call of Life There is a call That echos sweetly when it is Spring and love is in the air What e'er befall Respond to it completely Though it may bring you sadness and despair Leave far behind you The chains that bind you That love may find you In joy or strife Though fate may cheat you And defeat you Your youth must answer to the call of life