Songs that mention a famous person

low-key

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Joined
Apr 8, 2011
Neil Young Lyrics


"Ohio"


Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,

We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,

We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
 

disneychrista

DIS Veteran
Joined
Dec 26, 2002
We Didn't Start the Fire - Billy Joel


Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio

Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe

Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye"

Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc

Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock Around the Clock"

Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland

Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev
Princess Grace, "Peyton Place", trouble in the Suez

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai"

Lebanon, Charlse de Gaulle, California baseball
Starkweather, homicide, children of thalidomide

Buddy Holly, "Ben Hur", space monkey, Mafia
Hula hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go

U2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, "Psycho", Belgians in the Congo

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion

"Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson

Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British politician sex
JFK, blown away, what else do I have to say

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan

"Wheel of Fortune", Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide
Foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
Rock and roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
But when we are gone
Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
 

CT Yankee

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Joined
Jan 26, 2013
Mrs. Robinson - Simon and Garfunkle

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hide it in the hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret just the Robinson's affair
Most of all you've got to hide it from the kids
Koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates' debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Every way you look at this you lose
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Woo, woo, woo
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
Jolting Joe has left and gone away
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
 
  • Disney1fan2002

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    Joined
    Jun 21, 2002
    Springsteen

    To this day when I hear that song
    I see you standin' there all night long
    Discount shades, store bought tan
    Flip flops and cut-off jeans

    Somewhere between that setting sun
    I'm on fire and born to run
    You looked at me and I was done
    And we're, we're just getting started

    I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me
    I was so alive, never been more free
    Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang, oh

    Stayed there 'til they forced us out
    And took the long way to your house
    I can still hear the sound of you sayin' don't go

    When I think about you, I think about seventeen
    I think about my old jeep
    I think about the stars in the sky
    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night, Springsteen

    I bumped into you by happenstance
    You probably wouldn't even know who I am
    But if I whispered your name
    I bet there'd still be a spark

    Back when I was gasoline
    And this old tattoo had brand new ink
    And we didn't care what your mom would think
    About your name on my arm

    Baby is it spring or is it summer
    The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer
    You hear sometimes late at night
    On your radio

    Even though you're a million miles away
    When you hear 'Born in the USA'
    You relive those glory days
    So long ago

    When you think about me, do you think about seventeen
    Do you think about my old jeep
    Think about the stars in the sky
    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
    Springsteen, Springsteen

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh

    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
    Springsteen
    Springsteen
    Whoa Springsteen

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
     
  • low-key

    DIS Veteran
    Joined
    Apr 8, 2011
    Young Americans
    David Bowie

    They pulled in just behind the bridge
    He lays her down, he frowns
    Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?
    He kissed her then and there
    She took his ring, took his babies
    It took him minutes, took her nowhere
    Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but
    All night
    She wants a young American
    Young American, young American, she wants the young American
    All night
    But she wants the young American
    Scanning life through the picture window
    She finds the slinky vagabond
    He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
    But Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
    But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
    Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
    Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
    She cries, "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"
    All night
    She wants the young American
    Young American, young American, she wants the young American
    All right
    Well she wants the young American
    All the way from Washington
    Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
    We live for just these twenty years
    Do we have to die for the fifty more?
    All night
    He wants the young American
    Young American, young American
    He wants the young American
    All right (all right)
    Well, he wants the young American
    Do you remember, your President Nixon? (ooh)
    Do you remember, the bills you have to pay?
    Or even yesterday?
    Have been the un-American? (ooh)
    Just you and your idol sing falsetto (ooh)
    'Bout Leather, leather everywhere, and
    Not a myth left from the ghetto
    Well, well, well, would you carry a razor (ooh)
    In case, just in case of depression? (ooh)
    Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
    Blushing at all the Afro-Sheeners
    Ain't that close to love?
    Well, ain't that poster love?
    Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
    Her hearts have been broken just like you and
    All night
    All night you want the young American
    Young American, young American, you want the young American
    All right
    You want the young American
    You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
    A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
    Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
    Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
    (I heard the news today, oh boy)
    I got a suite and you got defeat
    Ain't there a man who can say no more?
    And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
    And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
    Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
    Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
    Ain't there one damn song that can make me
    Break down and cry?
    All night
    I want the young American
    Young American, young American, I want the young American
    All right
    I want the young American, young American
    Young American, young American, I want the young American (I want what you want, I want what you want)
    All night
    You and I
    I want you, I
    Young American, young American, I want the young American
    All right
    And all I want is the young American
    Young American, young American, I want the young American
     

    Skywalker

    Elementary, My Dear Mickey
    Joined
    Apr 15, 2004
    Springsteen

    To this day when I hear that song
    I see you standin' there all night long
    Discount shades, store bought tan
    Flip flops and cut-off jeans

    Somewhere between that setting sun
    I'm on fire and born to run
    You looked at me and I was done
    And we're, we're just getting started

    I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me
    I was so alive, never been more free
    Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang, oh

    Stayed there 'til they forced us out
    And took the long way to your house
    I can still hear the sound of you sayin' don't go

    When I think about you, I think about seventeen
    I think about my old jeep
    I think about the stars in the sky
    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night, Springsteen

    I bumped into you by happenstance
    You probably wouldn't even know who I am
    But if I whispered your name
    I bet there'd still be a spark

    Back when I was gasoline
    And this old tattoo had brand new ink
    And we didn't care what your mom would think
    About your name on my arm

    Baby is it spring or is it summer
    The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer
    You hear sometimes late at night
    On your radio

    Even though you're a million miles away
    When you hear 'Born in the USA'
    You relive those glory days
    So long ago

    When you think about me, do you think about seventeen
    Do you think about my old jeep
    Think about the stars in the sky
    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
    Springsteen, Springsteen

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh

    Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
    Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
    Springsteen
    Springsteen
    Whoa Springsteen

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh

    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Whoa-oh-oh-oh
    Wow I don't even know this song, but I think I love it lol.
     



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