More Money For You And Me - The Four Preps

First we have The Fleetwoods

A very successful group

Let’s send them to Alaska

To entertain our troops

When they start in a-singin'

And putting on their show

The temperature around them will be 45 below

Wo-wo-wo-wo

I’m Mr. Blue

When I say I’m freezing

Just turn around, head for the warmth of town

I’m freezing through and through

Call me Mr. Blue

Next the Hollywood Argyles

A mighty nice group of kids

We’d like to send them packing

On a downhill pair of skids

There’s a group that we know of

That’s a-awful hip

Alley Oop-Oop, Oop, Oop-oop

We kinda like to send them on a little trip

Alley Oop-Oop, Oop, Oop-oop

A-Where they oughta go, we cannot tell

Alley Oop-Oop, Oop, Oop-oop

But it’s awful hot, and it rhymes with swell

California?

And while they’re down there working

They won’t be all alone

They’ll run into another group that’s even hot back home

They asked me how I knew

Our career was through

Oh-oh

I of course replied

Something here inside

Cannot be denied

Do do do, do do do, do do do wah

Smoke gets in your

Eyes

Next we have the Four Freshmen

Of course they’ve been Four Freshmen

For almost twenty years

It isn’t that they’re stupid

Well a little, maybe so

They can’t afford to graduate

They’re making too much dough

In this whole wide world

Is there nowhere to send them

Is there no one place

We can tell them to go

Yeah!

Sailing Sailing, over the water blue

Hail the Kingston Trio

Cuba’s calling you-ou-ou-ou!

It takes a worried man

To sing a worried song

It takes a worried man

To sing a worried song

It takes a worried man

To sing a worried song

I’m worried now

But I won’t be worried long

We got the Kingston Trio

Some work on Cuba’s shores

They hung around Havana

To do a few encores

Castro said I like 'em

Let’s hang 'em up some more

Now he has all three

Hanging permanently

Hang down the Kingston Trio

Hang 'em from a tall oak tree

Eliminate the Kingston Trio

More money for you and me

Dion and the Belmonts

Are driving us to tears

Let’s send them up the river

For about a hundred years

While the kids are watching Dion singing about the stars

The Belmonts are out in the parking lot stealing hubcaps off

Of cars

Each time I steal a hubcap

It almost breaks my heart

Why do I steal a hubcap

Why do I have to start

Each night I ask the stars without fail

Why must I be a teenager in jail?

Where these groups all come from

We really do not know

But if they ever ask us

We will tell them where to go!