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You know I'd never lie to ya, baby don't get me wrong And though I wasn't true to ya, baby don't get me wrong Cuz satisfyin' you is the thing that gets me off I do a lot of thinkin', some I shouldn't think about Just a little somethin', you know I can't live without Gotta fever that's burnin', you just can't slow me down Don't piss me off, don't cool me down I've been lied to, from town to town You got somethin' that just blows my top Hey now baby well you drivin' me crazy When it comes to your love now I ain't a bit lazy Baby don't you worry, you ain't gotta play no fool Just a little lovin' is all I need from you Never met nobody 'makes me feel the way you do Don't piss me off, don't cool me down I've been lied to, from town to town You got somethin' that just blows my top Hey now baby well you drivin' me crazy When it comes to your love now I ain't a bit lazy Talkin' dirty, dressin' clean, dancin' nasty by the record machine Do the walk, love to ball, just one look I believe that's all Little girl loves to boogie woogie, looks so fine like some sweet suger Destination is on the floor, give it up just a little bit more Hey baby can I be excused, I can't take no more Don't piss me off, don't cool me down I've been lied to, from town to town You got somethin' that just blows my top Hey now baby well you drivin' me crazy When it comes to your love now I ain't a bit lazy Don't piss me off, don't cool me down I've been lied to, from town to town I can't take no more You're not that kind of girl I can't take no more-acap |
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| 3:50 |
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Are you ready for the new sensation? Well, here's the shot heard 'round the world. All you backroom boys salute when her flag unfurls. Well, guess who's back in circulation? Now, I don't know what you may have heard but what I need right now's the original goodtime girl. She's a vision from coast to coast, sea to shining sea. Hey, sister, you're perfect host. Show me your bright lights and your city lights, all right. I'm talkin' 'bout the Yankee Rose. Bright lights in your city lights, all right. I'm talkin' 'bout it. When she walks, watch, the sparks will fly, firecrackin' on the fourth of July. No sad songs tonight, something's in the air. She's a real state of independents. So pretty when her rockets glare, still provin' any night that her flag is still there. She's a vision from coast to coast, sea to shining sea. Hey, sister, you're perfect host. Show me your bright lights and your city lights, all right. I'm talkin' 'bout the Yankee Rose. Bright lights in your city lights, all right. I'm in love with the Yankee Rose. Ah, she's beautiful, alright, mm, nothin' like her in the whole world. Yeah, she's right on time, I'm on the case. Pick up the phone, no time to waste. She got the beat and here's a little bit comin' your way. Bright lights, city lights... |
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| 3. |
| 4:42 |
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Empty pockets never stopped
Me from singing a blue streak, no And I don't think the devil's Ever gonna give me back I don't think so! 'Cause stayin' 'round here takes patience It's like a full time occupation I've become a diplomaniac Yes I did, baby Hey mean old gal You know the cross-town bus just rolled Yeah I'm the same old number But we still got time to go Oh I say mama living ain't a luxury Oh I say mama and a lil' ain't enough for me No it ain't, no it ain't baby! Yeah I'm believing that you needin' yo relaxation but honey tell me can you tell that story twice? I don't think so mama! 'Cause there's a function at the junction, I think ya better get it all ready girl See I was born without a silver spoon But I'm gonna make a stir Yes I am! Was vaccinated with a phonograph needle One summer break; and then I kissed her On her daddy's boat and shot across the lake And was singin' it Oh I say mama living ain't a luxury Oh I say mama and a lil' ain't enough for me No it ain't baby, no it ain't! Mmmm, said a little ain't enough, baby! Baby, PLEASE!! Little ain't enough, aw yeah, Wow! Was vaccinated with a phonograph needle One summer break Same summer that I kissed her On her daddy's boat and shot across the lake Yeah! Oh I say mama living ain't a luxury Oh I say mama and a lil' ain't enough for me Oh I say mama living ain't a luxury Oh I say mama and a lil' ain't enough for me ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROTH, DAVID LEE / NEVIL, ROBBIE <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 4:04 |
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Rockin' steady in her daddy's car She got the stereo With the big guitars And that's all right (all right) I got the itch And a restless soul She gone with the wind Gonna go for broke tonight And that's all night Girl, we've been meant for this Since we were born No problems now (the coast is clear) It's just the calm before the storm Chorus: This must be just like livin' in paradise And I don't want to go home Suzy, Suzy, Girl, for cryin' out loud You got all the right moves You make me eat my heart out Nightly And that's all right with me! No special favors Make it out to cash We'll spend it later Got to make this romance last That's it, that's it Some folks say "easy come is easy go" (And some folks say) But one night ain't enough for me Girl, hang on tight and don't let go Chorus several times |
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| 4:16 |
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My train your station Full speed across the nation You'll be brownin' your Bermudas When I blow this tomb with a view, yeah, all right Third rail can't stand it Santa Fe to the mid-Atlantic I got a steel-wheeled radial Prophylactic for you... And I ain't afraid to use it now! It takes up all your time Being leader of the pack Just when you get That rat race licked Well here come faster rats! Big train are you an engineer? Big train or a passanger, Big train Whatever gets you to the top of the hill You're on a Big train strapped to the front of a Big train double stack thunder Big train and you're runnin' just in front of the wheels I've known fast livin' and I know wine, women and songs become a long locomotive for me That train be rollin' not me, I'm going before wine and women turn into beer, the old lady and TV All you ever wanted was to tap dance, run away Sometimes you win sometimes you lose Sometimes it rains right on your... Big train time gets movin' Big train when ya' don't know what you're doin' Big train and you're wonderin' if you ever will Big train aw honey are with me Big train or is the rain doin sixty Big train maybe you're standing still Big train gets movin' Big train Don't know what you're doin' Big train and you're wonderin' if you ever will Big train honey are with me Big train or is the train doin sixty, baby Maybe you're standing still Always another train pulling into that station: and I'll be smilin' again Can't help it that's the kind of guy I am Awe reap! |
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| 3:58 |
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Well, Mousy Joe got the master plan. He got a hat full of sugar; folks said, "You a lucky man." One night he just disappeared and all we found was his hat in a clearing down by the Seven Eleven. Folks cried, someone had died. But I know Joe didn't go to heaven, no. He went looking for trouble, it was in his eyes. She was a dime a dozen and they were two of a kind. Cherry Blue and Mighty Mouse kinda quiet dude and sure was 'sposed to be back at the house with the kids and the dog. "And tonight we're rocketeers", said Mouse. "And I know a little joint upstairs in the back where we can sweat it all out and laugh." And without a doubt they were out looking for trouble, the real kind. She was a dime a dozen and they were two of a kind. How many times have you said to yourself, "Hey, I feel like a yo-yo, I've been here too long." I bet if you asked them our heroes would say, "Hey, we're already gone." I know, somehow I know. How many times have you said to yourself, "Hey, I feel like a yo-yo, I've been here too long." I bet if you asked them our heroes would say, "Hey, we're already gone." I know. And off they drove, late night still life, paper moon shinin' brilliantly. I'm sure he thinks that's cool 'cause any moon or mouse says he's a friend of hers and this one will do just fine. So what do you say we go lookin'? |
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| 7. |
| 3:47 |
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Lights, camera, action There's a star upon your door Have your machine call my machine We'll do lunch on the cutting floor We're over budget 98 percent not there And when the back door hits you Where the good Lord split you Tell us honey, who does your hair? How does he do it? Why's he do it? Yes, it's true The flavor of the month is you And it's practice, practice, practice Just to get to Carnegie We'll need 10 percent, and that's off the top Gross, not net to me Get it on, Honey 'cause It's Showtime! Just play the song, Baby 'cause It's Showtime! Produce me daddy, Takin' 8 to the bar Big, bigger, biggest With the right lighting you'll go far Here today, gone late today And it's club dates in the sticks And you're beautiful babe, don't never shave No prob, we'll fix it in the mix Just leave your name and number in the dumpster when you're through, Oh yeah Don't call us, we'll call you Oscar, Grammy, triple whammy Cut, and that's the take Quit complainin', where's my agent? Don't you know how much I make? Get it on, Baby 'cause It's Showtime! Just play the song, Baby 'cause It's Showtime! Leave your name and number in the dumpster when you're thru, Oh yeah Don't call us, we'll call you And it's play it like they paid ya And your photo goes on the car wash wall But somehow it's all worth it When you hear that curtain call It's Showtime! Oh, Baby 'cause It's Showtime! Oh yeah, just play the song, Baby 'cause It's Showtime! Oh yeah, let's ge |
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| 3:20 |
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I see ya shake and shimmy Cross the burger shop floor I never seen a woman move so slow I'm dyin' French-fryin' By the seat of my pants Take a bite of double fries Swear to god it make ya Late for the dance Here's one for hte road One shot for the real go-getter Silly rabbit, you know just what it takes A hot dog and a shake That's what you're hungry for A hot dog and a shake My stomch's makin' noise We're having dinner late Cuz I gotta be kept In a cool dry place Just like any bowl of cherries When the cream is risin' to the top. You find your real bottom line is when your Spine snap crackie and pops, pal Give me one to go He buddy, take a number She can't say no To what it takes A hot dog nad a shake That's what you're hungry for A hot dog and a shake. I'm more that just a victim Of a hungry heart Kiss me quick I'm double- parked A hot dog and a shake That's what you're hungry for A hot dog and a shake |
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| 3:40 |
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I can hear the sound Of the North Star calling Put your high beams on Stay on my wing I'm falling And spinning and turning This is ultra-glide The beginnings of great things Cannot be seen By your naked eye Can you see me kow crack the skies like lightnin' Mama's little sonic boom Is simply frighteninig I'm a skyscraper Float like a buttuerfly Acrobatic Sting like a B-52 Dramatic And the radar locks on you No static Can I reach it now I'm not up here often God only knows And he ain!t talkin' I'm a skyscraper. |
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| 3:24 |
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On the stage I'm in a rage But you I never fool Well I can rock with anyone But never alone with you Somethin' starts a barkin' Now deep inside of me I need a classy woman To knock me off my feet (chorus) Shyboy, shyboy, shyboy, shyboy Shyboy, shyboy, give it one more time boy Shyboy, shyboy, shyboy, shyboy Shyboy, shyboy, give it one more time boy Oh, you make me nervous More than I had planned Would you wanna know me If I wasn't in the band Crazy feeelings Deep inside of me I need a wild woman To knock me off my feet (chorus) Gotta keep things moving Till my personality starts improving (chorus) Gotta keep things moving Till my personality starts improving (chorus) |
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| 3:54 |
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[Verse1] It's gettin' late I don't know `Bout 3 a.m. And I'm drivin' in my '57 dream It's gettin' late Don't know just where I've been And I'm comin' to you from All points in between [Bridge] A little lovin' On my mind A little lovin' [Chorus] She's my machine [Verse2] She gets along Let alone She's premium And I love to feel her Each and every night Damn straight She's wild In overdrive Feels like something's getting right [Bridge] [Chorus] [Verse3] It's gettin' late I don't know `Bout 3 a.m. And I'm drivin' in my '57 dream She's red She's wild In overdrive And I'm coming to from all points in between [Bridge] [Chorus] Look out Kick it [Outro] Machine Machine She's my machine Machine... |
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| 4:41 |
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She looks like Monroe It's a good impersonation From start to finish It's her better side Head over heels Yes, he feels a strange sensation Excedrin Headache |
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| 2:28 |
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I was born in a trunk. Mama died and my daddy got drunk. Left me here to die alone in the middle of Tobacco Road. Growin' up rusty shack, all I had was hangin' on my back. Only you know how I loathe this place called Tobacco Road. But it's home, the only life I ever known. Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road. Gonna leave, get a job with the help and the grace from above. Save some money, get rich and old, bring it back to Tobacco Road. But it's home, the only life I ever known. Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road. Bring that dynamite and a crane, blow it up, start all over again. Build a town, be proud to show. Gives the name Tobacco Road. |
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| 3:48 |
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Saturday night At the corner cafe I had me some drinks And I'm feeling my way The moon's on the rise And it looks like A night for romance Shuffling down Pass the local hotel Doing the rounds And I'm under a spell Must be the place Yes I knew When she asked me to dance I'm on easy, easy street I'm on easy, easy street Seeing as how I'm a regular guy Watching the girls Of the evening go by I got me a chance And I'm making it Making it last I'm on easy, easy street I'm on easy, easy street So if you're feeling like You're just some lonely man When ever you're down In need of gentle care There's always easy street You know you gotta pay But just remember boy It's only a one night stand That's right I'll probably Make it anyway Down that easy street She got nasty Say baby What you doing tonight? |
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| 2:52 |
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Well, East coast girls are hip,
I real-ly dig those styles they wear; And the South-ern girls with the way they talk, They knock me out when I'm down there, The mid-west farm-ers daugh-ters Real-ly make you feel al-right, And the north=ern girls with the way they kiss They keep their boy-friends warm at night. Girls br>[I wish they all could be Cal-i-forn-nia,] Girls [I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia,] I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia Girls The West coast has the sun-shine, And the girls all get so tanned; I dig a French bi-ki-ni on Ha-wai-ian is-lands, Dolls by a palm tree in the sand, I been all a-round this great big world, And I've seen all kinds of girls, But I could-n't wait to get back in the states, Back to the cut-est girls in the world. |
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| 4:41 |
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I'm just a gigolo
And everywhere I go people know the part I'm playing Paid for every dance Selling each romance Oh what their saying There will come a day And youth will pass away What what will they say about me When the end comes I know They'll say just a gigolo Life goes on without me I'm just a gigolo Everywhere I go people know the part I'm playing Paid for every dance Starting each romance Oh what their saying And there will come a day And youth will pass away What will they say about me When the end comes I know They'll say just a gigolo Life goes on without me Cause I ain't got nobody nobody cares for me nobody nobody cares for me I'm so sad and lonely Sad and lonely sad and lonely Won't some sweet mamma Come and take a chance with me Cause I ain't so bad And I'll sing out sweet love songs All of the time even only be only only only be I aint got nobody nobody cares for me nobody nobody I ain't got nobody nobody Nobody cares for me nobody nobody I'm so sad and lonely sad lonely sad lonely Won't some sweet mama Come and rescue me Cause I ain't so bad And I'll sing out sweet love songs All of the time She will only be only only wanna be Baby get a long so darling mama reguler secret there's nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody now won't now won't know could moon daring daring theres is theres is it's got she's on of there Nobody not no on Nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody Nobody cares for me |
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| 5:08 |
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I got a fast car, go cruisin' down the highway A corvette stingray, I do it my way Got a good job, makin' lots of money I look good and I'm funny, so why'm I lonesome honey The gypsy said the problem with you You need some sensible shoes Look at this black book, it's loaded with phone numbers Potential lovers, new worlds to discover You would think I really have it made now New rayban shades but I'm a heartache on parade now I walk around with the blues I need some sensible shoes Sensible shoes, ones that will lead me back to you Sensible shoes, cuz you're the only lover who was ever true I need some sensible shoes All my friends now, they look up to me They wish they could be a lot more like me But they don't know and they can't see How I'm hurtin', how I'm empty Lost my soul when I walked out on you I need some sensible shoes Sensible shoes, ones that will lead me back to you Sensible shoes, cuz you're the only lover who was ever true I need some sensible shoes I got a fast car, go cruisin' down the highway A corvette stingray, I do it my way Got a good job, makin' lots of money I look good and I'm funny, so why'm I lonesome honey The gypsy said the problem with you Ah, you know Sensible shoes, ones that will lead me back to you Sensible shoes, cuz you're the only lover who was ever true Sensible shoes, ones that will lead me back to you Sensible shoes, cuz you're the only lover that was ever true I need some sensible shoes |
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| 3:08 |
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Well, here I'm rollin' down another sunny highway, been in the sun too long. I'm goin' coconuts but least I'm goin' my way, I'll prob'bly be here when that sun goes down. I wanna live it up, wanna quit my job, tell the boss to go to hell. I ain't complainin', you do the best with what you got. I know you're laughin' 'cause it's easy to tell I'm goin' crazy, goin' crazy, oo, from the heat. Remember dancing on the pier last night? Got drunk and fell into the water. The big policeman wasn't laughing, didn't blink an eye, he said, "You're messin' with the mayor's daughter." Don't tell me, "Give it up", too busy getting down, I learned my lessons well. You get it goin' and you don't never stop. I know you're laughin' 'cause it's easy to tell I'm goin' crazy, goin' crazy, oo, from the heat. Goin' crazy, goin' crazy, oo, from the heat. Goin' crazy, goin' crazy, oo, from the heat. Goin' crazy, goin' crazy, oo, from the heat. |
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| 4:00 |
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Talk about the high cost of lovin' I think I hear freedom drummin' It seems Give me your heart And I'll give you the stars "Yeah right", she says "Maybe in your dreams" (pre-chorus) Heat wave blast, kids are screamin' Pavement's hot (and the) sidewalk's steamin' Only me, happens every time Thinkin' 'bout you and me Hello - Goodbye (chorus) You can jazz it up or play it slow It's still the only song I know It's 2 a.m. and traffic's slow Another ladies's nite in Buffalo I was listenin' to the DJ sayin' "Put the stone behind", he said Then the words can blow better, better I don't mind some stormy wheather Tonight, no I can feel it, the (pre-chorus) Put the top down, hit the road I sing the only song we know It's 2 a.m. the traffic's slow It looks like ladie's nite in Buffalo Oh, baby (spoken) I got kinda sense of deja vu I could swear I've seen you somewhere before You don't think you've ever seen me somewhere before, do you, huh? So it must have been two other people I know, baby, I say, I didn't wanna half drag you It's too far to drive back, baby I don't wanna drive alone tonight (chorus) Well it ain't much all right I know But it's the only song I know 2 a.m. and the traffic's slow Another ladie's nite in Buffalo |
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Here's a word about my ex-girlfriend Towards the end conflict off and on And I told her one night, "Honey every time we fight I'll write a verse to this song" Well, things got bad and things got worse Still I struggled on So sit back and get all comfortable `Cause this little tunes six fuckin' hours long And every journey's got destinations Which the traveler can't expect So how's that I'm always winding up Down here at land's edge? Now if love is blind why did her stockings Always look so cool? Now I know I was paying attention But somehow I got fooled Well I gave her seven children And a twelve room uptown shack And when it all was over Took a dozen lawyers To get half back But I already got me a new gal to ruin my life And she might just yet, So I'm helping her find an apartment Down here at land's edge Now take the traveler and the tourist The essential difference is The traveler don't know where he's goin' And the tourist don't know where he is Small world till they lose your luggage, tho' Take the stripper who lives next door You'd swear this kid was 21 goin' on 44 But luckily that ain't how she sees it Got a new tattoo that says: "when I die, send the body to heaven, Lost the rest at land's edge" |
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