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I love you, Pumpkin. I love you, Honey Bunny. Everybody be cool this is a robbery! Any of you fuckin' pricks move and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you |
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| 1:45 |
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Okay so, tell me again about the hash bars. Okey what do you want to know? Well, hash is legal over there, right? Yeah,It's legal but it ain't hundred percent legal, I mean, you just can't walk into a restaurant, roll a joint and start puffin' away. They want you to smoke in your home or certain designated places. And those are the hash bars? Yeah, It breaks down like this, ok, it's legal to buy it, it's legal to own it, And if you're the proprietor of a hash bar, it's legal to sell it. It's legal to carry it, but...but that dosen't matter, 'cause, get a load of this; all right, If you get stopped by a cop in Amsterdam, it's illegal for them to search you. I mean that's a right the cops in Amsterdam don't have. Oh, man, I'm goin', that's all there is to it. I'm fuckin' goin'. I know, baby, you'd dig it the most.. But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is? What? It's the little differences. A lotta the same shit we got here, they got there, but there they're a little different. Example ? Alright, when you into a movie theatre in Amsterdam, you can buy beer. And I don't mean in a paper cup either. They give you a glass of beer And in Paris, you can buy beer at MacDonald's. And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris? They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese? No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is. What'd they call it? They call it Royale with Cheese. Royale with Cheese. What'd they call a Big Mac? Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac. Le big Mac ! Ahhaha, what do they call a Whopper? I dunno, I didn't go into a Burger King. But you know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup? What? Mayonnaise. Goddamn! I seen 'em do it man, they fuckin' drown 'em in it. Uuccch! |
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| 3. |
| 3:07 |
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Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down (6x) ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie (Get It On) Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie (Get It On) Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie (Get Down With The Boogie) Jungle Boogie (Come & Shake It Around) Jungle Boogie (Help & Get Down) Jungle Boogie (Boogie Baby) Jungle Boogie (The Boogie) Jungle Boogie (Uhhuhuhhhu) Jungle Boogie (Get Down) Jungle Boogie (Get Boogie) Jungle Boogie (Let Me Jump In) Jungle Boogie (Down With The Boogie) Get Down Get Down Get Down Get Down (10x) Uh, Yea Feel The Funk Ya'll Let Me Feel The Load Get Down With The Boogie I'm Gonna Knock With The Jungle Boogie Get Down Get Down With The Boogie Say Uhgh Get Down Say Uhgh Get Down Say Ugh Till You Feel It Ya'll Get Down Ya'll Get Down Get Funky Ya'll With The Get Down |
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| 4. |
| 3:17 |
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I, I'm so in love with you
Whatever you want to do Is all right with me 'Cause you make me feel so brand new And I want to spend my life with you Since, since we've been together Loving you forever Is what I need Let me be the one you come running to I'll never be untrue Let's, let's stay together Lovin' you whether, whether Times are good or bad, happy or sad Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad Why, why some people break up Then turn around and make up I just can't see You'd never do that to me (would you, baby) Staying around you is all I see (Here's what I want us to do) ( to ): Let's, we oughta stay together Loving you whether, whether Times are good or bad, happy or sad |
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| 2:29 | 
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| 6. |
| 2:15 |
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There's a place where lovers go To cry their troubles away And they call it Lonesome Town Where the broken heart stays You can buy a dream or two To last you all through the years And the only price you pay Is a heart full of tears Going down to Lonesome Town Where the broken hearts stay Going down to Lonesome Town To cry my troubles away In the town of broken dreams The streets are filled with regret Maybe down in Lonesome Town I can learn to forget Maybe down in Lonesome Town I can learn to forget |
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| 2:28 |
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Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along When they gathered around and started talkin' That's when Billy would take me walkin' Out through the back yard we'd go walkin' Then he'd look into my eyes Lord knows, to my surprise The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was Bein' good isn't always easy No matter how hard I try When he started sweet-talkin' to me He'd come'n tell me "Everything is all right" He'd kiss and tell me "Everything is all right" Can I get away again tonight? The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was (yes he was) How well I remember The look that was in his eyes Stealin' kisses from me on the sly Takin' time to make time Tellin' me that he's all mine Learnin' from each other's knowin' Lookin' to see how much we've grown and The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was (The only one who could ever reach me) He was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man (The only boy who could ever teach me) Was the son of a preacher man (The only one who could ever reach me) Was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man |
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| 2:31 |
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| 9. |
| 3:14 |
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It was a teenage wedding
and the old folks wished them well you could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle And now the youn monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell "c `est la vie", say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartmentwith a two room Roebuck sale the coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work the little money comin` worked out well "c `est la vie", say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono, boy did they let it blast seven hundred little records, all rock,rhythm and jazz but when the sun went down the rapid tempo of teh music fell "c `est la vie", say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell they bought a souped-up jitney `twas a cherry red `53 they drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary it was there that Pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle "c `est la vie", say the old folks it goes to show you never can tell |
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| 3:10 |
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Girl, you'll be a woman... soon
I love you so much, can't count all the ways I've died for you girl and all they can say is "He's not your kind" They never get tired of putting me down And I'll never know when I come around What I'm gonna find Don't let them make up your mind. Don't you know... Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Please, come take my hand Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Soon, you'll need a man I've been misunderstood for all of my life But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife "The boy's no good" Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure Surely would Baby I've done all I could Now it's up to you... Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Please, come take my hand Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Soon, you'll need a man Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Please, come take my hand Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Soon but soon, you'll need a man |
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| 4:57 |
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My heart is empty.
Your eyes are dull. Once we were hungry, Now we are full. These stars that bind us, Can't beat these chains. If love is shelter, I'm gonna walk in the rain. You were my angel. Now, you are real. So like a stranger, Colder than steel. The morning after, You know what you bring. If love is a red dress, Well, hang me in rags. Oh well. There goes the fairy tale. Lord, ain't it a shame? In all this comfort, I can't take the strain. If we played even, I'd be your queen. But someone was cheatin'. And it wasn't me. I played it on the table, You held something back. If love is Aces, Give me the Jack. |
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| 2:12 |
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| 2:25 |
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I keep hearin' you're concerned about my happiness But all that thought you're givin' me is conscience I guess If I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun Countin' flowers on the wall That don't bother me at all Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doin' fine You can always find me here, I'm havin' quite a time It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete So I must go back to my room and make my day complete Don't tell me I've nothin' to do |
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| 1:03 |
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| 3:20 |
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| 0:56 |
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| 2:21 |
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| 2:28 |
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| 19. |
| 5:01 |
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Hello, my love I heard a kiss from you Red magic satin playing near, too All through the morning rain I gaze - the sun doesn't shine - Rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind In the garden - I see west Purple shower, bells and tea Orange birds and river cousins dressed in green Pretty music I hear - so happy And loud - blue flower echo From a cherry cloud Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue Playgrounds will laugh if you try to ask Is it cool?, is it cool? If you arrive and don't see me I'm going to be with my baby I am free - flying in her arms, over the sea Stained window, yellow candy screen See speakers of kite - with velvet roses diggin' freedom flight A present from you - Strawberry letter 22 The music plays, I sit in for a few Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... A present from you - Strawberry letter 22 The music plays, I sit in for a few Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... |
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| 2:08 |
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