| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 3:15 | 
|
|||
|
Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself,
what you doing bro. (Standing on the corner) Well, I can see that, what you got in your hand No, shit, what's this (Suitcase in my hand) (Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest) Fucking faggot Johnson (Jack, sweet Jane, I'm in a rock'n'roll band) Well, I can see that Some people say that you can't - (no no no) No matter how good you are And some people say, they can't move - (no no no) No matter where they are Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain No matter how ugly you are You know to me it all looks the same Rain from the morning in the blue clouds Now just shining up with dew Riding through the city in their big cars And me, I ain't got nothing to do Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain Don't you know things always look ugly To me they always look the same Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times Oh, Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain Don't you know that most things look ugly To me they always look the same Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know To me they always look the same |
||||||
| 2. |
| 4:42 |
|
|||
|
It's been a long time, since I've spoken to you
was it the right time Your current troubles, and you know, they'll get much worse I hope you know how much you enjoy them You're a pig of a person, If there's a justice in this world hey, how about that Your lack of conscience and your lack of morality well, more and more people know all about it Do you remember that song by a dude named Bobby Fuller It went like this: I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won We sat around the other night, me and the guys trying to find the right word That would best fit and describe you people like that That no principle has touched, no principle's baptized how about that They'd eat shit and say it tasted good if there was some money in it for them Hey, you remember that song about this guy from Texas Whose name was - Bobby Fuller I'll sing it for you, it went like this: I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won You're just dirt You're just dirt, The only word for you is dirt That's the only word that hurt, You're just dirt That's all you're worth - cheap, cheap dirt You know they call it - Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, uptown dirt you're just - cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, uptown dirt You're just dirt - nothing but - cheap uptown dirt That's all you're worth - It's just - cheap, cheap, uptown dirt That's all you're worth now (cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, uptown dirt) You're just dirt (cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap uptown dirt) (Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, uptown dirt) (Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, uptown dirt) (Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, uptown dirt) |
||||||
| 3. |
| 10:53 |
|
|||
|
a) Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet the sexy boy smiled in dismay She took out four twenties 'cause she liked round figures everybody's a queen for a day Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know how I admire your - - body why don't we slip away Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin' sha-la-la-la, this way Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la hey, baby, come on, let's slip away Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a hunk of muscle call out the national guard She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means from off of the formica topped bar And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly and boldly out of this world And despite people's derision proved to be more than diversion sha-la-la-la, later on And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly and showed her where he was coming from And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently it was like she'd never ever come And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la when the sun rose and he made to leave You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la neither one regretted a thing b) Street Hassle Hey, that cunt's not breathing I think she's had too much of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean I don't mean to scare you but you're the one who came here and you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave I'm not being smart or trying to be cold on my part and I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve But you know people get all emotional and sometimes, man, they just don't act rational they think they're just on TV Sha-la-la-la, man why don't you just slip her away You know, I'm glad that we met man it really was nice talking and I really wish that there was a little more time to speak But you know it could be a hassle trying to explain myself to a police officer about how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed And it's not like we could help but there was nothing no one could do and if there was, man, you know I would have been the first But when someone turns that blue well, it's a universal truth and then you just know that bitch will never fuck again By the way, that's really some bad shit that you came to our place with but you ought to be more careful around the little girls It's either the best or it's the worst and since I don't have to choose I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet and just lay her out on the darkened street and by morning, she's just another hit and run You know, some people got no choice and they can't never find a voice to talk with that they can even call their own So the first thing that they see that allows them the right to be why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck |
||||||
| 4. |
| 2:57 |
|
|||
|
I wanna be black, have natural rhythm
Shoot twenty foot of jism too and fuck up the jews I wanna be black, I wanna be a panther Have a girlfriend named Samantha and have a stable of foxy whores Oh, oh, I wanna be black I don't wanna be a fucked up middle class college student anymore I just wanna have a stable of foxy little whores Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black Oh, oh, I wanna be black Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black I wanna be black, wanna be like Martin Luther King And get myself shot in spring lead a whole generation, too and fucked up the jews I wanna be black, I wanna be like Malcolm X And pass the hex over President Kennedy's tomb and have a big prick, too Oh, I don't wanna be a fucked up middle class college student no more Yeah, I just wanna have a stable of foxy little whores Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black I wanna be black I wanna be black I wanna be black I wanna be black yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna be black Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna be black Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna be black Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black, oh, oh) (Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black, oh, oh) (Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black, oh, oh) |
||||||
| 5. |
| 3:21 |
|
|||
|
We're gonna have a real good time together
We're gonna have a real good time together We're gonna have a real good time together We're gonna laugh and dance and shout together Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na We're gonna have a real good time together We're gonna have a real good time together We're gonna have a real good time together Oh, we're gonna laugh and dance and shout together Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na |
||||||
| 6. |
| 3:11 |
|
|||
|
All the people had their share of the glory looking out after you It's just a story about winners and glory and you know that it's true Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star Some men may glory from a different condition of another car And later persuasion would permit the arranging of a ... And to cause more confusion, and to make this illusion would have gone too far And it's my ambition, of a jacket ignition in a Cadillac metal car Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star You're just a shooting star |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:45 |
|
|||
|
Everybody's gonna try to tell you what to do, uhh-haa
And never, never, never, never, let it be said that it's true oh-oh, hey, give it to my baby Leave me, leave me, leave me, Leave me, leave me, leave me, They're the kind of people that'll always let you down I know you, too, you don't ever give it a frown oh, do it, do it, now, do it, do it Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, get down, baby Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone oh, come now, leave me alone, mam, okay, baby Oh, oh, yeah ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah Don't you know some people, they just don't know when to stop give it to me, now They can't tell the floor from the ceiling or the top And there're other types, they always make you wait And they're always the first to say, the state you come from Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone Leave me, leave me, leave me, l Leave me, leave me alone Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me forever Leave me, leave me, leave me, lleave me alone Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah |
||||||
| 8. |
| 3:14 |
|
|||
|
Wait (disgrace) I know I shouldn't, but we'll wait (such a pretty face) I know the time is getting late (... such a waste) And here is what you hesitate (such a pretty face) But still I really wish that you'd wait (... such a waste) Although the passion might abate (such a pretty face) And find you in another state (it's such a state) That will seem just as a mistake (it's such a waste) Oh baby, I really think that I oughta wait (such a pretty face) Wait (it was such a waste) I really wouldn't want your hate (it's such a pretty face) Certainly not after like late (... such a waste) You wanna give not only take (it's such a pretty face) I know propriety is such a waste (it's such a disgrace) But then it says you really have to wait (such a pretty face) Considering the present state (... such a waste) Don't change my mind at such a late stage (... such a waste) Oh baby, don't you think you oughta wait (such a pretty face) Ooohhh ... Ooohhh ... Ooohhh ... Ooohhh ... Wait Oh, now baby, how I wish you would wait I really wish you'd hesitate Oh, baby, baby please why don't you wait Oh, how I really wish you'd wait Oh, how I wish you'd hesitate ... ... (... someday) |
||||||
|
