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Setzer
I got a lucky rabbit’s foot I’ve got a loaded pair of dice I hang the horseshoe over my bed Because my luck’s been cold as ice I love to watch that roulette wheel Spinnin’ round and round I place a bet at five to one When my baby comes to town I’m gonna love you baby with all my might I’m gonna make you feel all right You’re gonna love me baby like you said you would Honey, just like a young girl should Baby, take a chance on love, on love Baby, take a chance on love You’re the only one I’m dreamin’ of Baby, take a chance, baby’s in a trace Baby, take a chance on love My lucky thirteen black cat bones And my lady luck tattoo I got a hoodoo voodoo doll And a photograph of you I’m gonna cast a magic spell A magic spell of love And then I’ll put you in my trance My magic trance of love I’m gonna love you baby with all my might I’m gonna make you feel all right You’re gonna love me baby like you said you would Honey, just like a young girl should Baby, take a chance on love, on love Baby, take a chance on love You’re the only one I’m dreamin’ of Baby, take a chance, baby’s in a trace Baby, take a chance on love I’m gonna take this step by step I’m gonna take this seriously I’m gonna take things one at a time Because I love you obviously But if you just wanna break my heart Don’t be wasting my time ‘Cause with you from the very start Our love was a felony crime I’m gonna love you baby with all my might I’m gonna make you feel all right You’re gonna love me baby like you said you would Honey, just like a young girl should Baby, take a chance on love, on love Baby, take a chance on love You’re the only one I’m dreamin’ of Baby, take a chance, baby take a chance Baby, take a chance, baby’s in a trance Baby, take a chance, baby take a chance Baby, take a chace on love |
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| 2:44 |
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Setzer
I got a beat leather jacket I got a broken down car I’m gonna push it up to the hill If I can make it that far ‘Cause everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la Got a broken down record player I’ve got a bird that won’t sing And the buzzin’ in my head goes ring, ring, ring Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la One man’s fortune, honey Is another man’s worst bad luck If I ever crawl outta this hole alive I’m gonna spend every last buck, buck, buck I ain’t got a job Live in a cheap hotel The door ain’t got a lock But I say what the hell Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la Well, one man’s fortune, honey Is another man’s worst bad luck If I ever crawl outta this hole alive I’m gonna spend every last buck, buck, buck Now don’t misunderstand me I got my moonshine mash But If I made any money It’d be gone in a flash Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk |
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Here they come in their cuffed Levi's
Hair slicked back, they're real tough guys Black t-shirt and a bad attidude Better not step on their blue suede shoes Livin' in a time that's long since gone It's not quite right, there's something wrong Look! There goes another Betty Page Get with it chick, it's all the rage CHORUS: He's really, really, really rockabilly Really, really, really rockabilly He pissed in his pants He's too drunk to care He's wearin' 1956 underwear There's neo-rockabilly There's psycho-rockabilly There's Starbucks-Orange-County rockabilly There's euro - ja-ja-wir machen-rockin' rockabilly There's Western-swing-traditional-blues- influenced rockabilly There's Australian shrimp-on-the-barbie- carry-your-surfboard-to-Sears- to-buy-your-rolled-up-Levi's rockabilly There's rock-a-Johnny, rock-a-Sally, rock-a-hillbilly It's all too stupid, and it's just plain silly (CHORUS) The man at the door He's a rockabilly guy He said you can't come in Your pompadour's too high Better grow them sideburns Get a tattoo on your neck Drink Pabst Blue Ribbon Drive a rockabilly wreck Has it come to this? I want a new job Rockabilly retards and rockabilly slobs are rockabilly stars It used to be fun just to play the guitar Now I just want to run real, real far (CHORUS) |
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| 2:52 |
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Bryan
I’ve been a bad boy, you know the way Became a bad boy and changed my name My anxious dreams have found a clearer sky I’ve been thinking about the state I’m in And started sinking a bottle of gin And rocket cathedrals pointing to the sky I’m space-bound again I need their money And I can see the stars It’s so funny Until I’m Earth-bound again I’ll miss you honey And this rocket cathedral’s pointing to the sky Some visit Lucifer Some may be crucified I’m going to Mars Some talk to celuloid Some talk to shiny cars I’ll talk to shiny stars I’ve been thinkin’ about all the ways That a wise man spends all of his days In a rocket cathedral pointing to the sky Wish I was grounded and seen the last of my days And not re-bounded down the Milky Way And this rocket cathedral’s pointing to the sky So I’m space-bound again Who needs their money And I can see the stars I feel so funny Until I’m Earth-bound again I’ll miss you honey And this rocket cathedral pointing to the sky I’ll go to Lucifer I may be crucified I’m going to Mars I’ll talk to celuloid I’ll fly with shiny cars Bye, bye stars |
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| 4:29 |
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| 2:50 |
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Setzer
Well, it ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues Every once in a while, maybe just a week or two Well, I don’t got nothing to worry about The kids take off and momma screams and shouts It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues Every once in a while, not very often Well, they say a man has to work from sun to sun But a woman’s work it ain’t never ever done If I work my knuckles right down to the bone You better have that supper at the table at home It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues When Hepcat gets the blues There’s nothing nobody can do The wind starts blowin’ and the sky gets cloudy and gray Ain’t nothing nobody can say Get on your hands and knees and pray It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues Here we go Go ahead Cat When Hepcat gets the blues There’s nothing nobody can do The wind starts blowin’ and the sky gets cloudy and gray Ain’t nothing nobody can say Get on your hands and knees and pray It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues You better just hope that I don’t come lookin’ for you ‘Cause I just don’t know exactly what I’m bound to do I’m gonna drink Jack Daniel’s right off the floor Get a quart of beer and baby holler for more No, it ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets… It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets… Ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues |
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| 4:48 |
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Setzer
I’m gonna take a plane, baby, here I go I’m gonna walk the streets of Tokyo The crowds of people and the neon lights The rock ‘n’ roll days and the rock ‘n’ roll nights. There’s a discotheque with a flashing sign There’s a sexy girl gonna show you good time Come on in, the shows about to begin Come on, come on, come on. I’m on the back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. I know a little place but it’s hard to find Down the road that twists and the street that winds Roppongi Town down the alleyway The wine does flow and the band does play. So come on, come on, let the fun begin It’s a night on the town, it’s a night of sin I can take you there, come along with me Come on, come on, come on. I’m on the back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. So come on, come on, let the fun begin It’s a night on the town, it’s a night of sin I can take you there, come along with me Come on, come on, come on. I’m on the back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. Well, welcome to the land of the rising sun And the sun don’t set ‘til the party’s done Just be careful, baby, don’t you press your luck The back streets of Tokyo will eat you up. So come on, come on, let the fun begin It’s a night on the town, it’s a night of sin I can take you there, come along with me Come on, come on, come on. I’m on the back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. |
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| 3:09 |
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Setzer
Father Hennepin went down to Bennigan’s To discuss the construction of the Hennepin Bridge He had time to kill down by the flour mill So he planned a picnic lunch on St Anthony Main Now Father Hennepin he was notorious And he liked a little drunk down at Nye’s Polanaise His explorations were more than glorious So they planned to build a bridge that would feature his name Well, first Niagara and then St Anthony’s Were discovered by the fella with the Hennepin name But when the lock was filled on the lower falls Eveyone was shoppin’ on the Nicollet Mall And when the rope was cut on the Hennepin Father Louis had a most unusual plan He would take a dip in the Mississippi He would dive from the centre and swim to the dam When the time had come and he took the plunge Everyone screamed: “My God, what has he done” And though he tried to swim, the current carried him Closer and closer to the brink of the falls The people lined the banks of the Mississippi To watch Father Hennepin go over the edge The people there that day, they all swear they say Father Hennepin was laughin’ as he fell to his death |
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