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"Attention, for the next four minutes and ten seconds
This station will be conducting a test On the good times broadcasting system, that is So all you fine, outstanding citizens, come join us In a way bueno fiesta celebration It's guaranteed to be one wild ride" People try to rule my world 'Cause they don't have nothing better to do No, no, no, no Say what they want, but I don't care They sit and watch the six o'clock news 'Cause when we're out at night, feelin' right It looks like we're livin' for free We just turn up the music louder Then we scream it up and down your street Up and down your street You gotta shout it out Shout, shout it out Tell them what's on your mind and what it's all about Shout, shout it out Come on everybody, you gotta shout it out Come on and shout it out Making music is how I live You know I like to hang out on the town I said, come on little sister Don't you see what you're missin' There ain't no one to bring us down 'Cause when we're out at night, feelin' right It looks like we're livin' for free We just turn up the music louder Then we scream it up and down your street Up and down your street You gotta shout it out Shout, shout it out Tell them what's on your mind and what it's all about Shout, shout it out Come on everybody, you gotta shout it out Come on and shout it out Baby, I'll show you the way If you'll just reach out and take my hand If you speak of the words that say how you feel Just let your words carry the dreams that you have deep inside Come on and shout it out You gotta shout it out Shout, shout it out Tell them what's on your mind and what it's all about Shout, shout it out Come on everybody, you gotta shout it out Come on and shout it out "You know it's times like these Are the most excellent time of our lives And I just have to say it's great to party with you See ya" |
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| 4:00 |
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Oh yeah! Hit it!
Breakin? out, I'm on a mission, Been caught between heaven and hell. My guitar is my ammunition, Raise the flag, sound the mission bell. Everybody always wants control of me, The only way to get it's over my dead body. Take no prisoners, open fire, Battle stations! Someone's trying to brainwash me, Battle stations! Six-string shooter, hear it screaming, Slicing your head like a laser beam. It's true love when I'm cranking the metal, It makes me, makes me, makes me cream. Never let you get between me and my guitar. No use to keep trying, you won't get very far. Take no prisoners, open fire, Battle stations! Someone's trying to brainwash me, Battle stations! Open fire, raise your fist, Battle stations! It's the season to resist, Preprogrammed morons, Computer sleaze. Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah! Never let you get between me and my guitar, No use to keep trying, you won't get very far. Take no prisoners, open fire, Battle stations! Someone's trying to brainwash me, Battle stations! Back off, baby! Take no prisoners, open fire! Battle stations! Battle stations! Take no prisoners, open fire! Preprogrammed morons, Computer sleaze. Whoa! You're mine baby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Whoa! |
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| 4:54 |
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Oh yeah! Oh!
Well, I’ve been drinking, But nothing’s ever gained. That same old story, yeah, My baby left today. So many times, I feel I’ve been blind. I’ve been wanting. There’s no denying. I said that we can work it out You can’t be cold about the love we hold. You said that we were always right, You should be home tonight, Makin’ love. Oh, that love, love, love, love, love, Oh, sweet love. When I first saw her. She had love in her eyes. I can’t let go now, I feel in disguise. So many days, I feel I’m afraid. I’ve been waiting, There’s no denying. I said that we can work it out, You can’t be cold about, The love we hold. You said that we were always right, You should be home tonight, Makin’ love . . . love . . . . Yeah! Whoa-oh. Oh oh. Ooh. I want your love, Need your love, Ooh, need your love. Don’t tell me no! No!! You said that we could work it out, You should be thinking about now, love. I know that we were always right, You should be home tonight, Making love. You said that we could work it out, You can’t be cold about the love we hold. You said that we were always right, You should be home tonight, Makin’ love, love, love, love, love. |
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| 4:23 |
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Girl listens to mom
So she lights a match and pretends to sleep While everything burns Man drives nowhere So he pressed the pedal, hit a few dogs And felt good Boy hears teacher's words So he closed his eyes and stepped in front of a train Woo! Woops! Sorry 'bout that It's just an accident Revenge Nobody forgets Chop it into bits The bitterness is hard to hide It smells like homicide Just nod and say it's O.K. I can hear your voice echo O.K. I lied-it's really the voice Of the guy who kicked your head in Look in the mirror It seems you're drinking, miniature And soon enough your gone Woops! Sorry 'bout that It's just an accident Revenge Nobody forgets Chop it into bits The bitterness is hard to hide It smells like homicide Just nod and say it's O.K. No one saw the perfect crime I can't wait for the next time The bitterness is hard to hide It smells like homicide Just nod and say it's O.K. You try to make the moment Last you sold it right in half You die and have a nice day Woops! Sorry 'bout that It's just an accident |
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| 4:35 |
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I'm not going to wake up today
They've pulled my plug the picture fades And as my body decays mold begins to fill my grave The smell of death permeates the silk within my coffin lays Go to hell As they bury me nowsix feet there my body lies Still feel like I'm going down I hear a distant wailing cry God something must've gone wrong And much too late I realize Go to hell I saw my funeral that day I know who didn't show to mourn My judgment was life in hell Pillars of pain and thorns My only friend's the goat With 666 between his horns Go to hell Place all your trust here in me Rest assured these things I know And as Charon sails the sea Your journey too shall end below Ah yes you're all sitting ducks It's true you reap what you sow Go to hell Now I lay me down to sleep Blah blah blah my soul to keep If I die before I wake I'll go to hell for heaven's sake |
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| 4:14 |
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Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... And that was O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended), But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alleyway. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee... Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby?...Say baby |
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| 4:27 |
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Bill: I’m Bill S. Preston, Esq.! And this is Ted "Theodore" Logan!
B&T: And we are Wyld Stallyns! DeNomolos: I am DeNomolos. Now . . . what is your mission? Evil Bill: First we totally kill Bill and Ted! Evil Ted: Yeah, then we take over their lives. Evil Bill: He’s totally a robot! Evil Ted: So are you, dude! Evil Bill: Whoa, we’re total metalheads! DeNomolos: Destroy that ridiculous, insipid band! Evil B&T: Death to Bill and Ted! Reaper: Get down with your bad self! DeNomolos: You fools! Are we ready? Reaper: Get down with your bad self! DeNomolos: You fools! Evil B&T: Yeah, totally! Reaper: Get down with your bad self! DeNomolos: You fools! Are we ready? Evil Ted: I’ve got a full on robot chubby. Evil B&T: How’s it goin’, Bill and Ted? Bill: Ted... it’s us again! Ted: Whoa! Bill: You’re metal, dude! Evil Bill: I know! Check it out! We’re totally gonna kill you now! B&T: Whoa... Evil Bill: Ha ha ha! Ted: Dudes, even though you’re doing this, we... we... Bill: We love you! Evil B&T: Fags! Bill: You dick, Bill! Evil Bill: I know! Let’s waste ‘em. B&T: Aaaahhhhh!!! Reaper: Get down with your bad self! Rufus: Bogus Evil Bill: Stellar, Evil Ted! B&T: No way! Reaper: Get down with your bad self! Rufus: Bogus Bill: Yeah! Reaper: Get down with your bad self! Rufus: Bogus Evil Bill: Stellar, Evil Ted! B&T: No way! Evil Bill: I totally loogied on that good, dead me! Ted: Bill, what happened? Bill: Ted, we’re dead, dude! B&T: Whoa! Ted: Who are you? Bill: Ted, it’s the Grim Reaper, dude! Ted: Oh. How’s it hangin’, Death? We’ve got to get back to the babes! Bill: Ted, we can’t . . . we’re dead, dude! Ted: We’ve got to stop those evil us’s! We’ve gotta try! Bill: But how? B&T: Melvin! Reaper: They melvined me! Ted: Dude, I totally broke a rock!* Bill: Excellent!* Ted: I kinda like this* . . . Who’s that? Bill: Ted, who do you think it is? Ted: How’s it goin’, Beelzebub? Excellent rocks!* Bill: We totally broke some.* Ted: Okay, can we go now? B&T: Whoa! Bill: Thanks dude! You know, you’ve got a bad rap. Colonel Oates: Gentlemen! Welcome to Hell! Ted: Dude. Bill: What? Ted: I think we’re in our own personal hell! Easter bunny: You stole Deacon’s Easter basket! Little Ted: No way! Granny S. Preston, Esq: How about a kiss? Little Bill: Bogus! Bill: You ugly red source of all evil! Granny S. Preston, Esq: All I want is one! Right on the lips! Colonel Oates: Get back here! B&T: AHHHHHH!!!!!! WHOAAAAA!!!!!!! Bill: That was non-non-non-non heinous! Evil Bill: You suck, dude!* Bill: Do something else, dude!* Ted: Yeah!* Bill: Not bad, dude! B&T: Excellent! Reaper: Get down with your bad self! Bill inside Sergeant: Whoa, donuts! Ted inside Captain Logan: I totally possessed my dad! Reaper: Get down with your bad self! Ted inside Captain Logan: Excellent! Bill inside Sergeant: I totally believe you, dude! Reaper: Get down with your bad self! Bill inside Sergeant: Whoa, donuts! Ted inside Captain Logan: I totally possessed my dad! Bill: You totally killed us, you evil metal dickweed! Evil Bill: That’s right, lesser developed human prototype us’s!* Bill: Let’s get ‘em, Ted! Ted: Ahhhhh, yeah, no! Colonel Oates: Get ‘em Granny! B&T: We’ve got to face them. Colonel Oates: Now get going! Various moans and groans of fears being defeated. Bill: Kiss your fears, dudes! Ted: Or offer ‘em a honeybun or something. And they’ll get smaller and maybe they’ll even go away!* Bill: Yeah, they’re not that bad, dude. So don’t get programmed by anybody but yourself!* B&T: Let’s rock! Rufus: And most important, do not do your homework without wearing headphones! Evil B&T: Catch you later, Bill & Ted! Colonel Oates crying. |
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