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(One, two)
Little Rita and her sister Betty Met some mook who drove a purple Chevy He took them for a ride one summer night (Are you angry?) Told the girls he was a big producer Truth be told he was a cheap seducer He drove them to the hills to see the lights (Heh, heh, heh, yeah, right) Two days later they were reading him his rights (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Shot Out come the freaks (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Oh yeah Tara Venus was a rent-a-stripper You could feast your eyes but you couldn't grip her She went nowhere without Jack the Human Kife He'd slice you silly if you got too friendly If you value living better treat her gently Once she does her sexy cha-cha let her go She will tempt you (uh-huh) but it's just part of the show (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Out come the freaks, yo, yeah (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Oh yeah, oh, do, yeah Bobby Maggot was a big attorney Through the courtroom down to hell he journeyed Bald headed piece of garbage that he was...ha, ha, ha! [Woof! Woof! Woof!] (Bad, bad boy!) He'll defend you if your money's honest Says he'll do his best but that's no promise Off he goes in his Corvette to get a tan Oh Lord I ask you what kind of beast is man? (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Oh, out come the freaks, out come the freaks, y'all (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Out come the freaks, yeah (Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks) Out come the freaks, y'all (Woodwork squeaks and out comes Trotsky) Out comes Trotsky, yeah (Woodwork squeaks and out comes Coltrane) Coltrane, Coltrane, out comes Coltrane (Woodwork squeaks and out comes Che Guevara) Che Guevara, Che Guevara, oh (Woodwork squeaks and out comes the Powell) Buddy Powell, Buddy Powell, baby, yeah Out come the freaks |
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Boy's gone crazy...Ooo, ooo, ooo
Boy's gone crazy...Ooo, ooo, ooo Johnny's on top of the shopping mall Pretending like he's gonna fall Just throwing stones at a neon sign Saying over and over "She was mine all mine" The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's one step over the line The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone for good this time Can't keep his mind on his schoolwork Won't tell anybody just how bad he's hurt Keeps popping them quarters in a pinball game Doing all he can do to forget her name The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's one step over the line The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone for good this time Well he did see her face in the dark And he did see that in the moon With every beat of his heart He knows his life is ruined, whoa yeah Out on the highway doing ninety-eight Radio blasting as he's tempting fate He swears he saw an angel in a black Corvette She was blowing him kisses through her cigarette The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's one step over the line, yeah, yeah The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone, really gone for good this time The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's really just one step over the line The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone for good this time, oh The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's one step over the line, yeah, yeah The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone, really gone for good this time The boy's gone crazy, it's not just a phase He's really just one step over the line, yeah, yeah The boy's gone crazy, he's seen his better days She's really gone for good this time, boy's gone crazy |
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Monkey in the middle of a metal detector
Hat of the cousin of the tax collector Automatic sensors in the president's skull Do you have yesterday's time? What up, dog? You see I just got this new pit bull terrier The thing's better than a credit card Went to the gas station the other day Got a couple gallons of gas Some oil, spark plugs, six-pack The man says "That'll be $15.41" I, I say "Well, goddamn, I forgot my wallet But I did bring my credit card." What up, dog ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DAVID WAS, DON WAS, SWEETPEA ATKINSON, HARRY BOWENS Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group |
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| 3:56 |
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Aw yeah, oh yeah, yeah
When two cars crash you just pull them apart But when lovers come together They get tangled heart to heart And nothing (and nothing) and no one (and no one) Can make them come unstuck Oh, love can be bad luck (Love can be bad luck) Love can be bad luck (Love can be) When glass (breaks) you just sweep it away But when lovers start to shatter They keep breaking day by day They pick (They pick up) up the pieces (the pieces) And try not to get cut (try not to get cut) Oh, love can be bad luck (love can be bad luck) Love can be bad luck (Love can be bad luck) Love can be bad luck (Love can be bad) Medicine won't cure the pain It doesn't pay to pin the blame It still will feel the same (It still will feel the same) Passion burns like any flame Disillusion stakes its claim Those are the rules of the game (Rules of the game) Love can be bad luck...Love can be bad luck... Now girl, I can't seem, and what else Can quite to drop to either way Stay with me, pretty baby, let me travel my whole way Now that love can be bad luck (love can be bad luck) Love can be bad luck (love can be bad luck) Somebody's love in my heart, yeah (love can be bad luck) I can't stand this way no more (love can be bad luck) I've been feeling this way to uptown, girl (Love Can Be Bad Luck) ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FAGENSON, DON EDWARD/WAS, DAVID/CRENSHAW, MARSHALL H <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC , BMG GOLD SONGS OBO MARSHALL CRENSHAW</i> |
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Robot girl, robot girl
Robot girl, robot girl Robot girl, robot girl Robot girl, robot girl TV screen faces aren't pretty it's true But she will do anything I tell her to Her conversation's not what you'd call clever But she can't contradict me, oh no never Robot girl, robot girl Move your arms a few degrees north Robot girl, robot girl Now gently back and forth Robot girl, robot girl You know just what to scratch Robot girl, robot girl We're such a perfect match I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl, uh-oh Programmed for love, she can be quite tender See how I'm kind, nothing offends her She vacuums the carpet and doesn't complain She'll walk the dog in the pouring rain Robot girl, robot girl Move your arms a few degrees north Robot girl, robot girl Now gently back and forth Robot girl, robot girl You know just what to scratch Robot girl, robot girl We're such a perfect match You are my world, you're my robot girl You are my world, you're my robot girl Don't have to worry about diamonds and furs There's no confusion about what's mine and what's hers When she fixes her limbs on my backside I just shudder She goes through my blood like a hot knife through butter Robot girl, robot girl Move your arms a few degrees north Robot girl, robot girl Now gently back and forth Robot girl, robot girl Oh, you know just what to scratch Robot girl, robot girl We're such a perfect match You are my world, you're my robot girl I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl You are my world, you're my robot girl I'm in a whirl, you're my robot girl ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FAGENSON, DON EDWARD/WAS, DAVID <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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