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Oh Donna
You made me stand up You made me sit down, Donna Sit down, Donna Sit down You made stand up Donna waiting by the telephone Donna waiting for the phone to ring Oh Donna You make me break up You make me break down, Donna Break down, Donna Break down You make me break up Meanwhile waiting by the telephone Donna is waiting for the phone to ring "Hello, darling Yes I love you darling Yes I love you" Oh Donna You made me stand up You made me sit down, Donna Sit down, Donna Sit down You make stand up Donna I'd stand on my head for you Oh my love, my own one Oh my love, my own one Donna waiting by the telephone Donna waiting for the phone to ring Oh Donna Oh Donna Oh Donna Oh Donna Donna I love you |
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I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail But the guys were indiscreet They were brawling in the street At the local dance at the local county jail Well the band were playing And the booze began to flow But the sound came over on the police car radio Down at Precinct 49 Having a tear-gas of a time Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets I love to hear those convicts squeal It's a shame these slugs ain't real But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail And for miles around You could hear the sirens wail There's a rumor goin' round death row That a fuse is gonna blow At the local hop at the local county jail Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Sergeant Baker started talkin' With a bullhorn in his hand He was cool, he was clear He was always in command He said "Blood will flow; Here Padre you talk to your boys..." "Trust in me - God will come to set you free" Well we don't understand Why you called in the National Guard When Uncle Sam is the one Who belongs in the exercise yard We all got balls and brains But some's got balls and chains At the local dance at the local county jail Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Is it really such a crime For a guy to spend his time At the local dance at the local county jail At the local dance at the local county jail Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do |
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| 2:53 |
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Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom We were dancin' and romancin' at the Senior Prom It was no infatuation But a gradual graduation From a boy to a man Let me tell you while I can The soda pop came free Hey Sis, one kiss, and I was heaven bound Now who would have guessed Milton's paradise lost could be found But in the eyes of the Dean, his daughter Was doin' what she shouldn'a oughta But a man's gotta do What a man's gotta do The consequence should be Church bells, three swells The Dean, his daughter and me They were dating in the park They were smooching in the dark Of a doorway for two She whispered "I love you - Ooh, you know I never felt this way before Ooh, you know the elevator in my heart Has gone awol, awol, awol, awol" And then I kissed her And when I kissed her It's a wonderful world When you're rolling in kisses Now, the paint is peeling (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Now, and when the chips are down (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Now, you kinda lose all feeling (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Now, your head goes round and round (Hum drum days and hum drum ways) Round and round and round and round and round I'm throwing myself off this train Hum drum days And a hum drum ways Hum drum days, he's got Hum drum ways, oh boy Hey, you know I'm really earning now My ship came in with a cargo of dollars My name's lit up on the prow It's a wonderful world When you're rolling in dollars Now! |
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| 3:54 |
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Do the Wall Street shuffle
Hear the money rustle Watch the greenbacks tumble Feel the Sterling crumble You need a yen to make a mark If you wanna make money You need the luck to make a buck If you wanna be Getty, Rothschild You've gotta be cool on Wall Street You've gotta be cool on Wall Street When your index is low Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets They plead with you, buddy can you spare the dime But you ain't got the time Doin' the.... Doin' the.... Oh, Howard Hughes Did your money make you better? Are you waiting for the hour When you can screw me? 'Cos you're big enough To do the Wall Street Shuffle Let your money hustle Bet you'd sell your mother You can buy another Doin' the.... Doin' the.... You buy and sell You wheel and deal But you're living on instinct You get a tip You follow it And you make a big killing On Wall Street ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By STEWART, ERIC/GOULDMAN, GRAHAM <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 3:18 |
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Hey toots, you put the life into living
You brought a sigh into sight Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water You bring the stars out at night But they ain't half so bright As your eyes Gee whiz, you take the beauty out of beautiful You play the strings of my heart Oh babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine The rain would turn to sweet sweet wine Well he's been up all night Breakin' his head in two to write A little sonnet for his chickadee But between you and me I think its sssssssssssilly. Silly Ooh treas, you got a smile like a Rembrandt Aha, you got the style of a queen Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud Next to you all the others could be weeds You're the only one my garden needs Ooh, you know the art of conversation Must be dying Ooh, when a romance depends on Cliches and toupees and threepes We're up to here with moonin' and junin' If you want to sound sincere - Don't rely on Crosby's croonin' - Take a little time Make up your own rhyme Don't rely on mine 'Cos it's sssssssssilly - silly - silly - silly |
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| 4:30 |
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I'm dancing on the White House lawn
Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn Hanging round the gardens of Babylon Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up She gets more fan mail than the Pope She takes the mickey out of all my phobias Like signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia Life is a minestrone Served up with parmesan cheese Death is a cold Lasagne Suspended in deep freeze I'm leaning on the Tower of Pisa Had an eyeful of the tower in France I'm hanging round the gardens of Madison And the seat of learning And the flush of success Relieves a constipated mind I'm like a gourmet in a skid row diner A fitting menu for a dilettante Life is a minestrone Served up with parmesan cheese Death is a cold Lasagne Suspended in deep freeze Love is a fire of flaming brandy Upon a crepe suzette Let's get this romance cooking, honey But let us not forget Life is a minestrone Served up with parmesan cheese Death is a cold Lasagne Suspended in deep freeze |
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| 6:04 |
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I'm not in love, so don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up, Don't get me wrong don't think you've got it made I'm not in love no no it's because... I like to see you but then again, That doesn't mean you mean that much to me So if I call you don't make a fuss, Don't tell your friends about the two of us I'm not in love no no it's because... Be quiet big boys don't cry big boys don't cry I keep your picture upon the wall It hides a nasty stain that's lying there So don't you ask me to give it back I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me I'm not in love no no it's because... Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me Ooh, you'll wait a long time Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me Ooh, you'll wait a long time I'm not in love so don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up, Don't get me wrong don't think you've got it made I'm not in love I'm not in love... |
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| 8. |
| 4:22 |
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Gimme your body
Gimme your mind Open your heart Pull down the blind Gimme your love gimme it all Gimme in the kitchen gimme in the hall Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Gimme the readys Gimme the cash Gimme a bullet Gimme a smash Gimme a silver gimme a gold Make it a million for when I get old Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Money talks so listen to it Money talks to me Anyone can understand it Money cant be beat oh no When you get down, down to the root Dont give a damn dont give a hoot Still gotta keep makin the loot Chauffeur driven Gotta make her quick as you can Give her lovin make you a man Get her in the palm of your hand Bread from heaven Gimme a country Where I can be free Dont need the unions Strangling me Keep me in exile the rest of my days Burn me in hell but as long as it pays Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake |
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| 5:25 |
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Just like a rollin' stone
I'm outside lookin' in But if your chance came would you take it Where on earth do I begin I'm Mandy fly me I've often heard her jingle It's never struck a chord With a smile as bright as sunshine She called me through the poster And welcomed me aboard She led me she fed me She read me like a book But I'm hiding in the small print Won't you take another look And take me away Try me Mandy fly me away The world was spinning like a ball And then it wasn't there at all And as my heart began to fall I saw her walking on the water As the sharks were comin' for me I felt Mandy pull me up give me the kiss of life Just like the girl in Dr. No No No No Ah when they pulled me from the wreckage And her body couldn't be found Was it in my mind it seems I had a crazy dream I told them so but they said no no no no I found me on a street And starin' at a wall If it hadn't have been for Mandy Her promise up above me Well I wouldn't be here at all So if you're travellin' in the sky Don't be surprised if someone said Hi I'm Mandy fly me |
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| 3:31 |
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Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea, You lay your bets and then you pay the price The things we do for love, the things we do for love. Communication is the problem to the answer You've got her number and your hand is on the phone The weather's turned and all the lines are down The things we do for love, the things we do for love. Like walking in the rain and the snow When there's nowhere to go And you're feelin' like a part of you is dying And you're looking for the answer in her eyes. You think you're gonna break up Then she says she wants to make up. Ooh you made me love you Ooh you've got a way Ooh you had me crawling up the wall. Like walking in the rain and the snow When there's nowhere to go And you're feelin' like a part of you is dying And you're looking for the answer in her eyes. You think you're gonna break up Then she says she wants to make up. Ooh you made me love you Ooh you've got a way Ooh you had me crawling up the wall. A compromise would surely help the situation Agree to disagree but disagree to part When after all it's just a compromise of The things we do for love, the things we do for love.... |
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| 2:55 |
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Well good morning Judge, how are you today I'm in trouble, please put me away A pretty thing took a shine to me I couldn't stop her so I let it be I couldn't stop her so I let it be I couldn't stop her so I let it be I couldn't stop her so I let it be He didn't do it, he wasn't there He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare Well good morning Judge, yes I'm back again I'm in trouble, so it's back to the pen I found a car but I couldn't pay I fell in love and I drove it away I fell in love and I drove it away I fell in love and I drove it away I fell in love and I drove it away He didn't do it, he wasn't there He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare I didn't do it, I wasn't there I didn't want it, I wouldn't dare Alcatraz is like a home sweet home I'm so wanted and I'm never alone San Quentin is the place to be I'm so happy I don't wanna be free So happy I don't wanna be free So happy I don't wanna be free So happy I don't wanna be free |
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I was walkin' down the street Concentratin' on truckin' right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round in a state of fright I saw four faces one mad A brother from the gutter They looked me up and down a bit And turned to each other I say I don't like cricket oh no I love it I don't like cricket no no I love it Don't you walk thru my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet Well he looked down at my silver chain He said I'll give you one dollar I said You've got to be jokin' man It was a present from me Mother He said I like it I want it I'll take it off your hands And you'll be sorry you crossed me You'd better understand that you're alone A long way from home And I say I don't like reggae no no I love it I don't like reggae oh no I love it Don't you cramp me style Don't you queer on me pitch Don't you walk thru my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinkin' pina coladas I heard a dark voice beside me say Would you like something harder She said I've got it you want it My harvest is the best And if you try it you'll like it And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday And I say Don't like Jamaica oh no I love her Don't like Jamaica oh no I love her oh yea Don't you walk thru her words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru her words 'Cause you ain't heard her out yet I don't like cricket I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) I don't like reggae I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) Don't like Jamaica I love her (Dreadlock Holiday |
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On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk Now I can barely crawl All this darkness rising tall Lord shine a light for me I'm waiting to be called I'm ready to go home I'm ready to receive Forgiveness for my sins I'm ready to begin Take this river to the sea Where the Delta flows The tide is washing over me Guide this soul to Heaven's door Show me where tomorrow lies I'm waiting to be born I'm ready to lay down I'm ready now to sleep A promise I must keep I'm ready to go home So tired I lay down With these memories Breathe shallow deep inside of me If time has run its course with me Then I'm ready to go home I'm ready to receive Forgiveness for my sins I'm ready to begin When the evening shadows fall When the time has come I'll let defences fall To surrender's to survive I will give up everything To those I leave behind I'm ready to go home I'm ready to receive Forgiveness for my sins I'm ready to begin I'm ready to lay down I'm ready now to sleep A promise I must keep I'm ready to go home Again |
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Johnny don't do it
Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny was an angel, an angel dressed in black He used to hang around the guys down at the local track He tried so hard to join them But they always turned him back Johnny don't do it (He was an angel) Johnny don't do it (Such an angel) He was only seventeen, just got out of school He stole a bike from Joe's garage to prove that he was cool He didn't know that the brakes were worn And fate can be so cruel Johnny don't do it (He was an angel) Johnny don't do it (Such an angel) Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Well, Johnny went a riding With his girlfriend on the back seat Looking for some action And they found it down a back street Suddenly a truck pulled out He tried to step on the brake Johnny don't do it (Here is a news flash) Johnny don't do it (Today, Johnny Kowalski, also known as Johnny Angel) Johnny don't do it (And his young fiance Francine, were tragically killed) Johnny don't do it (In a cycle accident) Don't do it, don't do it (Any witnesses please contact) Don't do it, don't do it (The police at Precinct 29) Now Johnny's with the angels, the angels in the sky I wonder if he thinks of us as he goes riding by If only had listened, oh, the number of times we tried To tell him Johnny don't do it (He was an angel) Johnny don't do it (Such an angel) Johnny don't do it (He was an angel) Johnny don't do it (Such an angel) Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it Johnny don't do it (Repeat) |
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Where are my boys?
They are in deepest water Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they are broken men who lie low Waiting for miracles Old men of rock and roll Came bearing music Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they're still gonna play guitars On dead strings, and old drums They'll play and play to pass the time The old wild men Old wild men Old wild men, waiting for miracles Lord have mercy upon the many Lord have mercy upon the few Lord have mercy upon the many Lord have mercy on me and on you |
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It's one thing to know it but another to admit
We're the worst band in the world But we don't give a.... If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the drums Then we'd be nothing more than a bunch of darma bums So tune up, tune up Well we've never done a days work in our life And our records sell in zillions It irrigates my heart with greed To know that you adore me Up yours, up mine But up everybody's that takes time - But we're working on it Working on it (Ooh) We never seen the van - leave it to the roadies - Never met the roadies - leave them in the van All because of circumstances way beyond control We became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, ooh Here I am a record on a jukebox A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh Play me Buy me and you play me then my plastic turns to gold Here we are together on your hi fi A little piece of plastic with a hole, oh Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me..... |
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People in love do funny things
Walk under buses and burn their wings People like us do nothing right Talk to the ceiling into the night Look at the smile in her eyes I knew I was right in my bones I feel the turnin' of wheels as it grows Look at my face in her eyes Am I right, am I wrong She's given me butterflies all along Ooh sitting alone in the dark Ooh feeling you close to me We're in a dream But the hands on the clock seem to know Tell me it's time to go People in love play silly games Running in circles and everywhere People like us can make believe Love is forever and I'll never be Ooh sitting alone in the dark Ooh feeling you close to me We're in a dream But the hands on the clock seem to know Tell us it's time to go |
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You went out on the street without your shoes on You didn't listen what your momma said She said you won't feel the benefit, won't feel the benefit And if we all went out without our shoes on Tell me where would we be, where would we be If all the people in the world lost their reason What would we see, where would we be If all the entertainers in the world lost their music What would they play, what could they say To pacify the crowd, to justify themselves Won't feel the benefit You're like a cloud behind the sun Like the face behind the clown You're moving like the wrinkles in a frown And you can never look back A leaf that's borne upon the wind A cardboard suitcase in your hand The wanderer soon returns And finds the colour of the grass is just the same On the other side of the tracks, oh no ["A" LATIN BREAK] Ooh when you smile it's like a holiday Ooh pack your bags and we can get away We'll float on a Queen down to Rio There's no need to shave We'll be stinking like rum in a punch You can walk on the water You can dabble in the mumbo jumbo You can smoke a little ganja Float like a cloud over Rio, Rio You can ride with the Gauchos Swinging your bolas in a red bandana You can run with the devil Takin' your chances with Senorita You can drink a lot of coffee in Brazil But the bill is gonna make you ill FEEL THE BENEFIT So, you can go out on the street and take your chances But if you do, you better do it right Or you won't feel the benefit, won't feel the benefit Spin the wheel and take your chances And your number might come up Though the odds may be in favor of the house If all the people in the world would say together We're all black and white, we're all day and night If all the people in the world could sing together How would it sound, what would we feel We'd all feel the benefit |
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Hello there
How have you been I've called a million times But to me you're never in I know I never had the style or dash of Errol Flynn But I loved you I'm doing really well I'm as happy as a lark I got a new apartment It's as safe as Central Park And if they ever mug me When I'm walking in the dark Will you know Don't hang up Don't hang up Rolled up in my camera With the big cheese up above I stumbled from my stag night To a never ending limousine The band went la di da di da And I got loady do di dodied Lousy violins began to play I went no no no And as the vol-au-vents exploded I was walking down the aisle the other way Don't hang up Don't hang up Don't say, Oooh Nobody's safe in our house Leave me alone But a but a please Leave me alone Just a mo, a minute I'm so alone We had Some honeymoon on itchy bedding Scum buzzing round your busy body Dumb waiters waiting sweating straining All mass-debating my woman We got a Bum Guatemala pensione Crumbling about our ears, Ole Even the trash man he say You got a dustbin romance It's going down the drain You got a low impedance She's got a rocky terrain Oo, you got a lot to learn Oo, you got a lot to learn You got a lot to learn about women A lot to learn about women women What's to learn about women We've both got a lot to learn Surprise surprise There's a hell of a well in your eyes Have we won the no Nobel Prize Has the colour run out of our dyes Surprise surprise There's a hell of a well in your eyes When the barman said "What're you drinking?" I said marriage on the rocks I know I never had the style or dash of Errol Flynn But I loved you Don't hang up Don't hang up Don't say ...... |
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Another fish head in the dustbin
Another loser in the queue for the soup kitchen Another reason for a visit We think you'd better come down Another nigger on the woodpile Another honky on the dole Another trip from off the 15th floor The greatest story ever told Was so wrong, so wrong 'Cos you promised milk and honey With an everlasting life And we listened with our ears closed And a blindness in our eyes But we heard them as they nailed you And we saw you crucified The second coming of the Holy Ghost We need a pocketful of miracles Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet We kept his seat warm and the table set The second sitting for the Last Supper Another Guru in the money Another mantra in the mail An easy way from rags to riches God's little acre's up for sale The time is right for ressurection We think you'd better come down The church don't ring with hallelujahs You haven't been for so long So long, so long Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet We kept his seat warm and the table set The second sitting for the Last Supper |
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