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| 1. |
| 2:19 | 
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This cat's on a hot tin roof Drinkin' that whiskey, 96 proof Don't need no doctor, don't feel no pain My legs are just two steps ahead of my brain This cat's on a hot tin roof This cat's gonna shake it loose This cat don't get the blues 'Cause this cat's shakin' on a hot tin roof This cat's been out on the town I'm the cat's meow, I'm the king with a crown My head is spinnin' and I got the shakes I can't stop now 'cause I got no brakes This cat's on a hot tin roof This cat's gonna shake it loose This cat don't get the blues 'Cause this cat's shakin' on a hot tin roof There ain't no point in holdin' me down I'll kick and I'll scratch and I'll howl Hey hound dog, get outta my way 'Cause this cat is on the prowl This cat's on a hot tin roof Jumpin' up and down like a long neck goose Shimmy and shake, baby you can't fail Rockin' so hard that it's off the scale This cat's on a hot tin roof This cat's gonna shake it loose This cat don't get the blues 'Cause this cat's shakin' on a hot tin roof |
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| 2. |
| 3:14 |
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> I got a little boogie but it ain't too clean
It's real low down and it's kinda mean The dirty boogie The dirty boogie When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me The dirty boogie What's it called? The dirty boogie Hey you all The dirty boogie How's it go? The dirty boogie Not too slow When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me Well you rattle and shake, you moan and groan A girl like you I could never bring home The dirty boogie The dirty boogie When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me The dirty boogie What's it called? The dirty boogie Hey you all The dirty boogie How's it go? The dirty boogie Not too slow When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me They're shakin' their hips and scream and shout And doin' things I can't even talk about The dirty boogie Catch my drift The dirty boogie When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me The dirty boogie What's it called? The dirty boogie Hey you all The dirty boogie How's it go? The dirty boogie Not too slow When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me |
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| 3:07 |
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This old house once knew its children This old house once knew its wife This old house was home and comfort As they fought the storms of life This old house once rang with laughter This old house heard many shouts Now it trembles in the darkness When the lightning walks about Ain't gonna need this house no longer Ain't gonna need this house no more Ain't got time to fix the shingles Ain't got time to fix the floor Ain't got time to oil the hinges Nor to mend the window pain Ain't gonna need this house no longer He's getting ready to meet the saints This old house is gettin' shaky This old house is gettin' old This old house has seen the rain This old house has seen the cold Oh his knees are gettin' chilly But he feels no fear or pain 'Cause he sees an angel peepin' Through a broken window pane Ain't gonna need this house no longer Ain't gonna need this house no more Ain't got time to fix the shingles Ain't got time to fix the floor Ain't got time to oil the hinges Nor to mend the window pain Ain't gonna need this house no longer He's getting ready to meet the saints This old house is gettin' shaky This old house is gettin' old This old house has seen the rain This old house has seen the cold Oh his knees are gettin' chilly But he feels no fear or pain 'Cause he sees an angel peepin' Through a broken window pane Ain't gonna need this house no longer Ain't gonna need this house no more Ain't got time to fix the shingles Ain't got time to fix the floor Ain't got time to oil the hinges Nor to mend the window pain Ain't gonna need this house no longer He's getting ready to meet the saints |
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| 4. |
| 3:42 |
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written by B. Setzer
You only go around once on this big spinnin' planet of love So don't be wastin' my time Tell me what you're dreamin' of We'll take a rocket to the moon and when we get that far I'll hang your coat and hat upon a shooting star Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Hang up the cat and put the dog out to dry Roll up the bird, let the alligator wave bye-bye We'll take a sloe gin to China, a train to Peru In a rusty old steamer or a leaky canoe Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Around the block in a hot balloon sounds awfully good to me Or a seat on the wing of a jumbo jet flying straight to Mercury What's the matter with me? Baby I've been such a fool We'll hop on a raft and navigate around in the pool We'll take a rocket to the moon and when we get that far I'll hang your coat and hat upon a shooting star Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Let's live it up! What's the matter with me? Baby I've been such a fool We'll hop on a raft and navigate around in the pool We'll take a rocket to the moon and when we get that far I'll hang your coat and hat upon a shooting star Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Let's live it up! |
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| 3:50 | 
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| 6. |
| 2:54 |
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Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail
Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail You better come inside Let me teach you how to jive and wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale Mama's in the backyard learning how to jive and wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male One good thing about him He knows how to jive and wail Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail Jill stayed up, she wants to learn how to jive and wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! You gotta jump, jive... You gotta jump, jive... You gotta jump, jive... (fade out) |
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| 3:44 |
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| 8. |
| 6:38 |
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written by B. Setzer
Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up and ten, gonna get you home at two Your mama don't know what I got in store for you But baby that's all right we're looking as cool as can be We found a little place that really didn't look half bad I had a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put a quarter right into that can But all it played was disco, man Come on pretty baby, let's get out of here right away We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make 'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock 'til we pop Gonna roll 'til we drop Rock this town Rock it inside out Well, we're having a ball just tearing up the big dance floor Well, there's a real square cat, he looks 1974 Well, he looked at me once, he looked at me twice Look at me again and there's gonna be a fight We're gonna rock this town Rip this place apart We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make 'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock 'til we pop Gonna roll 'til we drop Rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make 'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock 'til we pop Gonna roll 'til we drop Rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside Yeah, we're gonna rock this town Tear it up We're gonna rip it down Rock this town Rock it inside out |
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| 4:09 |
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written by J. Rock, W. Lester, J. Beaumont, J. Verscharen, and J. Vogel
I don't have plans and schemes And I don't have hopes and dreams Baby, I just don't have anything Since I don't have you I don't have fond desires And I don't have happy hours Baby, I just don't have anything, anything Since I don't have you, I don't have you I don't have happiness And I guess I never will ever again When you walked out on me In walked old misery And he's been here since then I don't have love to share And I don't have one who cares Baby, I just don't have anything Since I don't have you, I don't have you I don't have happiness And I guess I never will ever again When you walked out on me In walked old misery And he's been here since then I don't have love to share And I don't have one who cares Baby, I just don't have anything Since I don't have you |
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| 3:31 |
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written by B. Setzer
Switchblade 327 Lit cigarette in his hand Steel-toed boots on the accelerator Oil leakin' outta the pan Switchblade, three two-barrels Gettin' there as fast as he can All juiced up like a hot carburetor Spittin' gas onto the fan Blacktop burnout, Saturday night Try to catch him if you can Switchblade 327 Switchblade, seven come eleven Switchblade, he's all right When he gets drunk he fights all night Switchblade 327 Pullin' way ahead of the pack Chop top deuce, Saturday night Flames shootin' outta the back Switchblade, don't cut him off He won't cut you no slack He'll cut you to ribbons if you come to town He'll carve his name in your back Blacktop burnout, Saturday night Try to catch him if you can Switchblade 327 Switchblade, seven come eleven Switchblade, he's all right When he gets drunk he fights all night Switchblade 327 Someone was calling his name All he could hear was his engine And the sound of the pouring down rain Switchblade 327 Ran 125 down the lane But someone had cut both his fuel lines And the '32 burst into flames Blacktop burnout, Saturday night Try to catch him if you can Switchblade 327 Switchblade, seven come eleven Switchblade, he's all right When he gets drunk he fights all night (repeat) |
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| 2:55 |
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written by J. Lieber and M. Stoller
There's a man in town all the women know He goes by the name of Nosey Joe He don't care if they're married He takes his pick Long as they're women, he's ready to stick His big nose in their business His big nose in their business That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know He ain't good lookin' and he ain't big and stong The guy's got a nose that's four foot long I'm tellin' you women, this ain't no jive If you get too close this man will drive His big nose in your business His big nose in your business That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know I saw him just the other day Tried to steal my gal away He offered her money He offered her love She said thank you sir, but please don't shove Your big nose in my business Your big nose in my business That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know Old Nosey finally lost his life Messin' with my buddy's wife My buddy caught him with his chick Chopped off his nose, now he can't stick His big nose in my business His big nose in my business That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know |
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| 5:37 |
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written by B. Setzer
There's a place where you can go Music's hot and lights are low But there's something you should know Before the night is through 'Neath a buzzing neon sign Dressed in style so cool and refined Stands a man from another time Who's calling out to you There in the night that has heard a thousand voices Whispered a thousand names Sang out a thousand love songs He lives his Hollywood nocturne There's a place he'd like to go Where it's cool and lights are low But the shadows won't let go They dance and call his name As he roams the streets at night Haunted by this devil sight There's a man in dark red light Who's calling out to you There in the night that has heard a thousand voices Whispered a thousand names Sang out a thousand love songs He lives his Hollywood nocturne His Hollywood nocturne His Hollywood nocturne |
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| 4:04 |
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written by B. Darin
As long as I'm singin' There's a bell up in my brain that's ringin' Makin' a crazy ding dong And if this band don't desert me Then there's nothin' in the world can hurt me As long as I'm singin' my song Give me trumpets, legato Put some saxes with 'em Bones, pizzicato Gimme rhythm As long as I'm singin' Then the world's all right And everything's swingin' Long as I'm singin' my song As long as I'm singin' Then the world's all right And everything's swingin' Long as I'm singin' my Long as I'm singin' my Long as I'm singin' my song |
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