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Forgot my six-string raiser - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information - my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail All the way from Memphis 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll And there was my guitar, electric junk. Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same. Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed. Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl 'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold 'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll All the way from Memphis Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole! All the way from Memphis |
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| 2. |
| 2:43 |
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I was a city child with a dead-end smile
And a worm's-eye point of view And I had my eyes on you Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray You know, some kinda automobeat on the street Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver-jiver And he has converted me to rock'n'roll I just wanna dance to Honaloochie boogie yeah Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine You sure started somethin' Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news I get my kicks outta guitar licks Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger And I've sold my steel-toed shoes Now I got this friend and he's a spider west-sider You know, he's hung up on a protection rejection thing But I have made him see the light Honaloochie boogie yeah He just wanna dance to Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin' Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin |
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| 3. |
| 5:23 |
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God ain't jive
'N one by one For I can see his love As it runs alive Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no |
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| 4. |
| 3:59 |
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Baby took me out last night
Got a little cadillac bite. Shook me about - inside out Didn't get home 'till light. She's a grower, a goer - you gotta get to know her No chooser, a cruiser - you turn around she'll lose you Burned out as the light turned green Smoke-screened off her rail. He didn't see me comin' but he shoulda saw me runnin' Faster than the U.S. mail. She's a speeder, a leader You're really gotta meet her You see her, she thrills you, you look at her she'll kill you. Listen, fella, baby don't you sell her Don't you try and steal her away Hush, man logs in her dam Think you better fade away Detonator, jail-baiter - a radar radiator She'll annoy ya, destroy ya - she'll bring ya down in fire Create her, mistreat her - no use tryin' to beat her Admit it, she's greater, shame you weren't born later. |
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| 5. |
| 3:33 |
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Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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| 3:13 |
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Baby if you just say you still care
Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And, in the darkest night, Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I'll keep you safe and all right Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? No matter if fools say we can't win Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I know I'll fall in love again Baby in love and sweet romance So sing - we still got a chance Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Roll away the stone, roll away the stone Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it lie There's a rockabilly party on Saturday night Are you gonna be there Gonna bring your records (Well I got my invite) Made it! (Ohh, will do) Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Come on roll Come on roll, yeah Come on roll I want you to roll Come on rollCome on..... yeah |
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| 7. |
| 5:23 |
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I changed my name in search of fame to find the Midas touch
Oh I wish I'd never wanted then what I want now, twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans and we had a few divides But we never crossed emotion, for we felt too much inside You know all the tales we tell, you know the band so well Still I feel, somehow, we let you down We went off somewhere on the way and now I see we have to pay The rock n' roll circus is in town Buffin' lost his child-like dreams and Mick lost his guitar And Verden grew a line or two and Overend's just a rock n' roll star Behind these shades, the visions fade, as I learn a thing or two Oh but if I had my time again you all know just what I'd do Rock n' roll's a loser's game, it mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds We went off somewhere on the way and now I see we have to pay The rock n' roll circus is in town So rock n' roll's a loser's game, it mesmerizes and I can't explain The reasons for the sights and for the sounds The greasepaint still sticks to my face, so what the hell I can't erase The rock n' roll feeling from my mind From my mind From my mind From my mind ... |
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| 8. |
| 3:26 |
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Everybody hazy shell-shocked and crazy
Screaming for the face at the window Jeans for the genies dresses for the dreamies Fighting for a place in the front row Oh oh oh good for your body it's good for your soul Oh oh let's go it's the golden age of rock and roll Well you get a little buzz send for the fuzz Guitars gettin' higher and higher The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint Stoke more coke on the fire Oh oh oh gotta stay young you can never grow old Oh oh the golden age of rock and roll The golden age of rock and roll will never die As long as the children feel the need to laugh and cry Don't wanna wreck, just recreation Don't wanna fight but if you turn us down We're gonna turn you 'round Don't mess with the sound The show's gotta move everybody groove There ain't no trouble on the streets now So if the going gets rough don't you blame us Oh oh oh gotta stay young you can never grow old Oh oh the golden age of rock and roll |
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| 9. |
| 3:31 |
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Baby Baby tried to phone you - they said you were gone
Baby Baby please come home to me where you belong Foxy Foxy - you're all I have to hold Don't leave me alone out in the cold Baby Baby how I missed you - my love grows so strong Baby Baby wanna kiss you all night long Foxy Foxy oh you're all I'm living for You're all I see - I need nothing more When I put my arms around you - I'll surround you Make a vow to Never see you sighing -darling when you cry it makes me die Foxy Foxy oh I need you every day Not just when you want - not just when you say But I know I'll always love you Stars above shine down upon you Never leave me ever Darling will you be forever true? Foxy Foxy come out tonight Foxy Foxy it'll be alright Foxy Foxy oh let me into your heart Foxy Foxy give me one more chance Foxy Foxy give me one more dance Foxy Foxy don't let them keep us apart Foxy Foxy don't neglect me Foxy Foxy please don't reject me Foxy Foxy don't let it end 'fore it starts Foxy Foxy oh-oh-oh-oh Foxy Foxy oh-oh-oh-oh Foxy Foxy oh-oh-oh-oh |
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| 10. |
| 4:20 |
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Sixty-nine was cheapo wine,
Have a good time, What your sign Float up to the Roundhouse On a Sunday afternoon. In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company. In Seventy-one all the people come Bust a few seats but it's just in fun Take the Mick out of Top of the Pops We play better than they do In Seventy-two we was born to lose We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news I was ready to quit But then we went to Croydon Do you remember the Saturday gigs We do, we do Do you remember the Saturday gigs We do, we do The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time A fairy tale on sale Oh, Seventy-three was a jambouree We were the dudes and the dudes were we. (oh oh oh oh oh) Did you see the suits and the platform boots In Seventy-four on the Broadway tour We didn't much like dressing up no more Don't wanna be hip - but thanks for a great trip. Do you remember the Saturday gigs We do, we do Do you remember the Saturday gigs We do, we do But now the kids pay a couple of quid 'Cause they need it just the same It's all a game A grown-up game But you got off on those Saturday gigs And we did, we did 'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigs And we did, we did And we got off on those Saturday gigs And you did, you did And we got off on those Saturday gigs 'Cause you did, you did Don't you ever forget us We'll never forget you We're going to sleep now You better be good, right (ha ha ha) See you next time So long for now |
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