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You've been sleeping in a field
But you look real rested You set out to outrage But you can't get arrested You say your image is new But it looks well tested You're lost without a crowd Yet you go your own way You say your summer has gone Now the winter is crawling in They say that even in your day Somehow you never could quite fit in Though it's cold outside I know the summer's gonna come again Because you know what they say Every dog has his day You're a misfit Afraid of yourself, so you run away and hide You've been a misfit all your life Why don't you join the crowd and come inside You wander 'round this town Like you've lost your way You had your chance in your day Yet you threw it all away But you know what they say Every dog has his day Look at all the losers and the mad-eyed gazers Look at all the loonies and the sad-eyed failures They've giving up living 'cause they just don't care So take a good look around, the misfits are everywhere This is your chance This is your time So don't throw it away You can have your day 'Cause it's true what they say Every dog has his day You're a misfit Afraid of yourself so you run away and hide You've been a misfit all your life But why don't you join the crowd and come inside You wander 'round this town Like you've lost your way You had your chance in your day Yet you threw it all away Now you're lost in the crowd Yet still go your own way |
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Sitting by my stereo all alone
My baby calls me on the telephone She says, Baby take me out for a dance I tell my baby I feel so bad I can't go out and it's making me sad But when you see me, I know you will understand I got hay fever, blocking up my head Hay fever, I ought to be in bed How can I dance when I can hardly breathe Wish I could cure this infernal allergy I got, hay fever blocking up my brain Hay fever, feel the sinus pains And all the pills and the powders are in vain Thought I was cured but here it comes again It goes ooh-ah The pollen count's getting higher and higher My eyes are sore and my nose is on fire My throat's dry now and I'm starting to perspire My stuffed up head's killing all of my desire I got hay fever, you wicked allergy, Hay fever, you put the curse on me and I've inhaled every know remedy I can't stay cool 'cos I'm starting to sneeze I can't make love when I can't hardly breathe We start to dance and my nose starts to bleed There must be a cure for this hay fever Is there a pill or a powder I can take I must get a cure, for my romance is at stake Hey fever, you tore my image down Hey fever, I must look like a clown I must have used every tissue in town I'm running round sniffin' like a hound It goes ooh-ah I wanna kiss but I'm sneezin' instead I can't make love when my head feels like lead How can I pose when my nose is all red We should be home, should be tucked up in bed But I got hay fever Hay Fever Hay Fever Hay Fever Hay Fever |
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Everybody got the right to speak their mind
So don't shoot me for saying mine Everybody talking about racial equality 'Cos everybody's equal in the good Lord's eyes But if I told you that God was black What would you think of that I bet you wouldn't believe it There's a self made prophet living right next to me He said the Black Messiah's gonna come and set the whole world free He looked at me with his evil eye and prophesied And he really believed it He said a Black Messiah is gonna set the world on fire And he's no liar, 'cos he has truly heard the word Everybody talking about racial equality But I'm the only honky living on an all black street They knock me down 'cos they brown and I white Everybody got the right to speak their mind So don't shoot me for saying mine Everyobody talking about racial equality You hear everybody talking about equal rights But white's white, black's black and that's that And that's the way you should leave it Don't want no Black Messiah to come and set the world on fire A Black Messiah is gonna come and rule the world Everybody got to show a little give and take Everybody got to live with a little less hate Everybody gotta work it out, we gotta sort it out Everbody got the right to speak their mind So don't shoot me for saying mine |
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Hello you, hello me, hello people we used to be
Isn't it strange, we never changed We've been through it all yet we're still the same And I know it's a miracle, we still go, and for all we know We might still have a way to go Hello me, hello you, you say you want out Want to start anew, throw in your hand Break up the band, start a new life, be a new man But for all we know, we might still have a way to go Before you go, there's something you ought to know There's a guy in my block, he lives for rock He plays records day and night And when he feels down, he puts some rock 'n' roll on And it makes him feel alright And when he feels the world is closing in He turns his stereo way up high He just spends his life, living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy He just spends his life, living on the edge of reality He just spends his life, in a rock 'n' roll fantasy He just spends his life, living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy He just spends his life, living on the edge of reality He just spends his life, in a rock 'n' roll fantasy He just spends his life, livingt in a rock 'n' roll fantasy Look at me, look at you You say you've got nothing left to prove The King is dead, rock is done You might be through but I've just begun I don't know, I feel free and I won't let go Before you go, there's something you ought to know Dan is a fan and he lives for our music It's the only thing that gets him by He's watched us grow and he's seen all our shows He's seen us low and he's seen us high Oh, but you and me keep thinking That the world's just passing us by Dont' want to spend my life, living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy Don't want to spend my life living on the edge of reality Don't want to waste my life, hiding away anymore Don't want to spend my life, living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy... |
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It was a matter of fact that when I paid all my tax
I held my world in the palm of my hand And all of my debts were causing me to defect To a land of bananas and sand So I ran, yes I ran, yes I ran to a foreign land Here I am, here I am Here I am in a foreign land I'm so glad we made it I thought we'd never land I grabbed all my cash And decided to dash far away far away, far away to a foreign land Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land Goodbye to all of the rich man's daughters Goodbye to my debts now I'm 'way cross the water Far away, far away in a foreign land Here I am, here I am here I am in a foreign land La la la la la la La la la la la la Please tell my mother and all my ex-lovers That I've finally made the grade Please tell my debtors and the money collectors That all of my bills will be paid some day I'm away, I'm away, far away in a foreign land Goodbye champagne and caviar set I wanna slum and drink all the rum I can get I'm away, I'm away in a foreign land Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land But I'm all out of my jack and I can't go back I'm away, far away, far away in a foreign land La la la la la la La la la la la la |
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Please call a doctor, I've been so depressed
That I think that I'm finally breakin I can't quite explain, I can't feel any pain But I know that this time I'm not fakin Oh, what can it be, oh, inside of me I saw my doctor he said man you look sick He said I think you better do something quick He checked me over and he said I was fit What you need is a change, have a shave, find a chic Your body functions, but your hair's a disgrace You shouldn't let it hang all over your face Change your image 'cos you look out of place Comb your hair, put on weight, try to look up to date Why don't you put in some permanent waves You'll look smooth you'll look cool, you'll be laughing You'll get lots of dates, you'll be made you'll get laid You'll get out and about, you'll be laughing Oh, you'll be O.K. once you get those permanent waves, I was really up but now I'm down once again I went out walking and it started to rain My perm washed out it just got flushed down the drain My neurosis returned, I'm a wreck once again But wait 'til I get back my permanent waves I'll be cool, I'll be smooth, I'll be laughing I'll be all the rage with my permanent waves And I'll start a new craze, I'll be laughing Oh, I'll be O.K. once I get my permanent waves Start a new craze, permanent waves I'll be all the rage, my permanent waves |
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Have you heard about trouble throughout the land
With the fascists and the left wing militants Out of work executives are killing themselves And the I.R.A. are killing everybody else Don't panic, don't lose control Keep your head, keep ahold Act normal there's nothing wrong Stay cool, just carry on You gotta live life and be yourself You can't live life for anyone else You gotta live life that's all you do Nobody gonna live your life for you Don't get depressed when you read in the press About world revolution and social unrest Try not to panic when you switch on the news And see crooked politicians and the unemployment queues It's only life it's really fine So don't you believe all you read in the headlines Live life see it through Carry on it's all you can do You gotta live life for yourself, can't live for anyone else You gotta live life, that's all you do Nobody gonna live their life for you Extra verse from long version: Trendy intellectuals always take action, for every cause that's ever been in fashion. Weekend revolutionaries protest and sing because they're dedicated followers of any old thing. They got every solution for every revolution. They live in the slums just like the poor people do but they'd rather sniff coke instead of glue. Right-wing fascists beat up the blacks, then they salute the Union Jack. You can't pretent there's nothing wrong, it's not the end, so just carry on. Oh, life's a mother, oh, life's a mother Oh, life's a mother, oh, life's a mother You gotta live life for yourself, can't live life for anyone else You gotta live life, that's all you can do Nobody gonna live their life for you Live life, you gotta live life You gotta live life, you gotta live life |
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Has anybody here seen a chick called Dick
He looks real burly but he's really hip He's six feet tall and his arms are all brown and hairy Well, he married Betty Lou back in '65 when you had to be butch to survive But lately he's been looking at his wife with mixed emotions You see, he's not a common place closet queen He shouldn't be hidden, he should be seen 'cos when he puts on that dress He looks like a princess The day he came out of the wardrobe Betty Lou got quite a surprise She didn't know whether she should get angry or not bat an eye She really couldn't call up her mother Mama would positively die Should she go or stay or should she try to get a trial separation You see, he's not a faggot as you might suppose He just feels restricted in conventional clothes 'cos when he puts on that dress, he feels like a princess He's not a dandy, he's only living out a fantasy He's not a pansy, he's only being what he wants to be Now his life is rearranged and he's grateful for the change He's out of the wardrobe and now he's got no regrets Betty Lou didn't know what to do at first But she's learning how to cope at last She's got the best of both worlds And she's really in a state of elation She says it helps their relationship She says a change is as good as a rest And their friends finally coming 'round to their way of thinking She wears the trousers and smokes the pipe And he washes up She helps him wipe 'Cos when he puts on that dress He looks like a princess He's out of the wardrobe and he's feeling alright He's out of the wardrobe and he's feeling satisfied Now it's farewell to the past The secret's out at last He's out of the wardrobe and now he's got no regrets |
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In a sheltered place where I viewed the world
And all that it contained I would see your face in a misty haze And wish that you were there Yes I wished that you were there Darling Fool, I was with you all the way Be as the flower that unfolds with each day Trust your place in time though you have won and lost How very much like me you are When you come to me Truly, truly trust your heart Truly, oh truly trust your heart Why bear malice just let it go So what of pride it will swallow you whole Here's to the judge, to the tyrant, and the beast You keep a knockin' but you can't come in Truly, truly trust your heart Truly, truly trust your heart The moonlight of your soul, fond memories to unfold Of the days when we were young Of the love we'd forever hold Truly, truly trust your heart Truly, truly trust your heart I bring thunder, lightning and rain For those who administer injustice and pain Comfort the weak and feed the poor What on earth do we need government for? Truly, truly trust your heart Truly, oh truly trust your heart |
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Here's a song for all the little men, who get forgotten
Trodden time and time again Here's a message for the little guy, don't let this situation pass you by You're in the middle while the big mouths fight You get it from the left and the right, ain't it crazy So get out of your easy chairs, we've got a lot to do out there Well ain't we Good's gone bad but right is wrong and I don't know which side I'm on lately Get up from the down you are in Come out of your homes and let's see your faces Get up out of your easy chairs, get up and show 'em that you're there Get up it's your one salvation Wise up to the situation Somebody gotta get up and shout Somebody gotta give us some clout You're the ones to make it all work out It all depends on you Get up off your arses men Don't let 'em think you're getting lazy Get up out of your easy chairs We gotta lot to do out there, well ain't we Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up |
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Everybody got the right to speak their mind
So don't shoot me for saying mine Everybody talking about racial equality 'Cos everybody's equal in the good Lord's eyes But if I told you that God was black What would you think of that I bet you wouldn't believe it There's a self made prophet living right next to me He said the Black Messiah's gonna come and set the whole world free He looked at me with his evil eye and prophesied And he really believed it He said a Black Messiah is gonna set the world on fire And he's no liar, 'cos he has truly heard the word Everybody talking about racial equality But I'm the only honky living on an all black street They knock me down 'cos they brown and I white Everybody got the right to speak their mind So don't shoot me for saying mine Everyobody talking about racial equality You hear everybody talking about equal rights But white's white, black's black and that's that And that's the way you should leave it Don't want no Black Messiah to come and set the world on fire A Black Messiah is gonna come and rule the world Everybody got to show a little give and take Everybody got to live with a little less hate Everybody gotta work it out, we gotta sort it out Everbody got the right to speak their mind So don't shoot me for saying mine |
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When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas Open my presents and I'd be glad But the last time I played Father Christmas I stood outside a department store A gang of kids came over and mugged me And knocked my reindeer to the floor They said: Father Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys. We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over We want your bread so don't make us annoyed Give all the toys to the little rich boys Don't give my brother a Steve Austin outfit Don't give my sister a cuddly toy We don't want a jigsaw or monopoly money We only want the real McCoy Father Christmas, give us some money We'll beat you up if you make us annoyed Father Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys But give my daddy a job 'cause he needs one He's got lots of mouths to feed But if you've got one, I'll have a machine gun So I can scare all the kids down the street Father Christmas, give us some money We got no time for your silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over Give all the toys to the little rich boys Have yourself a merry merry Christmas Have yourself a good time But remember the kids who got nothin' While you're drinkin' down your wine Father Christmas, give us some money We got no time for your silly toys We'll beat you up if you don't hand it over We want your bread, so don't make us annoyed Give all the toys to the little rich boys |
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