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This summer I went swimming
This summer I might have drowned But I held my breath, I kicked my feet Moved my arms around I moved my arms around This summer I swam in the ocean And I swam in a swimming pool Salt my wounds, chlorined my eyes I'm a self-destructive fool Self-destructive fool This summer I did the back stroke And you know that that's not all I did the breast stroke, the butterfly And the old Australian crawl The old Australian crawl This summer I swam in a public place And a reservoir to boot At the latter I was informal At the former I wore my suit I wore my swimming suit Oh, this summer I did swan dives And jack-knives for you all And once when you weren't looking I did a cannon-ball I did a cannon-ball This summer I went swimming This summer I might have drowned But I held my breath, I kicked my feet And moved my arms around |
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| 3. |
| 2:29 |
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| 1:18 |
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| 5. |
| 3:12 |
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I was standing down in Jerusalem Town one day
I was standing down in Jerusalem Town one day I was standing down in Jerusalem Town one day Singing... I am the way I can walk on the water and I can raise the dead I can walk on the water and I can raise the dead I can walk on the water and I can raise the dead It's easy.... I'm the way (spoken: this song has a romantic part to it) Don't tell nobody but I kissed Magdalene Don't tell nobody but I kissed Magdalene Don't tell nobody but I kissed Magdalene Right on the mouth I said Mary it's okay I'm the way (spoken: this is the pitiful part) Every son of God gets a little hard luck sometimes Every son of God gets a little hard luck sometimes Every son of God gets a little hard luck sometimes Specially when he goes around saying he's the way I am the way I am the way I'm the way |
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| 3:41 |
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| 7. |
| 3:59 |
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Well, I call you up on the phone: nobody's at home.
Then I do my usual thing: I let the telephone ring and ring and ring. I'm standing at a phone booth, coping with the ugly truth. You see, I know where you are... I know where you are. You're down drinking at the bar. I can picture you there on that stool, drinking like a drunken fool. Yeah, you're sitting there on your ass, muttering into your glass. Paying for your lowlife thrills with wet quarters and soggy one dollar bills. I know where you are, baby. You're down drinking at the bar. Dean Martin's on the jukebox, I bet. Or maybe it's Tammy Wynette. The tearjerkers are jerking your tears. Salt water in your whiskey and your beers. You've got the Miller High Life bouncing balls. You've got the Utica Club waterfalls. I know where you are, oh ho. You're down at the bar. You're down at the bar. Go ahead get drunk, it's alright. Lost weekend on a Tuesday night. But I'm going to have to give you the score: I'm not going to call you up on the telephone no more. I'm sick and tired of listening to that phone ring 15 times. I'm sick and tired of getting back my dimes! Because I know what you are. You're at sot, that's what you are. I know what you are. You're a lush. You got a big red nose! I know where you are, baby. I know where you are... You're down drinking at the bar. |
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| 6:18 |
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There once was a man who just couldn't cry
He hadn't cried for years and for years Napalmed babies and the movie love story For instance could not produce tears As a child he had cried as all children will Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan Things got bad, but he couldn't cry His dog was run over, his wife up and left him And after that he got sacked from his job Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob His novel was refused, his movie was panned And his big Broadway show was a flop He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail Oh, but still not a dribble or drop In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered And made to make license plates Water and bread was all he was fed But not once did a tear stain his face Doctors were called in, scientists, too Theologians were last and practically least They all agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff But in fact an insensitive beast He was removed from jail and placed in a place For the insensitive and the insane He played lots of chess and made lots of friends And he wept every time it would rain Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried On the forty-first day, he passed away He just dehydrated and died Well, he went up to heaven, located his dog Not only that, but he rejoined his arm Down below, all the critics, they loot it all back Cancer robbed the whore of her charm His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke The theologians were finally found out Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned down The earth suffered perpetual drought ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WAINWRIGHT <i>Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUB LLC OBO SNOWDEN MUSIC, INC.(ASCAP)</i> |
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| 2:47 |
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We've come a long way since we last shook hands
Still got a long way to go We couldn't see the flowers since we last shook hands Couldn't see the flowers on account of the snow What did you do with your burden and your cross Did you carry it yourself or did you crack You and I know that a burden and a cross Can only be carried on one man's back All my life I wanted to roam To go to the ends of the earth But the earth really ends where you started to roam You and I know what a circle is worth Let's drink a cup to what went down There's not much left to reveal I think I changed my mind after what went down As to who in the end got the better deal Give me your hand for the parting touch Fare thee well and thanks a lot I know that we promised we would keep in touch But you and I know that we both forgot We've come a long way since we last shook hands Still got a long way to go Couldn't see the flowers when we last shook hands Couldn't see the flowers on account of the snow |
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Well it's 3am, and so I creep
Around the house 'cause you're asleep I can't sleep, I gotta smoke I think I left some in my coat No they're not there, but there's a chance I left some in a packet in my pants Bumped into the table, just below the belt If you were a man baby you'd know how that felt Just one thing I don't want to do And that one thing is to wake up you My hands are shaking, my brow it is damp Bumped into the chair, knocked over the lamp Bumped into the chair, knocked over the lamp Sure I know where some cigarettes are But it's too cold outside to go to the car I know this habit of mine, it's gotta be fed I'm gonna get down I'm gonna scrounge around under the bed Under the bed, down on the floor Up on top baby I can hear you snore Snore baby... ooooooh Snore baby... ooooooh Eureka! I'm in luck I found some matches and a crumpled butt And just to show I love you I'm not gonna look for an ashtray baby, I'm gonna use your shoe! |
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| 2:05 |
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| 12. |
| 2:58 |
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Shut up and go to bed
Put the pillow under your head I'm sick and tired of all your worries Shut up and say goodnight Say your prayers and turn off the light I'm sick and tired of all your sob-stories Shut up and shut your eyes No more histrionics, no more college tries Stop pushing, stop shoving, stop straining Shut your mouth and button your lip You're a late night faucet that's gotta drip All you're doing is merely complaining The excuse that you're crazy is useless You're not biting you're barking you're toothless But you're ruthless (you're Rufus) Shut up and count some sheep And do me a favor, don't bitch in your sleep No more agony, please no more sorrow Shut up and catch some Zs Ice cream with a cherry plus a big pretty please I promise we'll resume tomorrow...Goodnight. |
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