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Tell me a story
What must I do to take a holiday show me a bill that they can make me pay tell me a story and maybe I'll believe it Me I'm just a lucky guy Young and free too hard to cry Lorna from my school she's 21 She's good looking and a married girl so tell me a story tell me stories and man I ain't complaining Me I'm just a lucky guy Young and hard too tough to cry Standing in a show the lights ain't low they're shining down on me and I like, I like it just like I like I like it I'm taking like I find it What did they do to chill the joy away what did they do to say you had to pay and pay and pay Tell me stories you know I never can believe them never ever Me I'm just a lucky guy I'm young and free too dumb to cry What must I do to take a holiday show me a bill that they can make me pay tell me a story and maybe I'll believe it Me I'm just a lucky guy I'm Young and free too hard to cry |
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| 2. |
| 1:30 |
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I'm healthy as a horse
Ahh, but everything is spinnin' And if I use a gun I'm sure to go to prison I'm stubborn as a mule and nobody breaks my rules Ahh, but nothin' comes my way. I've got a hard-ass pair of shoulders I've got a love you can't imagine Yeah, and what I got I double I swear I'm keepin' out of trouble. I'm lookin' for one new value I'm lookin' for one new value but nothing comes my way. We live in the same world.. We were young in the 20th century... Ahh, but nothin' comes my way. |
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| 2:58 |
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I love girls
There all over this world Hah! Like to look at ya Well I'm gonna tell you about girls. They're all over this world Some have beautiful shapes I wanna live to be ninety-eight Yeah, somebody to talk to And I like to look at you Yeah, somebody to talk to And I love to look at you 'Cause you're a real fine girl Last week in Paree I was hanging down with Suzee That crazy French magazine She turned me backwards to a new scene 'Cause she was somebody to talk to And to tell my troubles to She was somebody that's so fine Worth my looking in to She's a beautiful girl, girl, girl Summertime Oh, and the living is easy The girls are jumping And the cotton is high Your daddy is rich And your mama's good looking So hush little baby And don't you cry 'Cause you're a real fine girl |
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| 4. |
| 2:49 |
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I'm bored.
I'm the chairman of the bored, I'm lengthenin' my log, I'm livin' like a dog. I'm bored. I bore myself to sleep at night, I bore myself in broad daylight, 'Cause I'm bored, Just another slimey bore. I'm free to bore my well-bought friends, And spend my cash until the end, 'Cause I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm the chairman of the board. I'm sick, I'm sick of all my kicks, I'm sick of all the stiffs, I'm sick of all the dips, I'm bored. I bore myself to sleep at night, I bore myself in broad daylight 'Cause I'm bored, I'm bored, Just another dirty bore. All right doll-face, Come on and bore me. I am sick, I am sick of all my kicks, I am sick of all the stiffs, I'm sick of all the dips, I'm sick. I'm sick when I go to sleep at night, I'm still sick in the broad daylight, 'Cause I'm bored!, I'm bored, I'm the chairman of the... bored! |
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| 5. |
| 3:38 |
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don't look down
they're making sorta crazy sounds don't look down , no don't know who else came to kneel on this empty battlefield but when i hear that crazy s0und, i don't look down from central park to shanty town i always hear that crazy sound from new york to shanty town there's always something else don't look down, no i went this morning to the cemetery to see old rudy valentino buried lipstick traces on his name he never looked down 'cause they were making crazy sounds from central park to shanty town he always heard that crazy sound there's always something else don't look down, no when i see you standing there i can't see the clothes you wear i just hear that crazy sound and i can't look down from central park to shanty town i've always heard that crazy sound from new york to shanty town there's always something else don't look down, no don't look down don't look, don't look down no i won't be bored i won't be there look at life it's no piece of cake when i hear that crazy sound i don't look down from central park to shanty town i always hear that crazy sound from new york to shanty town there's always something else don't look down, no don't look down, no Well, don't look, don't look down |
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| 6. |
| 4:51 |
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Oh baby, what a place to be
In the service of the bourgeoisie Where can my believers be I wanna jump into the endless sea Oh, oh the endless sea Oh, oh the endless sea I wanna jump into the endless sea Let it wash all over me Above us is a dirty sky Full of youths and liquors A little girl, a little guy This air can't get much thicker Oh, oh the endless sea Oh, oh the endless sea Oh, oh the endless sea Let it wash all over me And when you're tight for the rent You think you're gonna break But you know it's no damn good Just one more phony on the take You better go home, buddy I really think, You better go home, buddy You better go home, buddy The endless sea |
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| 4:31 |
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Yeah, I like it
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! I'm only five foot one I got a pain in my neck I'm looking up in the city What the hell what the heck I stare at the concrete The girders eye high The steel's above me There's love in my eyes And I'm doing the things A five foot one man can do I'm only five foot one I got a pain in my heart All the night I'm working In the amusement park With a bottle of aspirin A sack full of jokes I wish I could go home With all the big folks And I wish life could be Swedish magazines I wish life could be Swedish magazines I wish life could be Anything Ugh! Aie! Aie! Aie! Ugh! I'm only five foot one Unless the time has come I won't grow anymore Anymore, anymore, anymore 'Till I'm losing my head I'm checkin' it twice I'm gonna find out who's naughty and nice And I'm doing the things a five foot one man can do I wish life could be Swedish magazines (x3) I wish life could be Yeah, I wish life could be Oooooooooohhh I wish life could be I wish life could be Swedish magazines I wish life could be Swedish magazines I wish life could be I won't grow anymore (x3) Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore I'm only five foot one (x3) I'm five foot one |
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| 8. |
| 2:54 |
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How do you fix a broken part
How come the sun's too bright to live Tell me how to fix it How do you fix a broken heart Who said this life's too much to bear Just tell me how to fix it It's boken It's broken What good is it broken What good is it How can I fix this broken heart How come the sun's too bright to bear Anyway I fix it So take off your hard hats boys In a moment of silence Yeah, get out the your toolbox boys You'll fix me I know it How do you fix it Get out the toolbox boys I know you can fix things I know you can fix things I know you can fix things I know you can fix it So how do you fix it A broken heart Fix my broken heart Fix my broken heart (to fade |
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| 9. |
| 3:43 |
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Still when I was crying
You were on my side Angel, you can come and see me here tonight Angel, of course you're always more than welcome here Still I'm needing somebody else: again. Writings up my place There is nothing much I want to do about it The way I fall without you The way I'm dull without you I split my score, offer you love. Still when I was crying You were on my side Angel, I never thought that I'd be free or clear Angel, except for you, I doubt that I'd be here Still I'm needing somebody else: again. Still I'm needing somebody else: again. |
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| 2:29 |
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Because of curiosity
All the Vandals had to see The golden throne Of Ancient Rome And brought the city to its knees Because of curiosity Because of curiosity I'm just riddled with anxiety I'm the lowest level As a matter of fact I often dwell for days on this But when I see your smiling face I'm so disgraced And if you're holding out on me I get curious As curious as I can be Curious Because of curiosity Curiosity killed the cat But satisfaction brought it back In terms of this cat As a matter of fact I'll meet you at the old mouse hole I'll meet you at the old mouse hole When I see your smiling face I'm so disgraced If you're holding out on me I get curious As curious as I can be Curious as I can be Curious as I can be Yeah, curiosity |
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| 3:35 | 
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| 12. |
| 2:28 |
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Billy was a Bird dog
He pulled up in a Bonneville I went to see my manager He usually handles these things Billy pulled his wallet Full of hundred dollar bills Took me for a joyride Talkin' 'bout the stereo Drivin' in the left lane I'm thinkin' 'bout my burial We pulled into the liquor store And he was underage And all he said to me was Put your money away 'Cause Billy is a runaway Billy's got a Family Gonna skin him alive His dope dealing sister Wants him to join the enterprise I leave him at the motel They can talk it all over His sister's got a baby now And Billy hardly knows her Well I'm a friendly kind of guy And I had to have him over I gave him a drink What do you think His hands start shakin' His boots start quakin' Billy is a runaway (x4) Runaway (x3) His hands start shakin' His boots start quakin' Runaway baby Billy is a runaway (x2) |
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| 2:44 |
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| 2:55 |
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