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Strut-tin’ with some bar-be-que,
Swing-in’ with the band; Like the hap-py peo-ple do Way down in dix-ie land Hear that ol’ trom-bone And the trum-pet ad-lib. Love to hear the lick, While I do my pick-in’ Pick-in’ on a jui-cy rib. ‘Cause I'm Strut-tin with some bar-be-que, feel-in' might-y grand; pass an-oth-er help-in’ please, of that good ol’ dix-ie land. And mis-ter wait-er if you please An-oth-er rib or two; And I’ll go strut, strut, strut-tin, Strut-tin' with some bar-be-que REPEAT |
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(intro)
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know What i've been going through to make my own, yeah... Now its time to hurt your feelings as i upset music industry fans Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right? You think i'm a monster, ill circus clown, i'm not a specimen Don't look at me funny when i come around And ya'll been trying to figure me out for years Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant What does a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame As i see 'em watching bet There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me I'm starting to feel like jimi hendrix When they cover the story who started rock Magazines put blankets over my interviews They don't want to see me on channel 7 news Tellin the truth of the project group Which they always have secret spies in with eyes Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks And dats, messin' up my whole format Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back Talkin about mariah carey's honky Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys While i break out to do the shopping, boy You're makin' a quick phone call About my sound is too new and different I need to be a regular like dru hill, a little more ill Hey keith we want you to be ill! Yeah, leave me alone! Hey keith, we want you to be ill! Of course i'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate Why you mad? cos i'm original? You can't do the material When i sit back and watch you act big Spend your budget on your video I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal While you front, 'lo i'll take my white rhyme down to world's fargo How long's it gonna take? 900 thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk I don't need a binge this year Took care of my paperwork Take the united taxi out to vegas While the average r'n'b group is doing a promo concert Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels Who try to put out underground mc's Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g How dare you try to insult me? I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me ?±welcome to the business?± Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness I ain't playin' all this african stuff, all look the same I don't need a joe neckbone puttin' his artwork on my cd Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne No, i'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure Besides i do wear a cold blue winter And eat at beautiful resturants... yeah! Yeah, leave me alone! Hey keith, we want you to be ill! Why you think i should wear a motorcycle helmet? Why don't you wear it? Put on some wings like a parrot Let's discuss this contract Why are you hypin' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like louis armstrongs Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like tracy chapman I canceled a big tour 'cos i was prepared You're on the roll with your damn money and ya're all scared Why ya'll walkin, look hard like your manager got your name All over your versatile card And plus, this video treatment sucks The fishlens effect The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks Look at the director trying to tell me what to do I've done this before 14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead Don't get your imagination too messed up I'm wearing a yankee hat and a starter I'm not dressing up How you gonna tell me what to wear? I don't need mascara and a stylist Save that for a big rock group like pantera Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworks Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed Too many people with hands in my projects Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man I'm like prince You might see me once every 5 years at the record company While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid Under the table doing routine dances for advances Oooh... you've been involved... Yeah, leave me alone! Hey keith, we want you to be ill! |
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Strut-tin’ with some bar-be-que,
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Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper, `I love you` Birds singin` in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me... Say `nighty-night` and kiss me, Just hold me tight and tell me you`ll miss me While I`m alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me... Stars fading, but I linger on, dear, Still craving your kiss I`m longing to linger til dawn, dear, Just saying this Sweet dreams til sun beams find you, Sweet dreams that leave our worries behind you But in your dreams, whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me Stars fading, but I linger on, dear, Still craving your kiss I`m longing to linger til dawn dear, Just saying this Sweet dreams til sun beams find you, Sweet dreams that lea ve our worries far behind you But in your dreams, whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me. |
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KISS OF FIRE
I touch your lips and all at once, the sparks go flying Those devil lips that know so well when I am lying And though I see the danger, still flames go higher I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire Just like a torch you set my soul within me burning I must go on along the road, no returning And though it burns me, it turns me into ashes My whole world crashes, without your kiss of fire I can't resist you, what good is there in trying What good is there denying, you're all that I desire Since first I kissed you, my heart was yours completely If I'm a slave, then it's a slave, I want to be... Don't pity me, don't pity me Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow Love me tonight, devil take tomorrow I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me Though it consumes me, your kiss of fire I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me Though it consumes me your kiss of fire. |
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Sitting in the sun
Counting my money Fanned by a summer breeze Sweeter than the honey Counting my money Those green backs on the tree Comes the summer shower Drops the rain falling Sweeter than Christmas chimes Hearing those jingles upon those blue singers Like pennys, nickels, and dimes ~ Though it's known That what I own It's not a large amount Feels like though That I behold In my bank account ~ Yes ~ sitting in the sun Counting my money Happy as I can be And to top it all The shadows fall I look to heaven and I see ~ There is a single dollar in the sky Shining down on me ~ Yes ~ Sitting in the sun Counting my money Happy as I can be And to top it all The shadows fall I look to heaven and I see ~ There is a single dollar in the sky And it's shining me ~ And shining in Shining down on me ~~~ |
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I said hello, Dolly,......well, hello, Dolly It's so nice to have you back where you belong You're lookin' swell, Dolly.......I can tell, Dolly You're still glowin'...you're still crowin'...you're still goin' strong I feel that room swayin'......while the band's playin' One of your old favourite songs from way back when So..... take her wrap, fellas.......find her an empty lap, fellas Dolly'll never go away again (instrumental break) I said hello, Dolly,.....well, hello, Dolly It's so nice to have you back where you belong You're lookin' swell, Dolly.....I can tell, Dolly You're still glowin'...you're still crowin'...you're still goin' strong I feel the room swayin'...while that ole band keeps on playin' One of your old favourite songs from way back when So...golly, gee, fellas....find her an empty knee, fellas Dolly'll never go away....I said she'll never go away Dolly'll never go away again |
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It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square, Drinks were being served as usual, And a goodly crowd was there. When up steped old joe McGuinny His eyes were bloodshot red; As he poured himself more wiskey, This is what he said: I went down to the St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there, Streched out on a cold white table, So sweet, so cold, so fair. So Let her go, let her go, God bless her; Wherever she may be **see note** She may search this wide world over but she'll never find a sweet man like me. When I die, want you to dress me in straght laced shoes A box back coat and a Stetson hat; Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the boys know I died standin' pat. **verses not in original recording** There are sixteen cold black horses, Hitched to her rubber tired hack; There are seven women goin' to that graveyard, and only six of 'em are coming back. Now that you'v heard my story, pour me one more shot of booz; And if anyone comes askin' about me, Tell 'em I got, Saint James Infermery blues. Some people exchange "She never did love me" for the line "Where ever she may be" that was in the original. |
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(Ory/Gilbert)
I look at them shuffle and the shuffle come down Ramblin' and scramblin' and a-headin' for town Hoppin' and boppin' and a-buzzin' around Happily awaitin' at the station I look at that train number 709 Hoppin' and boppin' and arrivin' on time Who do you think is about to arrive The band they call the Dixieland Five They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune Like the way you never heard it played Get ready for the big parade All together now - one and two Join that happy crowd Tellin' me that ramblin' scramblin' muskrat song Come on, ramble along Yeah |
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Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.
Chorus: Oh, when the saints go marching in, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in. And when the sun refuse to shine, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine. Oh, when the trumpet sound its call, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call. Oh, when the new world is revealed, (Repeat) oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed. (Chorus) |
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Cabaret
J. Kander and Fred Ebb What good is sitting...alone in your room Come, hear the music play Life is a cabaret, ole chum...come to the cabaret Put down that knittin?...that book and the broom It’s time for a holiday Life is a cabaret, ole chum...so come to the cabaret Come taste the wine...come hear the band Yes it?s time...for celebratin? Right this way your table´s waitin? No use permittin?....some prophet of doom To wipe every smile away Life is a cabaret , ole chum...come to the cabaret (instrumental break) Come taste the wine...come hear the band Come blow your horn...start celebratin? Right this way your table´s waitin? No use admmitin?....that ole prince of doom Wipe all those smiles away Life is a cabaret , old chum Only a cabaret, old chum So come to the cabaret |
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Mack the Knife
Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear And he shows them pearly white Just a jack-knife has Mac-heath dear And he keeps it out of sight When the shark bites with his teeth dear Scarlet billows start to spread Fancy gloves though wears Mac-heath dear So there's not a trace of red On the sidewalk Sunday morning Lies a body oozing life Someone's sneaking 'round the corner Is the someone Mack the Knife From a tugboat by the river A cement bag's dropping down The cement's just for the weight dear Bet you Mackies's back in town Louis Miller disappeared dear After drawing out his cash And Mac-heath spends like a sailo Did our boy do something rash Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver Polly Peachum Lucy Brown O the line forms on the right dear Now that Mackie's back in town -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MACK THE KNIFE Oh the shark has pretty teeth dear, and he shows them pearly white. Just a jack-knife has Mack Heath dear, and he keeps it out of sight. When the shark bites with his teeth dear, scarlet billows start to spread. Fancy gloves do, wears Mack Heath dear, so there's not trace of red. On the sidewalk Sunday morning ... lies a body oozing life. Someone's sneaking around the corner. Is that someone Mack the Knife? Yes from a tugboat by the river..... a cement bag drooping down. And the cement's, for the weight dear. You know that Mack Heath's back in town. Yeah Louis Miller disappeared dear, after drawing out all his cash. And Mack Heath spends like a sailor. Did our boy do something rash? Suki Todre, Jenny Diver, Lotti Lenya, sweet Lucy Brown. Yes the line forms on the right dear, now that Mack Heath's back in town. |
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Won’t you come and go with me
Down that mississippi We’ll take a boat to the land of dreams Come along with me on, down to new orleans Now the band’s there to greet us Old friends will meet us Where all them folks goin to the st. louis cemetary meet Heaven on earth.... they call it basin street I’m tellin’ ya, basin street...... is the street Where all them characters from the first street they meet New orleans..... land of dreams You’ll never miss them rice and beans Way down south in new orleans They’ll be huggin’.... and a kissin’ That’s what I been missin’ And all that music....lord, if you just listen’ New orleans....i got them basin street blues (instrumental break) Now ain’t you glad you went with me On down that mississippi We took a boat to the land of dreams Heaven on earth...they call it basin street |
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