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| 1. |
| 3:01 | 
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Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen, and I don't know what I want Eighteen, I just don't know what I want Eighteen, I gotta get away I've gotta get out of this place I'll go runnin' in outer space, oh yeah I've got a baby's brain and an old man's heart Took eighteen years to get this far Don't always know what I'm talkin' about Feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt 'Cause I'm eighteen, I get confused every day Eighteen, I just don't know what to say Eighteen, I gotta get away Woah, lines form on my face and my hands Lines form on the left and right I'm in the middle, the middle of life I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I like it Yes, I like it Oh, I like it, love it, like it, love it Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, eighteen and I like it |
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| 2. |
| 2:40 |
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What have I got
that makes you want to love me Is it my body or someone I might be or somethin' inside me You better tell me Tell me It's really up to you Have you got the time to find out Who I really am What does it take to get inside of your mind Give me a break and take a chance for the very first time You better tell me Tell me It's really up to you Have you got the time to find out Who I really am What have I got that makes you want to love me Now is it my body or someone I might be or somethin' inside me You better tell me Tell me It's really up to you Have you got the time to find out Who I really am |
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| 3. |
| 3:30 |
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I'm a gambler
And I'm a runner But you knew that When you layed down I'm a picture of Ugly stories I'm a killer and I'm a clown Step into the street by sundown Step into your last goodbye You're a target just by living Twenty dollars will make you die I wear lace And I wear black leather My hands are lightning Upon my gun My shots are clean And my, my shots are final My shots are deadly And when it's done You're as stiff as my smoking barrel You're as dead as a desert night You're a notch And I'm a legend You're at peace And I must hide Tell me where the hell I'm going Let my bones fall in the dust Can't you hear that ghost that's calling? As my Colt begins to rust In the dust I'm a killer I'm a clown I'm a priest That's gone to town |
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| 4. |
| 2:49 |
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The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you, babe I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah But you were under my wheels honey Why don't you let me be? Cuz when you call me on the telephone, sayin Take me to the show And then I say honey I just can't go The old lady says You can't leave her home. The telephone is ringing You've got me on the run I'm driving in my car now I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you, got you, under my wheels! The telephone is ringing, You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you babe I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah yeah yeah But you were under my wheels, honey Why don't you let me be? I gotta you under my wheels |
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| 5. |
| 3:21 |
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She struts into the room
Well I don't know her But with a magnifying glance I just sorta look her over We have a drink or two,..well maybe three And then suddenly, she starts telling me her life story She says Baby, if you wanna, be my lover You better take me home Cuz it's a long long way to paradise And I'm still on my own. Told her that I came from Detroit City And I played guitar in a long haired rock and roll band She asked me why the singer's name was Alice I said Listen baby, you really wouldn't understand And I said On my own, Oh,baby,if you wanna,be my lover, You better take me home, Cuz it's a long, long way,to paradise, and I'm still on my own,own |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys Makin all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well we can't salute ya Can't find a flag If that don't suit ya That's a drag School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Well we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We can't even think of a word that rhymes School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Out for summer Out till fall We might not go back at all School's out forever School's out for summer School's out with fever School's out completely |
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| 7. |
| 4:15 |
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Hello
Hooray Let the show begin I've been ready Hello Hooray Let the lights grow dim I've been ready Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream Loving every second, every moment, every scream I've been waiting so long to sing my song And I've been waiting so long for this thing to come Yeah, I've been thinking so long, I was the only one Roll out Roll out With your American dream and its recruits I've been ready Roll out Roll out With your circus freaks and hula hoops I've been ready Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream Loving every second, every moment, every scream I've been waiting so long to sing my song And I've been waiting so long for this thing to come Oh, I've been thinking so long I was the only one I can stand here strong and thin And I can laugh when this thing begins God, I feel so strong I feel so strong I'm so strong I feel so strong I feel so strong So strong God, I feel strong I am so strong So strong I feel so strong I feel so strong. |
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| 8. |
| 3:43 |
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I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice,
I wanna be elected, I'm your yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce, I wanna be elected, Kids want a savior, don't need a fake, I wanna be elected, We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make, I wanna be elected, elected, elected. I never lied to you, I've always been cool, I wanna be elected, I gotta get the vote, and I told you 'bout school, I wanna be elected, elected, elected, Hallelujah, I wanna be selected, Everyone in the United States of America. We're gonna win this one, take the country by storm, We're gonna be elected, You and me together, young and strong, We're gonna be elected, elected, elected, Respected, selected, call collected, I wanna be elected, elected. "And if I am elected I promise the formation of a new party A third party, the Wild Party! I know we have problems, We got problems right here in Central City, We have problems on the North, South, East and West, New York City, Saint Louis, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Detroit, Chicago, Everybody has problems, And personally, I don't care." |
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| 9. |
| 3:07 |
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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till they got a hold of me I opened doors for little old ladies I helped the blind to see I got no friends cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me And I'm gettin' real shot down And I'm feeling mean No more Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy They say he's sick He's obscene I got no friends cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me And I'm feelin' real shot down And I'm, I'm gettin' mean No more Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy They say he's sick He's obscene My dog bit me on the leg today My cat clawed my eyes Ma's been thrown out of the social circle And dad has to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose The Reverend Smith he, he recognized me And punched me in the nose He said No more Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy He said you're sick You're obscene No more Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy He said you're sick You're obscene |
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| 10. |
| 3:43 |
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Billion dollar baby
Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel, Grimy as an alley Loves me like no other lover. Billion dollar baby Rotten little monster, baby, I adore you. Man or woman living couldn't love me like you, baby. We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands. Yeah, billion dollar baby I got you in the dimestore, No other little girl could ever hold you Any tighter, any tighter than me, baby. Billion dollar baby Reckless like a gambler, million dollar maybe Foamin' like dog that's been infected by the rabies. We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands. Million dollar baby, Billion dollar baby, Trillion dollar baby, Zillion dollar baby. |
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| 11. |
| 3:53 |
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What a drag it is, these gold lame' jeans
Is this the coolest way to get though your teens? Well, I cut my hair weird, I read that it was in I looked like a rooster that was drowned and raised again What are you a-gonna do? I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you get away? I'm gonna live today I ran into my room and I fell down on my knees Well, I thought that fifteen was gonna be a breeze I picked up my guitar to blast way the clouds But somebody in the next room yelled You gotta turn that damn thing down What are you gonna do? Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you get away? Well, I'm gonna cry all day And I know trouble is brewing out there But I can hardly care They fight all night about his private secretary Lipstick stain, blonde hair What are you gonna do? Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you run away? I'm gonna live today But even, I don't know what I'm gonna do Don't know what I'm gonna do, no What are you a-gonna do? Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you run away? Well, I'm gonna live today What are you a-gonna do? I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you get away? Well, I'd rather cry all day What are you gonna do? Gonna do? Gonna do? Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice? What are you gonna do? Gonna do? Gonna do? |
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| 12. |
| 3:46 |
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Aw, who's the queen of the locker room?
Who's the cream of the crop? Poor Joey took her to the matinee Said, "God, she wouldn't stop" Holy muscle of love My heart's a muscle Well, I must have come to that crazy age Where everything is hot Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking Are normal thoughts or not Holy muscle of love Well, I got a muscle of love I read Dad's books like I did before Now things are crystal clear Lock the door in the bathroom now I just can't get caught in here Holy muscle of love Well, I got a muscle of love Holy muscle of love I got a muscle of love Holy muscle of love My heart's a muscle of love Holy muscle of love Well, I got a muscle of love Yeah, yeah, yeah Must be a gift from above Yeah, yeah, yeah Hallelujah |
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