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from La Bamba (라 밤바) by Miles Goodman [ost] (1987)
Well I'm a gonna raise a fuss
I'm a gonna raise a holler Bout workin all summer just to try to earn a dollar Well the time to go on baby tryin to get a date Boss says no date son you gotta work late Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But their ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and pop told me son you gotta make some money If you want to use the car then go right on next Sunday Well I didn't go to work told the boss I was sick Now you can't use the car cause you didn't work a lick Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But their ain't no cure for the summertime blues Gonna take two weeks gonna have a fine vacation Gonna take my problem to the United Nation Well I called my congress man and he said quote I would like to help ya son but you're to young to vote Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But their ain't no cure for the summertime blues |
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from More Music From Coyote Ugly (코요테 어글리) by Trevor Horn [ost] (2003)
Well my baby and me went out late Saturday night
I had my hair piled high and my baby just looks so right Well, pick you up at ten got to have you home by two, Mama don't know what I've got in store for you Well that's alright 'cause we're looking as cool as can be Well we found a little place that really didn't look half bad I'll have a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put a quarter right into that can, but all it played was disco man C'mon pretty baby, let's get outta here right away. We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town, make 'm scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We're gonna rock till we pop, We're gonna roll till we drop We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out Well we're having a ball just bopping on the big dance floor Well there's a real square cat he looks nineteen seventy four Well, you look at me once, you look at me twice, You look at me again there's gonna be a fight We're gonna rock this town, we're gonna rip this place apart We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town, make 'm scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We're gonna rock till we pop, We're gonna roll till we drop We're gonna rock this town, rock this place apart We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town, make 'm scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We're gonna rock till we pop, We're gonna roll till we drop We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
All night long way black top highway midnight hitting a groove
Mustang radio rag top jukebox hound dog don't be cruel Roadside rest stop all night truck stop side show out of a van Rhinestone lunchbox ashtray junk shop key chain hitting the fan [Chorus] Elvis on velvet, don't know why it makes me blue Elvis on velvet, it's got a strange effect on you Elvis on velvet, somehow it makes me mad Elvis on velvet, and I can see him tonight up on the road ahead Well drift back daydream Memphis street scene 1955 Street flair flat bed three piece string band shaking man alive Then heartbreak hotel, jailhouse rock, love me tender please I'm all shooked up, too much, so treat me nice and wear my ring [Chorus] Well Graceland wasteland right this way ma'am one low price to pay His life, his love, his home, his stuff, his final resting place Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, thy records re-released All kneel to second guess and bless him, let him rest in peace [Chorus] |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Pick you up on a Saturday night
Hopin' that later I can hold you tight Spendin' my money like it's out of style Pull up in my truck It brings a smile from you baby You don't like it I'll say goodnight I don't need no crybaby goodbye Took you out on another date I begged you baby Please don't be late Supposed to ready 'Bout an hour ago Me downstairs just pacin' the floor You're late I'll wait The moon is risin', we could be driven Girl we're just wastin' time With all your cryin' your just denying Any love that comes to you Bless my soul what's wrong with you Whinin' all the time just like babies do Playin' your games just not my bag Why must you be such a drag No fun I'm done |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much Well there ain't no other woman that makes me feel this way When she comes up close I just ain't got a word to say Please don't touch I shake so much Please don't touch I shake so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much You know I get so nervous when I see her eyes that shine She looks right through me and a shiver runs down my spine Please don't touch I shake so much Please don't touch I shake so much I don't know why she's got her claws in me I wanna be a bachelor fancy free Runnin' from the preacher oh what a relief Spending my life just shakin' like a leaf I remember the first time her ruby lips brushed my cheek Well I opened up my mouth but the rest of me just couldn't speak Please don't touch I shake so much Please don't touch I shake so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much I don't know why she's got her claws in me I wanna be a bachelor fancy free Runnin' from the preacher oh what a relief Spending my life just shakin' like a leaf I remember the first time her ruby lips brushed my cheek I opened up my mouth but the rest of me just couldn't speak Please don't touch I shake so much Please don't touch I shake so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
The wind is blowin' beercans down a cold deserted street
I feel as empty as those beercans rollin' past my feet I can hear Chicago blues from an out of tune guitar And a 1939 neon sign buzzin' above the bar I'm at an intersection lost my direction and I don't know which way to go She left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love She left me on the corner of lust and love I got an old tattoo dedicated to you covered up with thorns But the heart bleeds through and your name does too forever on my arm Each night I go walkin' through the darkness all alone But I never get of that dirty old street no matter how far I roam I'm at an intersection lost my direction and I don't know which way to go She left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love She left me on the corner of lust and love Underneath the street light I strain my eyes to see The silhouettes reflection of a long black mercury Shadows on the pavement from the corners of my eye Fool me into thinkin' my baby's passin' by Intersection lost my direction and I don't know which way to go You're the only one I've been thinking of Left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love She left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Always a queen, always so fine, always some joker standin' in line
To get a view, and now he's hittin' on you Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues Since you were a babe you've been heaven sent Just think of all the money These crazy men have spent on you I guess I'm one of them too Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues Now there must be times when you get tired of being idolized It's got you searchin' for a man who ain't that kinda guy Where you gonna be when you get old You're gonna need somebody to have and to hold on to Who really cares about you. I do Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues Always a queen, always so fine, always some joker standin' in line To get a view, and now he's hittin' on you Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues I'm gonna tell you since you were a babe you've been heaven sent Just think of all the money These crazy men have spent on you I guess I'm one of them too Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues Now there must be times when you get tired of being idolized It's got you searchin' for a man who ain't that kinda guy Where you gonna be when you get old You're gonna need somebody to have and to hold on to Who really cares about you. Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful Let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful Let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Where does it say all the love that we made must disappear
And who made the rule that the one who is cruel won't cry the tears Well we woke up unsatisfied, got out of bed and said goodbye But don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love I got down on my knees and prayed to the lord above Don't leave me now, baby realize you can't make our love a sacrifice But don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Who pays the cost if the love that is lost goes unredeemed And why should I care if this cross that I bear is destiny My heart was pure, my love was strong forgive me if I've done you wrong But don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love I got down on my knees and prayed to the lord above Don't leave me now, baby realize you can't make our love a sacrifice Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Where does it say all the love that we made must disappear And who made the rule that the one who is cruel won't cry the tears Well now I know how cruel thou art Have mercy baby on my heart Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love I got down on my knees and prayed to the lord above Don't leave me now, baby realize you can't make our love a sacrifice Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't you leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't you leave me here dying on the cross of love |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Low down dealin' in Memphis a card game in a back room
I was lookin' at my last dollar hopin' lady luck would come by soon They raised the betting limit the cards were flying fast I bet away my future I'd already lost my past I can't go back to Memphis I can't go back to Memphis - I played out every game Can't go back to Memphis Can't go back to Memphis - Everybody knows my name Too many people wanna even out the score And I can't go back to Memphis no more I hung out on the east side I heard my reputation was in doubt It was starting to look like a bad ride It looked like time for gettin' out I sent the man a message said I was gonna split He sent a message back that said I don't let nobody quit I can't go back to Memphis I can't go back to Memphis - I played out every game Can't go back to Memphis Can't go back to Memphis - Everybody knows my name Too many people wanna even out the score And I can't go back to Memphis no more I tried my best to beat the system but the system put me back in my place They maintained a delicate balance where no one got in nobody's face I tried to make a dollar just surviving in the streets I fought the gangs, I fought the law but they both had me beat I can't go back to Memphis I can't go back to Memphis - I played out every game I can't go back to Memphis Can't go back to Memphis - Everybody knows my name Too many people wanna even out the score And I can't go back to Memphis no more I can't go back to Memphis I can't go back to Memphis Get outta town |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Sittin' by myself lookin' out a broken window
And out on the street crowds of people passin' by But how are they to know I'm feeling so alone I feel like I could break down and cry Now I know how broken hearts must feel But my heart is a liar for you My heart is a liar it's true The flame keep on burnin', burnin' so high Never gonna die Sittin' all alone, feelin' sorry for myself I catch my reflection and I see the kinda fool I've been But how was I to know I had to let you go The only way to make it alright Now you've lit the flame again My heart is a liar for you My heart is a liar it's true The flame keep on burnin', burnin' so high It's never gonna die Sometimes I think, I pass you by But it's just love blinding my eyes Sittin' all alone, feelin' sorry for myself I catch my reflection and I see the kinda fool I've been But how was I to know I had to let you go The only way to make it alright Now you've lit the flame again My heart is a liar for you My heart is a liar it's true The flame keeps burnin', burnin' so high It's never gonna die No no My heart is a liar for you My heart is a liar it's true The flame keeps burnin', burnin' so high Never gonna die |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Train arrived sixteen coaches long
Train arrived sixteen coaches long Well that long black train It's got my baby and gone Train train comin' around the bend Train train comin' around the bend Train train comin' around the bend Train train comin' around the bend Well it took my baby But it never will again Train train comin' around the bend Train train comin' around the bend Well it took my baby But it never will again |
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from Once Upon A Time In Mexico (원스 어폰 어 타임 인 멕시코) by Robert Rodriguez [ost] (2003)
Malaga where our lips first met,
To the beat of the castanet, Now I pray to the skies above, Bring him back, please bring back my love. Ah! Malaga blue seas still echo his last words to me. Malguena, Tho' you are every-thing to me, Malaguena, my true love is the sea. Love like ours must learn to play,play a waiting game, And live just for the flame; Malaguena, there's a fire deep inside of me, That must burn, die out, so I can be free. If no spark lingers within when the storm is past, I'll be yours, i'll be yours, yours at last. |
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from Garfield (가필드) by Christophe Beck [ost] (2005)
Stray Cat Strut
by Stray Cats Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence. Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent. I'm flat broke and I don't care. I strut right by with my tail in the air. Stray cat strut [I'm a ladies' cat]. I'm a feline Casanova [Hey! Man that's that]. Get a shoe thrown at me by a mean old man. Get my dinner from a garbage can. I don't bother chasin' mice around. Oh no. I slink down the alley lookin' for a fight. Howlin' at the moon on a hot summer night. Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry. Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy. I wish I could be as carefree and wild. But I got cat class and I got cat style. I don't bother chasin' mice around. I slink down the alley lookin' for a fight. Howlin' at the moon on a hot summer night. Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry. Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy. I wish I could be as carefree and wild. But I got cat class and I got cat style. |
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from Brian Setzer - 13 (2006)
Setzer
I got a lucky rabbit’s foot I’ve got a loaded pair of dice I hang the horseshoe over my bed Because my luck’s been cold as ice I love to watch that roulette wheel Spinnin’ round and round I place a bet at five to one When my baby comes to town I’m gonna love you baby with all my might I’m gonna make you feel all right You’re gonna love me baby like you said you would Honey, just like a young girl should Baby, take a chance on love, on love Baby, take a chance on love You’re the only one I’m dreamin’ of Baby, take a chance, baby’s in a trace Baby, take a chance on love My lucky thirteen black cat bones And my lady luck tattoo I got a hoodoo voodoo doll And a photograph of you I’m gonna cast a magic spell A magic spell of love And then I’ll put you in my trance My magic trance of love I’m gonna love you baby with all my might I’m gonna make you feel all right You’re gonna love me baby like you said you would Honey, just like a young girl should Baby, take a chance on love, on love Baby, take a chance on love You’re the only one I’m dreamin’ of Baby, take a chance, baby’s in a trace Baby, take a chance on love I’m gonna take this step by step I’m gonna take this seriously I’m gonna take things one at a time Because I love you obviously But if you just wanna break my heart Don’t be wasting my time ‘Cause with you from the very start Our love was a felony crime I’m gonna love you baby with all my might I’m gonna make you feel all right You’re gonna love me baby like you said you would Honey, just like a young girl should Baby, take a chance on love, on love Baby, take a chance on love You’re the only one I’m dreamin’ of Baby, take a chance, baby take a chance Baby, take a chance, baby’s in a trance Baby, take a chance, baby take a chance Baby, take a chace on love |
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from Brian Setzer - 13 (2006)
Setzer
I got a beat leather jacket I got a broken down car I’m gonna push it up to the hill If I can make it that far ‘Cause everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la Got a broken down record player I’ve got a bird that won’t sing And the buzzin’ in my head goes ring, ring, ring Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la One man’s fortune, honey Is another man’s worst bad luck If I ever crawl outta this hole alive I’m gonna spend every last buck, buck, buck I ain’t got a job Live in a cheap hotel The door ain’t got a lock But I say what the hell Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la Well, one man’s fortune, honey Is another man’s worst bad luck If I ever crawl outta this hole alive I’m gonna spend every last buck, buck, buck Now don’t misunderstand me I got my moonshine mash But If I made any money It’d be gone in a flash Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk Oh, la, la, la ? Oh, la, la, la Everything I own is a broken down piece of junk |
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from Brian Setzer - 13 (2006)
Here they come in their cuffed Levi's
Hair slicked back, they're real tough guys Black t-shirt and a bad attidude Better not step on their blue suede shoes Livin' in a time that's long since gone It's not quite right, there's something wrong Look! There goes another Betty Page Get with it chick, it's all the rage CHORUS: He's really, really, really rockabilly Really, really, really rockabilly He pissed in his pants He's too drunk to care He's wearin' 1956 underwear There's neo-rockabilly There's psycho-rockabilly There's Starbucks-Orange-County rockabilly There's euro - ja-ja-wir machen-rockin' rockabilly There's Western-swing-traditional-blues- influenced rockabilly There's Australian shrimp-on-the-barbie- carry-your-surfboard-to-Sears- to-buy-your-rolled-up-Levi's rockabilly There's rock-a-Johnny, rock-a-Sally, rock-a-hillbilly It's all too stupid, and it's just plain silly (CHORUS) The man at the door He's a rockabilly guy He said you can't come in Your pompadour's too high Better grow them sideburns Get a tattoo on your neck Drink Pabst Blue Ribbon Drive a rockabilly wreck Has it come to this? I want a new job Rockabilly retards and rockabilly slobs are rockabilly stars It used to be fun just to play the guitar Now I just want to run real, real far (CHORUS) |
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from Brian Setzer - 13 (2006)
Bryan
I’ve been a bad boy, you know the way Became a bad boy and changed my name My anxious dreams have found a clearer sky I’ve been thinking about the state I’m in And started sinking a bottle of gin And rocket cathedrals pointing to the sky I’m space-bound again I need their money And I can see the stars It’s so funny Until I’m Earth-bound again I’ll miss you honey And this rocket cathedral’s pointing to the sky Some visit Lucifer Some may be crucified I’m going to Mars Some talk to celuloid Some talk to shiny cars I’ll talk to shiny stars I’ve been thinkin’ about all the ways That a wise man spends all of his days In a rocket cathedral pointing to the sky Wish I was grounded and seen the last of my days And not re-bounded down the Milky Way And this rocket cathedral’s pointing to the sky So I’m space-bound again Who needs their money And I can see the stars I feel so funny Until I’m Earth-bound again I’ll miss you honey And this rocket cathedral pointing to the sky I’ll go to Lucifer I may be crucified I’m going to Mars I’ll talk to celuloid I’ll fly with shiny cars Bye, bye stars |
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from Brian Setzer - 13 (2006)
Setzer
Well, it ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues Every once in a while, maybe just a week or two Well, I don’t got nothing to worry about The kids take off and momma screams and shouts It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues Every once in a while, not very often Well, they say a man has to work from sun to sun But a woman’s work it ain’t never ever done If I work my knuckles right down to the bone You better have that supper at the table at home It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues When Hepcat gets the blues There’s nothing nobody can do The wind starts blowin’ and the sky gets cloudy and gray Ain’t nothing nobody can say Get on your hands and knees and pray It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues Here we go Go ahead Cat When Hepcat gets the blues There’s nothing nobody can do The wind starts blowin’ and the sky gets cloudy and gray Ain’t nothing nobody can say Get on your hands and knees and pray It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues You better just hope that I don’t come lookin’ for you ‘Cause I just don’t know exactly what I’m bound to do I’m gonna drink Jack Daniel’s right off the floor Get a quart of beer and baby holler for more No, it ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets… It ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets… Ain’t everyday that Hepcat gets the blues |
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from Brian Setzer - 13 (2006)
Setzer
I’m gonna take a plane, baby, here I go I’m gonna walk the streets of Tokyo The crowds of people and the neon lights The rock ‘n’ roll days and the rock ‘n’ roll nights. There’s a discotheque with a flashing sign There’s a sexy girl gonna show you good time Come on in, the shows about to begin Come on, come on, come on. I’m on the back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. I know a little place but it’s hard to find Down the road that twists and the street that winds Roppongi Town down the alleyway The wine does flow and the band does play. So come on, come on, let the fun begin It’s a night on the town, it’s a night of sin I can take you there, come along with me Come on, come on, come on. I’m on the back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. So come on, come on, let the fun begin It’s a night on the town, it’s a night of sin I can take you there, come along with me Come on, come on, come on. I’m on the back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. Well, welcome to the land of the rising sun And the sun don’t set ‘til the party’s done Just be careful, baby, don’t you press your luck The back streets of Tokyo will eat you up. So come on, come on, let the fun begin It’s a night on the town, it’s a night of sin I can take you there, come along with me Come on, come on, come on. I’m on the back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo Back streets of Tokyo. |
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from Brian Setzer - 13 (2006)
Setzer
Father Hennepin went down to Bennigan’s To discuss the construction of the Hennepin Bridge He had time to kill down by the flour mill So he planned a picnic lunch on St Anthony Main Now Father Hennepin he was notorious And he liked a little drunk down at Nye’s Polanaise His explorations were more than glorious So they planned to build a bridge that would feature his name Well, first Niagara and then St Anthony’s Were discovered by the fella with the Hennepin name But when the lock was filled on the lower falls Eveyone was shoppin’ on the Nicollet Mall And when the rope was cut on the Hennepin Father Louis had a most unusual plan He would take a dip in the Mississippi He would dive from the centre and swim to the dam When the time had come and he took the plunge Everyone screamed: “My God, what has he done” And though he tried to swim, the current carried him Closer and closer to the brink of the falls The people lined the banks of the Mississippi To watch Father Hennepin go over the edge The people there that day, they all swear they say Father Hennepin was laughin’ as he fell to his death |
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from Brian Setzer - Ignition (2007)
Well I was born back in '59
I didn't come late, I was right on time. We had a '59 ford, that never ran quite right. We'd catch a drive in movie, every saturday night. Well times were hard for the working man Daddy tried to understand. Everything I love is from '59 My first guitar and that girl of mine. Everything I want is from '59 I guess i'm behind the times 'cause everything I love's from '59. Well the prince said hey Grace Kelly would you be my wife? And Bobby Darin sang MACK THE KNIFE They took Eddie Cochran what could we do? Once he was gone we knew that rock and roll was through. We had technicolor at the scene of the crime Coupe Devilles rolling off of the line. Everything I love is from '59 My first guitar and that girl of mine. Everything I want is from '59 I guess i'm behind the times 'cause everything I love's from '59. Everything I love Everything I love Everything I love Everything. Wonder where as time rolls on All that style from 1959 has gone. But i've got memories in the back of my mind. What it was like to be alive in '59. We had technicolor at the scene of the crime, Coupe Devilles rolling off of the line. Everything I love is from '59 My first guitar and that girl of mine. Everything I want is from '59 I guess i'm behind the times. Everything I love is from '59 My first guitar and that girl of mine. 'cause everything I love, everything I love, everything I love's from '59. '59. Song by Brian Setzer. Submited by Steve Huggett. |
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from Brian Setzer - Ignition (2007)
Well, in this barnyard
I'm king cock of the roost Stay out all night, just drinkin' that moonshine juice And I don't show the crow till crack of noon And all the hens go Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha And if another red rooster Comes a creepin' around my hen He won't believe the way that I fly into him And he'll be too chicken to ever cock fight again And all the hens go Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha And all the hens go Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha And all the hens go Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha, aha |
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from Brian Setzer - Ignition (2007)
When the last light dies down
On this old part of town And the sun coming up Laughs at you When the sidewalks roll up You've run out of luck And you're left alone feeling blue I don't got to tell you The feeling you get When the one that you love Slips away So turn down the lights And draw all the shades There's one place where you've Got it made Chorus: In Dreamsville, I'm dreaming of you In Dreamsville, My dreams can come true Choop, Choop Wahh (4x) I'm tossing and turning I can't sleep away With you always there On my mind It's such a distraction I can't even think I wish you would leave So I find Chorus I'm tossing and turning I can't sleep away With you always there On my mind It's such a distraction I can't even think I wish you would leave 'Till I find Chorus x2 |
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from Brian Setzer - Ignition (2007)
Malaga where our lips first met,
To the beat of the castanet, Now I pray to the skies above, Bring him back, please bring back my love. Ah! Malaga blue seas still echo his last words to me. Malguena, Tho' you are every-thing to me, Malaguena, my true love is the sea. Love like ours must learn to play,play a waiting game, And live just for the flame; Malaguena, there's a fire deep inside of me, That must burn, die out, so I can be free. If no spark lingers within when the storm is past, I'll be yours, i'll be yours, yours at last. |
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from Brian Setzer - Ignition (2007)
Parker-Phillips
Train arrive 16 coaches long Train arrive 16 coaches long Well that long black train Got my baby and gone Train train rolling round the bend Train train rolling round the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again Come down to the station Meet my baby at the gate Asked the station master If the train's running late He said "If you're a-waiting on the 444 I hate to tell you son That train don't stop here anymore" Train train rolling down down the line Train train rolling down the line Well it took my baby And left poor me behind -Solo- Heard that whistle blowing It was the middle of the night When I got down to the station The train was pulling out of sight Mystery train smoking down the track Mystery train smoking down the track Well I don't want no ride Just bring my baby back |
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from Brian Setzer - Ignition (2007)
Phantom-Rocker-Setzer
Well be bop a lula she's my baby Well be bop a lula summertime blues Well it's something else man and you can't lose I'm gonna race with the devil and maybe I'll win And I'm gonna dance with skinny Jim Well hang on tight you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Halleluja I love her so bee I bickey bop bo bo go Cut across shorty you can't fail She got a red blue jeans and a pony tail Well hang on tight man you better get ready Cause we're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well come on everybody let's get together tonight Say mama can I go out tonight Well I sure miss you and the twenty flight rock Get your dungarees on let's a blue jean bop Well hang on tight you better get ready Cause we're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well hang on tight boys you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well hang on tight you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie |
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from Brian Setzer - Ignition (2007)
Written by b. setzer and j. mcdonnell
There's the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high Wearin' black drape coats, all real gone guys Cool skinheads with their rolled-up jeans Lookin' real tough and mighty mean There's a rumble in brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in brighton tonight They sew fishhooks under their collars They got razors in their shoes I said, 'go cat go,' their battle cry World war iii is startin' to brew Now the skinheads all use blackjacks And they're lookin' mighty mean They got chains wrapped around their fingers And their heads are all shaved clean There's a rumble in brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in brighton tonight Well, there ain't a man left standin' So let's all go get a beer No team is a winner So we'll see you all next year There's a rumble in brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in brighton tonight Rumble in brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight Rumble in brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do Line right up for a sideline view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There's a rumble in brighton tonight |
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from Brian Setzer - Nitro Burning Funny Daddy (2003)
Drink whiskey and shut up
I might pour you a beer Drink whiskey and shut up I might pour you a beer And if you don't like what I'm servin' Take your money Get out of here Drink whiskey and shut up I don't serve no chardonnay Drink whiskey and shut up I don't serve no chardonnay If it's wine and cheese you're wantin' I think the bar next door is gay I'll fill your glass up high But I won't serve your brother I'll fill your glass up high But I won't serve your brother If you can't act like a gentleman I won't pour you another There's no TV in here Talk to the person next to you There's no TV in here Talk to the person next to you Well, the pool table is free And the jukebox only play that blues Drink whiskey and shut up Whiskey and shut up Whiskey and shut up I'm not makin' no pina coladas I'm not makin' no mi tis I don't make no margaritas Don't make me take out my blender Drink whiskey and shut up |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
Well, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother come on in Kick off your shoes, start losin' the blues This old house ain't got nothin' to lose Seen it all for years, start spreadin' the news We got room on the floor Come on baby shake sumpin' loose Well, the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother come on in Walkin' up the street you can hear the sound Of some bad honky-tonkers really layin' it down They've seen it all for years and got nothin' to lose So get out on the floor Shimmy til you shake sumpin' loose Well, the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother come on in |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
You say you love me baby Well this ain't no lost and found I've got just one deal to make then I'll be trouble bound They say that you're a doll, that with you I'll keep on winnin' I think they're talkin' 'bout the kind of doll that you stick pins in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll If you keep on sinnin', I'll stick another pin in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll I asked the fortune teller where my love might be She gazed into her crystal ball then looked straight up at me I told her when your eyes met mine you cast an evil spell I made a deal with the devil man, my soul to him I'd sell You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll If you keep on sinnin', I'll just stick another pin in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll Got your gris-gris and your mojo, but it won't work on me Now you're mixin' up some love potion #3 Got my deal signed in blood and there ain't no turnin' back Cost me all of my money and my pink Cadillac You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll If you keep on sinnin', I'll stick another pin in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by D. Tiomkin and N. Washington
When you're young and so in love as we And bewildered by the world we see Why do people hurt us so Only those in love would know What a town without pity can do If we stop to gaze upon a star People talk about how bad we are Ours is not an easy age We're like tigers in a cage What a town without pity can do The young have problems, many problems We need an understanding heart Why don't they help us, try to help us Before this clay and granite planet falls apart Take these eager lips and hold me fast I'm afraid this kind of joy can't last How can we keep love alive How can anything survive When these little minds tear you in two What a town without pity can do How can we keep love alive How can anything survive When these little minds tear you in two What a town without pity can do No, it isn't very pretty What a town without pity can do |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer and J. McDonnell
There's the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high Wearin' black drape coats, all real gone guys Cool skinheads with their rolled-up jeans Lookin' real tough and mighty mean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight They sew fishhooks under their collars They got razors in their shoes I said, "Go cat go," their battle cry World War III is startin' to brew Now the skinheads all use blackjacks And they're lookin' mighty mean They got chains wrapped around their fingers And their heads are all shaved clean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Well, there ain't a man left standin' So let's all go get a beer No team is a winner So we'll see you all next year There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do Line right up for a sideline view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There's a rumble in Brighton tonight |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
Now some people got it and some people don't I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' all the things in life that you want You can wish it might happen You can call it dumb luck But that guy's so lucky, he's just way much too much He's the man with the magic touch He's the man with the magic touch Don't give me all that "got lucky" such and such He's the man with the magic touch He won an all-expenses-paid vacation on a cruise ship 'round the world And when he gets home, he don't bother lookin' for no girl He's got a straight to the ace He got a royal flush Baby go rub his back for good luck He's the man with the magic touch He's the man with the magic touch Don't give me all that "got lucky" such and such He's the man with the magic touch He goes back to back, he goes hip to hip He goes face to face, now here' s the tip If he don't want it He throws it right back He knows some poor sucker's gonna take up the slack He's the man with the magic touch He's the man with the magic touch Don't give me all that "got lucky" such and such He's the man with the magic touch My blood is percolatin' I'm set for detonation When it comes to good lovin' He ain't hesitatin' He's the man with the magic touch |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
I had one cup of coffee and a cigarette
Then I rolled out of bed with my shirt soaking wet If I was gonna get movin', now was the time So I packed up my bags and my Gretsch '59 It's a tough life, love But when push comes to shove It's the only life for Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool Played his guitar and he sang like a fool Don't let the big boys grind you down Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool He was a rebel that broke all the rules Everyone can't stop talkin' about The legend of Johnny Kool It was darker than black, not a star in the sky So I revved on the engine and let that Mercury fly With the wind blowin' by at a 105 It gave me a thrill just bein' alive It's a tough life, love But when push comes to shove It's the only life for Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool Played his guitar and he sang like a fool Don't let the big boys grind you down Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool He was a rebel that broke all the rules Everyone can't stop talkin' about The legend of Johnny Kool Rumor had it now this cat had it all He was loud, he was wild, and he sure rocked the hall Some guy grabbed my arm and I jumped on the stage And I was rockin' with a guy who was twice my age It's a tough life, love But when push comes to shove It's the only life for Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool Played his guitar and he sang like a fool Don't let the big boys grind you down Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool He was a rebel that broke all the rules Everyone can't stop talkin' about The legend of Johnny Kool |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by J. Strummer and B. Setzer
As I came across the Pecos and broke west of the line This thunderstorm was running and it ran me out of time So I was racing through the rain with this rig from Tennessee When a voice cut through the static, bringing comfort home to me They were singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring Now the levee wall was breaking, rocks were rolling from the ridge The announcer broke in, saying there was a bus trapped on the bridge So I turned my rig around, I was axle-deep in mud And I found those people stranded, the bridge was groaning in the flood Still my radio was singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring With the grinding of my engine, I hauled those people free With the raging river rising, the driver came thanking me So I told him about the message; he said, That can't be right The storm knocked out the radio tower late last Saturday night But through the static we heard singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring Them old truckers gonna tell you down the lonely interstate Out the dead air on the waveband, the Texas Playboys break You'll hear a keening voice, Bob Wills is with you as you drive And you'll know you got a broadcast straight from 1935 Can you hear him singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
I wanna mambo, sambo, do my number
Hold my baby all the summer Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rip it rock it, really bop it Flip it, flop it, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rock rock rock Roll roll roll Bop bop bop I wanna rip it rock it, really bop it Whoaaaaa, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rock rock rock Roll roll roll Bop bop bop. by Gabita |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
Cruisin' 'round this hopeless town, Down the lovely streets of desire You're my angel of mercy all dressed in white And I'm a smokin' gun for hire Takin' a walk on the wild side Johnny's got a habit that he can't hide Livin' life from high to high When nighttime comes, you can hear him cry Buzz buzz goes the needle With each jolt of pain, I call out your name Buzz buzz goes the needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain Day is night and night is day Being alive just gets in the way The twisting snake inside his brain Whispers to him, "Time to kill the pain" They told him opportunity was just around the corner Well, he wore out his shoes tryin' to find that corner He might just pick himself up again Until it happens, until then Buzz buzz goes the needle With each jolt of pain, I call out your name Buzz buzz goes the needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain He's not a new tattoo dedicated to you As the ink and the blood mix with pain It's a man on a white horse goin' nowhere And the man has no face or no name With the walls closin' in, he's runnin' for cover He's spinnin' way out of control He might just pick himself up again Until it happens, until then Buzz buzz goes the needle With each jolt of pain, I call out your name Buzz buzz goes the needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain Buzz buzz goes the needle Each drop of blood is a token of love Buzz buzz goes the needle And I want a sign from above |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
Diamonds and pearls, black silk stockings In her own world when she's rockin' She don't hang out with anyone else in the crowd Stiletto heels on the dance floor Does what she feels as the crowd roars She doesn't care what anyone else thinks of her My baby only cares for me We're a ship in the night all alone on the sea My baby only cares for me Give her a wink, exchange glances She doesn't give second chances Hey loverboy, you ain't got nothin' she needs Barons and earls would love to date her Better you should know sooner than later Hey, just one dance and you'll be caught in her trance My baby only cares for me We're a ship in the night all alone on the sea My baby only cares for me Silently waiting for love to explode on the scene Secretly wishing for someone to sweep her away What can I say? It could happen Black caviar, champagne cocktails Come as you are if all else fails Hey, here's the thing, she's got the world on a string My baby only cares for me We're a ship in the night all alone on the sea My baby only cares for me |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
Hey, Louis Prima We gotta get the hell outta town 'Cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips And her boyfriend don't want me around And wouldn't it be kinda funny If we got outta town with all the money Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down We were doin' all-nighters Cruisin' to a gig in Vegas Don't know what was goin' on But it surely did become contagious! When we pulled up to the show Ten thousand people or more all yelled out "Man your band is truly outrageous!" Hey, Louis Prima Man, you make 'em jump and shout I got a five-dollar bet on a two-dollar bill You're gonna show 'em what it's all about And wouldn't it be kinda funny If we got outta town with all the money Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down Hey, Louis Prima There's something that I just gotta know Have you still got that old black magic Or are you just a gigolo? All we need is some Sam Butera Then we can say "Buona Sera" Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by J. Strummer and B. Setzer
When it's raining and times are hard And there's too much junk in the backyard You hope for a rainbow Be it lotto or keno In the trailer park That's the light in the dark In all of the valleys Under lucky stars By the satellite dishes And the non-running cars I'm feeling all the people dreaming Blue tiles are cool All around the pool Greek columns are fine But give me a deal on the vine Nothing pretentious I haven't changed I got sixty billion But I'm still the same The pool is hot The beer is cold The cigar costs a lot And the wine is old Where the car reps dream Like Walter Mitty Oh, book me a berth In Sammy Davis City, yeah! Well, Annie and Danny Are growing too fast And I can't fix the hammock 'Cause I'm feeling half-assed Those basket ball hoops Became chicken coops There's a motel for sale A cafe and a jail In all of the valleys Under lucky Stars By the satillite dishes and the non-running cars I'm feeling all the people dreaming Blue tiles are cool All around the pool Greek columns are fine But give me a deal on the vine Nothing pretentious I haven't changed I got sixty billion But I'm still the same The pool is hot The beer is cold The cigar costs a lot And the wine is old Where the car reps dream Like Walter Mitty Oh, book me a berth In Sammy Davis City, yeah! I'm feeling all the people dreaming Feeling all the people dreaming Feeling all the people ... dreaming |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
This cat's on a hot tin roof Drinkin' that whiskey, 96 proof Don't need no doctor, don't feel no pain My legs are just two steps ahead of my brain This cat's on a hot tin roof This cat's gonna shake it loose This cat don't get the blues 'Cause this cat's shakin' on a hot tin roof This cat's been out on the town I'm the cat's meow, I'm the king with a crown My head is spinnin' and I got the shakes I can't stop now 'cause I got no brakes This cat's on a hot tin roof This cat's gonna shake it loose This cat don't get the blues 'Cause this cat's shakin' on a hot tin roof There ain't no point in holdin' me down I'll kick and I'll scratch and I'll howl Hey hound dog, get outta my way 'Cause this cat is on the prowl This cat's on a hot tin roof Jumpin' up and down like a long neck goose Shimmy and shake, baby you can't fail Rockin' so hard that it's off the scale This cat's on a hot tin roof This cat's gonna shake it loose This cat don't get the blues 'Cause this cat's shakin' on a hot tin roof |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
> I got a little boogie but it ain't too clean
It's real low down and it's kinda mean The dirty boogie The dirty boogie When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me The dirty boogie What's it called? The dirty boogie Hey you all The dirty boogie How's it go? The dirty boogie Not too slow When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me Well you rattle and shake, you moan and groan A girl like you I could never bring home The dirty boogie The dirty boogie When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me The dirty boogie What's it called? The dirty boogie Hey you all The dirty boogie How's it go? The dirty boogie Not too slow When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me They're shakin' their hips and scream and shout And doin' things I can't even talk about The dirty boogie Catch my drift The dirty boogie When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me The dirty boogie What's it called? The dirty boogie Hey you all The dirty boogie How's it go? The dirty boogie Not too slow When I get low down, it's the dirty boogie for me |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
This old house once knew its children This old house once knew its wife This old house was home and comfort As they fought the storms of life This old house once rang with laughter This old house heard many shouts Now it trembles in the darkness When the lightning walks about Ain't gonna need this house no longer Ain't gonna need this house no more Ain't got time to fix the shingles Ain't got time to fix the floor Ain't got time to oil the hinges Nor to mend the window pain Ain't gonna need this house no longer He's getting ready to meet the saints This old house is gettin' shaky This old house is gettin' old This old house has seen the rain This old house has seen the cold Oh his knees are gettin' chilly But he feels no fear or pain 'Cause he sees an angel peepin' Through a broken window pane Ain't gonna need this house no longer Ain't gonna need this house no more Ain't got time to fix the shingles Ain't got time to fix the floor Ain't got time to oil the hinges Nor to mend the window pain Ain't gonna need this house no longer He's getting ready to meet the saints This old house is gettin' shaky This old house is gettin' old This old house has seen the rain This old house has seen the cold Oh his knees are gettin' chilly But he feels no fear or pain 'Cause he sees an angel peepin' Through a broken window pane Ain't gonna need this house no longer Ain't gonna need this house no more Ain't got time to fix the shingles Ain't got time to fix the floor Ain't got time to oil the hinges Nor to mend the window pain Ain't gonna need this house no longer He's getting ready to meet the saints |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
written by B. Setzer
You only go around once on this big spinnin' planet of love So don't be wastin' my time Tell me what you're dreamin' of We'll take a rocket to the moon and when we get that far I'll hang your coat and hat upon a shooting star Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Hang up the cat and put the dog out to dry Roll up the bird, let the alligator wave bye-bye We'll take a sloe gin to China, a train to Peru In a rusty old steamer or a leaky canoe Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Around the block in a hot balloon sounds awfully good to me Or a seat on the wing of a jumbo jet flying straight to Mercury What's the matter with me? Baby I've been such a fool We'll hop on a raft and navigate around in the pool We'll take a rocket to the moon and when we get that far I'll hang your coat and hat upon a shooting star Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Let's live it up! What's the matter with me? Baby I've been such a fool We'll hop on a raft and navigate around in the pool We'll take a rocket to the moon and when we get that far I'll hang your coat and hat upon a shooting star Let's live it up! Let's live it up! Let's live it up! |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail
Baby, baby it looks like it's gonna hail You better come inside Let me teach you how to jive and wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale Papa's in the icebox lookin' for a can of ale Mama's in the backyard learning how to jive and wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male A woman is a woman and a man ain't nothin' but a male One good thing about him He knows how to jive and wail Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail Jack and Jill went up the hill to get a pail Jill stayed up, she wants to learn how to jive and wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail You gotta jump, jive, and then you wail away! You gotta jump, jive... You gotta jump, jive... You gotta jump, jive... (fade out) |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
written by B. Setzer
Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up and ten, gonna get you home at two Your mama don't know what I got in store for you But baby that's all right we're looking as cool as can be We found a little place that really didn't look half bad I had a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put a quarter right into that can But all it played was disco, man Come on pretty baby, let's get out of here right away We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make 'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock 'til we pop Gonna roll 'til we drop Rock this town Rock it inside out Well, we're having a ball just tearing up the big dance floor Well, there's a real square cat, he looks 1974 Well, he looked at me once, he looked at me twice Look at me again and there's gonna be a fight We're gonna rock this town Rip this place apart We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make 'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock 'til we pop Gonna roll 'til we drop Rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make 'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock 'til we pop Gonna roll 'til we drop Rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside Yeah, we're gonna rock this town Tear it up We're gonna rip it down Rock this town Rock it inside out |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
written by J. Rock, W. Lester, J. Beaumont, J. Verscharen, and J. Vogel
I don't have plans and schemes And I don't have hopes and dreams Baby, I just don't have anything Since I don't have you I don't have fond desires And I don't have happy hours Baby, I just don't have anything, anything Since I don't have you, I don't have you I don't have happiness And I guess I never will ever again When you walked out on me In walked old misery And he's been here since then I don't have love to share And I don't have one who cares Baby, I just don't have anything Since I don't have you, I don't have you I don't have happiness And I guess I never will ever again When you walked out on me In walked old misery And he's been here since then I don't have love to share And I don't have one who cares Baby, I just don't have anything Since I don't have you |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
written by B. Setzer
Switchblade 327 Lit cigarette in his hand Steel-toed boots on the accelerator Oil leakin' outta the pan Switchblade, three two-barrels Gettin' there as fast as he can All juiced up like a hot carburetor Spittin' gas onto the fan Blacktop burnout, Saturday night Try to catch him if you can Switchblade 327 Switchblade, seven come eleven Switchblade, he's all right When he gets drunk he fights all night Switchblade 327 Pullin' way ahead of the pack Chop top deuce, Saturday night Flames shootin' outta the back Switchblade, don't cut him off He won't cut you no slack He'll cut you to ribbons if you come to town He'll carve his name in your back Blacktop burnout, Saturday night Try to catch him if you can Switchblade 327 Switchblade, seven come eleven Switchblade, he's all right When he gets drunk he fights all night Switchblade 327 Someone was calling his name All he could hear was his engine And the sound of the pouring down rain Switchblade 327 Ran 125 down the lane But someone had cut both his fuel lines And the '32 burst into flames Blacktop burnout, Saturday night Try to catch him if you can Switchblade 327 Switchblade, seven come eleven Switchblade, he's all right When he gets drunk he fights all night (repeat) |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
written by J. Lieber and M. Stoller
There's a man in town all the women know He goes by the name of Nosey Joe He don't care if they're married He takes his pick Long as they're women, he's ready to stick His big nose in their business His big nose in their business That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know He ain't good lookin' and he ain't big and stong The guy's got a nose that's four foot long I'm tellin' you women, this ain't no jive If you get too close this man will drive His big nose in your business His big nose in your business That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know I saw him just the other day Tried to steal my gal away He offered her money He offered her love She said thank you sir, but please don't shove Your big nose in my business Your big nose in my business That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know Old Nosey finally lost his life Messin' with my buddy's wife My buddy caught him with his chick Chopped off his nose, now he can't stick His big nose in my business His big nose in my business That's Nosey Joe, the nosiest guy I know |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
written by B. Setzer
There's a place where you can go Music's hot and lights are low But there's something you should know Before the night is through 'Neath a buzzing neon sign Dressed in style so cool and refined Stands a man from another time Who's calling out to you There in the night that has heard a thousand voices Whispered a thousand names Sang out a thousand love songs He lives his Hollywood nocturne There's a place he'd like to go Where it's cool and lights are low But the shadows won't let go They dance and call his name As he roams the streets at night Haunted by this devil sight There's a man in dark red light Who's calling out to you There in the night that has heard a thousand voices Whispered a thousand names Sang out a thousand love songs He lives his Hollywood nocturne His Hollywood nocturne His Hollywood nocturne |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - The Dirty Boogie (1998)
written by B. Darin
As long as I'm singin' There's a bell up in my brain that's ringin' Makin' a crazy ding dong And if this band don't desert me Then there's nothin' in the world can hurt me As long as I'm singin' my song Give me trumpets, legato Put some saxes with 'em Bones, pizzicato Gimme rhythm As long as I'm singin' Then the world's all right And everything's swingin' Long as I'm singin' my song As long as I'm singin' Then the world's all right And everything's swingin' Long as I'm singin' my Long as I'm singin' my Long as I'm singin' my song |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Vavoom (2000)
I got my shoes shined up I got my hair slicked down `Cause baby I wanna hit the town Call me - Pennsylvania 6-5000 I`m gonna shake you up (all night) Rock you all night long (all right) Baby you got something Goin` on Call me - Pennsylvania 6-5000 Write it down,in your book On your wall,oh baby just call Pennsylvania 6-5000 You got the look I like(oh yeah) Come on and show it off Whatever your doin` blow it off Call me - Pennsylvania 6-5000 You know I just got paid I got my hot rod wheels So if you wanna find out how it feels Call me - Pennsylvania 6-5000 Write it down,in your book On your wall,oh baby just call Pennsylvania 6-5000 In your room,in your bed Keep it in your head,oh baby just call Pensylvannia 6-5000 Hey oh(hey oh) Hey oh(hey oh) Na na na na(na na na na) Pensylvania 6-5-0-0-0 Write it down,in your book On your wall,oh baby just call Pensylvania 6-5000 In your room,in your bed Keep it in your head,oh baby just call Pennsylvania 6-5000 Pennsylvania 6-5-0-0-0 |
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