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BORN TO BE WILD
Get your motor running

Head out on the highway

Looking for adventure

In whatever comes our way


Yeah darling gonna make it happen

Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of the guns and watch them

Explode into space


I like smoke and lightning

Heavy metal thunder

Racing with the wind

And the feeling that I'm under


Yeah darling gonna make it happen

Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of the guns and watch them

Explode into space


Like a true nature's child

We were born born to be wild

We can climb so high

I never wanna die


Born to be wild
Get your motor running

Head out on the highway

Looking for adventure

In whatever comes our way


Yeah darling gonna make it happen

Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of the guns and watch them

Explode into space


Like a true nature's child

We were born born to be wild

We can climb so high

I never wanna die


Born to be wild

Born to be wild


THE BOXER
I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises

All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest lie la la la la la la la la la la
When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of a railway station running scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters

Were the ragged people go

Looking for the places, only they would know


Lie la lie lie la lie la la lie la lie lie la la la la la la la la la la
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job

But I get no offers,

Just a Come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there lie la la la la la la la la la la
Lie la lie lie la lie la la lie la lie lie la la la la la la la la la la
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone

Going home,

Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me

Leading me, going home


In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders

Of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'til he cried out

In his anger and his shame, I am leaving, I am leaving

But the fighter still remains lie la la la la la la la la la la
Lie la lie lie la lie la la lie la lie lie la la la la la la la la la la

Lie la lie lie la lie la la lie la lie lie la la la la la la la la la la


BREAKIN' UP IS HARD TO DO
Come-a, come on down, doobie do down down

Come-a, come on down, doobie do down down

Come-a, come on down, doobie do down down

Breaking up is hard to do


Don't take your love away from me

Don't you leave my heart in misery

If you go then I'll be blue

'Cause breaking up is hard to do


Remember when you hold me tight

And then you kissed me all through the night

Think of all that we've been through

'Cause breaking up is hard to do


Come-a, come on down, doobie do down down

Come-a, come on down, doobie do down down

Come-a, come on down, doobie do down down

Breaking up is hard to do


I beg of you don't say good-bye

Can't we give our love another try

And maybe it'll start anew

'Cause breaking up is hard to do


I beg of you don't say good-bye

Can't we give our love another try

And maybe it'll start anew

'Cause breaking up is hard to do


Come-a, come on down, doobie do down down

Come-a, come on down, doobie do down down

Come-a, come on down, doobie do down down

Breaking up is hard to do


BRITISH BOBBY
I’m a British bobby, I pound the bobby’s beat

You can tell it’s me what’s pounding by the banging of me feet

It’s the bobby’s way of keeping warm inside his stylish uniform

I am a British bobby from the wilds of old Dock Green


Why I joined the police force I will never know

‘Cause I was almost human ‘till about a year ago

But one consolation to me song the customer is always wrong

I am a British bobby from the wilds of old Dock Green


Pounding on me beat boys makes me very tired

But I’m not looking foreward to when they put me out to grass

Some day I’ll get a panda car and I’ll get blisters on me elbow

I am an idle bobby from the wilds of old Dock Green


Good old cannibis resin we like it quite a lot

And if the truth be known boys what a lot we’ve got

It’s issued to us every day for planting in a crafty way

I am a turned on bobby freaking out in old Dock Green


Some days are not so good and some are even worse

Every day’s a pint a day, after hours of course

Me ‘elmet tucked beneath me arm, I please the landlord with me charm

I am a tanked up bobby driving back to old Dock Green


I caught a girl soliciting where I knew I would

I took her in me bobby box and cautioned her right good

I took down her name with a frown and that’s not all that I took down

I am a virile bobby populating old Dock Green


And when I gets too old for it a fight I just can’t win

Me ‘elmet and me truncheeon I’ll ‘ave to ‘and ‘em in

Hang me whistle on an ‘ook close me little notey book

I’ll be a clapped out bobby carried out from old Dock Green


BROWN EYED GIRL
Hey where did we go days when the rains came

Down in the hollow playing a new game

Laughing and a running hey hey skipping and a jumping

In the misty morning with our hearts a thumping

And you my brown eyed girl you my brown eyed girl
Whatever happened to Tuesday and so slow

Going down the old mine with a transistor radio

Standing in the sunlight laughing hiding 'neath a rainbow wall

Slipping and a sliding all along the waterfall

With you my brown eyed girl you my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la te da

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la te da la te da
So hard to find my way now that I'm on my own

I saw you just the other day my how you have grown

Cast my memory back there lord sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it

Laughing and a running hey hey behind the stadium

With you my brown eyed girl you my brown eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la te da

Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la te da la te da

BROWN SUGAR
Gold coast slave ship round the cotton fields

Sold in a market down in New Orleans

Scarred old slaver knows he's doing all right

Hear him whip the women just around midnight


Brown sugar how come you taste so good

Brown sugar just like a young girl should


Drums beating cold English blood runs hot

Lady of the house wondering where it's gonna stop

House boy knows that he's doing all right

You should have heard him just around midnight


Brown sugar how come you taste so good

Brown sugar just like a young girl should


Brown sugar how come you taste so good

Brown sugar just like a black girl should


I bet your mamma was a tent show queen

And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen

I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like

You should have heard me just around midnight


Brown sugar how come you taste so good

Brown sugar just like a young girl should


I said yeah yeah yeah ooh

How come yer how come yer taste so good

Yeah yeah yeah ooh

Just like a just like a black girl should

Yeah yeah yeah ooh

BUILD ME UP BUTTERCUP
Why do you build me up buttercup baby

Just to let me down and mess me around

And then worst of all you never call baby

When you say you will but I love you still


I need you more than anyone darling

You know that I have from the start

So build me up buttercup

Don't break my heart


I'll be over at ten you tell me time and again

But you're late I wait around and then

I run to the door I can't take any more

It's not you you let me down again


To you I'm a toy but I could be the boy

You adore if you just let me know

And though you're untrue I'm attracted to you

More and more why do I need you so


Baby baby try to find

A little time and I'll make you happy

I'll be home waiting beside the 'phone

Waiting for you ooh ooh


Why do you build me up buttercup baby

Just to let me down and mess me around

And then worst of all you never call baby

When you say you will but I love you still


I need you more than anyone darling

You know that I have from the start

So build me up buttercup

Don't break my heart



BULLFROG BLUES
Did you ever wake up with them bullfrogs on your mind

Well did you ever wake up with them bullfrogs on your mind

You had to sit down laughing laughing just to keep from crying
Did you ever wake up with that one woman on your mind

Did you ever wake up with that one woman on your mind

You had to sit down laughing laughing just to keep from crying
My mamma got ‘em my father got ‘em my sister got ‘em my brother got ‘em

I woke up this morning grandmother had them too

What d’you know about that I’ve got the bullfrog blues bullfrog
My mamma got ‘em my father got ‘em my sister got ‘em my brother got ‘em

I woke up this morning grandmother had them too

What d’you know about that I’ve got the bullfrog blues
I called up the doctor I wasn’t feeling so well

I called up the doctor I wasn’t feeling so well

He looked inside his bag and said well well
You don’t need no doctor you don’t need no pill

You don’t need no doctor you don’t need no pill

Just take my advice I sure know how to cure your ills
If you go down to New Orleans prettiest place you’ve ever seen

Get on down to the river bed that’s where the music never ends

Open your ears and don’t it feel good get one hell of a shot of rhythm and blues
Go on down to New Orleans the greatest place you’ve ever been

Head on down to the river bed hear the music of them Cajun bands

Honky tonk piano makes you feel good open your ears rhythm and blues
Did you ever wake up with them bullfrogs on your mind

Well did you ever wake up with them bullfrogs on your mind

You had to sit down laughing laughing just to keep from crying
Did you ever wake up with that one woman on your mind

Did you ever wake up with that one woman on your mind

You had to sit down laughing laughing just to keep from crying
BYE BYE JOHNNY
She drew out all her money from the Southern Trust

And put her little boy upon a greyhound bus

Leaving Louisiana for the golden west

Down came the tears from her happiness

Her own little son name of Johnny B Goode

Was gonna make some motion pictures down in Hollywood


She said bye bye bye bye

Bye bye bye bye

She said bye bye Johnny

Goodbye Johnny B Goode


She remembered making money from the gallery crop

The father joined his kids around the broker's shop

As long as she could play around the railroad side

And he wouldn't get in trouble she'd be satisfied

She never thought there'd ever come a day like this

When she would have to give her son a goodbye kiss


She said bye bye bye bye

Bye bye bye bye

She said bye bye Johnny

Goodbye Johnny B Goode


She finally got the letter she'd been dreaming of

When Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love

As soon as they were married he would bring her back

And build for her a mansion by the railroad track

So every time they heard the locomotives roar

They’d be standing waiting by the kitchen door


She said bye bye bye bye

Bye bye bye bye

She said bye bye Johnny

Goodbye Johnny B Goode



BYE BYE, LOVE
Bye bye, love

Bye bye, happiness

Hello loneliness, I think I'm gonna cry
Bye bye, love

Bye bye, sweet caress

Hello emptiness, I feel like I could die

Bye bye, my love, goodbye


There goes my baby with someone new

She sure looks happy, I sure am blue

She was my baby, 'til he stepped in

Good-bye to romance that might have been

Bye bye, love

Bye bye, happiness

Hello loneliness, I think I'm gonna cry
Bye bye, love

Bye bye, sweet caress

Hello emptiness, I feel like I could die

Bye bye, my love, goodbye


I'm through with romance, I'm through with love

I'm through with counting the stars above

And here's the reason why I'm so free

My loving baby is through with me


Bye bye, love

Bye bye, happiness

Hello loneliness, I think I'm gonna cry
Bye bye, love

Bye bye, sweet caress

Hello emptiness, I feel like I could die

Bye bye, my love, goodbye


CAN BLUE MEN SING THE WHITES
I was lying in my bed pulled the silken sheets up tight

I’ve gotta keep my strength up gonna do a show tonight

I have a sip of coffee while I’m taking in the news

Don’t need to have a shave ‘cause I’ve gotta sing the blues


Oh shit man
Then I think I’ll get a massage maybe lose a little fat

So I have to go down town in my brand new cadillac

My bodyguard addresses me I light a big cigar

‘Cause I like to look like Nimrod when I’m riding in my car


Can blue men sing the whites or are they hypocrites for singing blues
And now it’s getting near the time I’ve gotta make the scene

I change out my dark brown mohair suit put on my dirty jeans

The band comes round to pick me up I holler “Hello boys”

I gotta mess my hair up I’m gonna make some noise


Can blue men sing the whites or are they hypocrites for singing blues
CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOUR LOVE
Well I take whatever I want

And baby I want you

You gave me something I need

Now tell me I got something for you


Come on come on come on and do it

Come on honey do what you do

I can't get enough of your love

I can't get enough of your love

I can't get enough of your love
Well it's late and I want love

Love is gonna break me in two

Don't hang me up in the doorway

Don't hang me up like you do


Come on come on come on and do it

Come on honey do what you do

I can't get enough of your love

I can't get enough of your love

I can't get enough of your love

CANADIAN IN JAKARTA
I woke up this morning with a hard-on

Which threatened to block out the sun

I thought I would take it to Tambora

And show it how to have some fun


I picked up a doggy in the Top Gun

Which looked good enough to take home

But when I felt and groped it in the becak

I found that the dog had a bone


Too drunk to eject it from the becak

Too sober to take it to bed

We rode round town for about an hour

Whilst it was still giving me head


We went to a club in deepest Blok-M

It was called the intercourse

Where the girls all spoke softly in whispers

Cause to give too much head makes them hoarse


It happened that night there was a floor show

Where ladies pulled things from their cunts

They must have thought I looked pretty horny

Cause they gave me a seat at the front


At first she pulled out a bunch of flowers

All tied up in ribbons and bows

But when she pulled out my bloody wallet

I thought it was time to go home


I bummed round town for a little longer

Having the time of my life

Suddenly I heard gun-fire

Oh shit, I’ve been shot by my wife


Now ashtrays can hurt you pretty badly

Especially when thrown by a whore

A knife can fuck you up in a bad way

But a bullet fucks you a lot more


When we got home she said she wasn’t angry

And said she wanted to fuck

But she pulled out a knife and chopped my cock off

And fed it with rice to the duck


So if you ever wake without a hard-on

Or worse it’s been chopped off instead

I know a girl by the name of Molly

Who’s damned good at raising the dead



CATCH ME IF YOU CAN
I'm a pogeen from Cholowogeen

I've got money and acres of land

I'm looking for a honey with a bit of money

So catch me if you can my name is Dan sure I'm your man


And I'm off to Listonvarna at the end of the year

I'm off for a bit of crack and the women and the beer

I'm awful shifty for a man of fifty

So catch me if you can my name is Dan sure I'm your man


I like the ceilidh the Stack of Barley

I like the waltzes the jigs and the reels

I like the swinging when big Tom is singing

So catch me if you can my name is Dan sure I'm your man


And I'm off to Listonvarna at the end of the year

I'm off for a bit of crack and the women and the beer

I'm awful shifty for a man of fifty

So catch me if you can my name is Dan sure I'm your man


I've got a brother who's in the Gardy

I've got an uncle who's down at the Doyle

He's quite a farmer he's a mighty charmer

So catch me if you can my name is Dan sure I'm your man


And I'm off to Listonvarna at the end of the year

I'm off for a bit of crack and the women and the beer

I'm awful shifty for a man of fifty

So catch me if you can my name is Dan sure I'm your man


And to conclude now and finish my story

If there's a young woman looking for a man

Take the bus from Barna down to Listonvarna

Catch me if you can my name is Dan sure I'm your man


And I'm off to Listonvarna at the end of the year

I'm off for a bit of crack and the women and the beer

I'm awful shifty for a man of fifty

So catch me if you can my name is Dan sure I'm your man


CAUGHT IN THE ACT
Got the summons served on a Sunday see what I’ve done

Couldn’t see much sense in the charges but they sure sounded like fun

So I went down town up to Bow Street to see the company man

Hey boy you’re in a heap of trouble but I’ll do everything that I can


But the judge is a grudge man yes that’s a fact

The judge is a grudge man you know that’s a fact

Hope you don’t ever get caught in the act
Sorry for the damage I’ve done, I’ll try to pay it back

The only crime I’ve ever committed was being caught in the act

So the next time that you feel good don’t forget the fact

There’s a man in blue when he want’s you to be caught in the act


Yeah the judge is a grudge man yes that’s a fact

The judge is a grudge man you know that’s a fact

Hope you don’t ever get caught in the act
Well the judge is a grudge man yes that’s a fact

The judge is a grudge man you know that’s a fact

Hope you don’t ever get caught in the act
Hope you don’t ever get caught in the act
CAUGHT SHORT
Once a poor old hasher ,

Got caught short upon a hash run,

Under the rain of the Bandung skies.

As he slipped, and he slid,

And he squelched all through the shiggy pit,

This sudden call of nature took him quite by surprise.


On-out you hashers, on-on you hashers,

On-in you hashers, and down down a beer.

There's still somebody lost in the paddy fields and undergrowth,

And it'll be goodnight hashers, before he gets here.


He then ran out of paper,

And lost sight of other runners,

It was hours since he'd heard "On-on" from anyone.

Then the thought came to his head,

"Sod this for a game of soldiers"

And he stopped for a beer, in the nearest kampung.


On-out you hashers, on-on you hashers,

On-in you hashers, and down down a beer.

There's still somebody lost in the paddy fields and undergrowth,

And it'll be goodnight hashers, before he gets here.


He supped a few warm Bintangs,

And they offered him some rice wine,

Under a palm tree he stopped for a nap.

Then he caught an angkutan,,

'Till he thought he saw some paper,

And ran down to the on-in, as his strength began to sap.


On-out you hashers, on-on you hashers,

On-in you hashers, and down down a beer.

There's still somebody lost in the paddy fields and undergrowth,

And it'll be goodnight hashers, before he gets here.


Under the umbrella,

Was only Fanta and some cherryade,

He'd slept until Wednesday, it was the puppy bash.

So let this be a lesson,

Don't run out of paper,

If you get caught short, especially on the hash !


On-out you hashers, on-on you hashers,

On-in you hashers, and down down a beer.

There's still somebody lost in the paddy fields and undergrowth,

And it'll be goodnight hashers, before he gets here.


CHAINS OF MYSTERY
People what have you done

Locked him in a golden cage golden cage

Made him bend to your religion

Him resurrected from the grave from the grave


He is the god of nothing

If that is all that you can see

You are the god of everything

He’s inside you and me


So lean upon him gently

And don’t call upon him to save

You from your social graces grow

And a sense you’re used to brave you’re used to brave


And the bloody church of England

In chains of mystery

Requests your earthly presence

At the bigger wreck from sea


And the graven image you know who

With his plastic crucifix he’s got him fixed

Confuses me as to who and where and why

After how he gets his kicks he gets his kicks


Confessing to the endless sin

The endless whining sounds

You’ll be praying till next birthday

To all the gods that you can count


THE CITY OF NEW ORLEANS
Riding on the City of New Orleans

Illinois Central Monday morning rail

Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders

Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail

All out on a southbound odyssey

The train pulls out of Kankakee

Rolling past the houses farms and fields

Passing towns that have no name

And freight yards full of old black men

And graveyards full of rusted Automobiles


Singing good morning America how are you

Don’t you know me I’m your native son

I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done


Dealing cards with the old men in the club car

Penny a point and no one’s keeping score

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

Feel the wheels a rumbling ‘neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters

And the sons of engineers

Ride their fathers’ magic carpet made of steel

And mothers with their babes asleep

Are rocking to the gentle beat

The rhythm of the rails is all they feel


Singing good morning America how are you

Don’t you know me I’m your native son

I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done


Night time on the City of New Orleans

Changing cars at Memphis Tennessee

Halfway home and we’ll be there by morning

Through the Mississippi darkness rolling to the sea

But all the towns and people seem

To fade into one bad dream

And the steel rail hasn’t heard the news

The conductor sings his song again

Passengers will please refrain

This train has got the disappearing railroad blues


Singing good morning America how are you

Don’t you know me I’m your native son

I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans

I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done




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