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- BREAKIN UP IS HARD TO DO
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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
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
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 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
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
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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
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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
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 You had to sit down laughing laughing just to keep from crying
I woke up this morning grandmother had them too What d’you know about that I’ve got the bullfrog blues bullfrog
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 He looked inside his bag and said well well
You don’t need no doctor you don’t need no pill Just take my advice I sure know how to cure your ills
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
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
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 You had to sit down laughing laughing just to keep from crying
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, 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, 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, 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
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
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
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
The judge is a grudge man you know that’s a fact Hope you don’t ever get caught in the act
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 Yüklə 1,87 Mb. Dostları ilə paylaş:
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