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| 1. |
| 2:55 | 
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Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want Eighteen I just don't know what I want Eighteen I gotta get away I gotta get out of this place I'll go runnin in outer space Oh yeah I got a baby's brain and an old man's heart Took eighteen years to get this far Don't always know what I'm talkin' about Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt Cause I'm Eighteen I get confused every day Eighteen I just don't know what to say Eighteen I gotta get away Lines form on my face and my hands Lines form on the left and right I'm in the middle the middle of life I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I LIKE IT Yes I like it Oh I like it Love it Like it Love it Eighteen! Eighteen! Eighteen! Eighteen and I LIKE IT |
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| 2. |
| 2:38 |
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What have I got
that makes you want to love me Is it my body or someone I might be or somethin' inside me You better tell me Tell me It's really up to you Have you got the time to find out Who I really am What does it take to get inside of your mind Give me a break and take a chance for the very first time You better tell me Tell me It's really up to you Have you got the time to find out Who I really am What have I got that makes you want to love me Now is it my body or someone I might be or somethin' inside me You better tell me Tell me It's really up to you Have you got the time to find out Who I really am |
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| 3. |
| 3:26 |
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I'm a gambler
And I'm a runner But you knew that When you lay down I'm a picture Of ugly stories I'm a killer And I'm a clown Step into the street by sundown Step into your last goodbye You're a target just by living Twenty dollars will make you die I wear lace And I wear black leather My hands are lightning upon my gun My shots are clean And my, my shots are final My shots are deadly And when it's done You're as stiff as my smoking barrel You're as dead as a desert night You're a notch And I'm a legend You're at peace And I must hide Tell me where the hell I'm going Let my bones fall in the dust Can't you hear that ghost that's calling As my Colt begins to rust In the dust I'm a killer I'm a clown I'm a priest That's gone to town |
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| 4. |
| 2:43 |
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The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you, babe I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah But you under my wheels Why don't you let me be 'Cause when you call me on the telephone Saying take me to the show And then I say, honey, I just can't go Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home The telephone is ringing You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels Yeah yeah I got you under my wheels Yeah yeah I got you under my wheels The telephone is ringing You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you, babe I guess you that couldn't see, yeah yeah But you was under my wheels, honey Why don't you let me be, yeah yeah I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels Yeah yeah etc. |
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| 3:22 |
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She struts into the room
Well I don't know her But with a magnifying glance I just sort of looked her over, hmm We have a drink or two Well, maybe three And then suddenly she starts telling me Her life story She says Baby, if you wanna be my lover You better take me home 'Cause it's a long long way to paradise And I'm still on my own Told her that I came From Detroit City And I played guitar In a long-haired rock and roll band She asked me why The singer's name was Alice I said listen, baby You really wouldn't understand And I said Oh baby, if you wanna Be my lover You better take me home 'Cause it's a long long way to paradise And I'm still on my own Oh baby, if you wanna Be my lover You better take me hoooooome 'Cause it's a long long way to paradise And I'm still on my oooooown Ooooooh |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys Makin all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well we can't salute ya Can't find a flag If that don't suit ya That's a drag School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Well we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We can't even think of a word that rhymes School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Out for summer Out till fall We might not go back at all School's out forever School's out for summer School's out with fever School's out completely |
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| 7. |
| 4:16 |
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Hello! Hooray! Let the show begin,
I've been ready. Hello! Hooray! Let the lights grow dim, I've been ready. Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream. Loving every second, ev'ry moment, ev'ry scream, I've been waiting so long to sing my song And I've been waiting so long for this thing to come. Yeah - I've been thinking so long I was the only one. Roll out! Roll out with your American dream and its recruits, I've been ready. Roll out! Roll out with your circus freaks and hula hoops, I've been ready. Ready as this audience that's coming here to dream. Loving every second, ev'ry moment, ev'ry scream, I've been waiting so long to sing my song And I've been waiting so long for this thing to come. Yeah - I've been thinking so long I was the only one. I can stand here strong and thin. I can laugh when this thing begins. God, I feel so strong. I feel so strong. I'm so strong. I feel so strong. So strong. God, I feel so strong, I am so strong. |
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| 8. |
| 4:06 |
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I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice,
I wanna be elected, I'm your yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce, I wanna be elected, Kids want a saviour, don't need a fake, I wanna be elected, We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make, I wanna be elected, elected, elected. I never lied to you, I've always been cool, I wanna be elected, I gotta get the vote, and I told you 'bout school, I wanna be elected, elected, elected, Hallelujah, I wanna be selected, Everyone in the United States of America. We're gonna win this one, take the country by storm, We're gonna be elected, You and me together, young and strong, We're gonna be elected, elected, elected, Respected, selected, call collected, I wanna be elected, elected. "And if I am elected I promise the formation of a new party A third party, the Wild Party! I know we have problems, We got problems right here in Central City, We have problems on the North, South, East and West, New York City, Saint Louis, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Detroit, Chicago, Everybody has problems, And personally, I don't care." |
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| 9. |
| 3:07 |
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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me. I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see. I got no friends 'cause they read the papers. They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down And I'm feeling mean. No more Mister Nice Guy, No more Mister Clean, No more Mister Nice Guy, They say he's sick, he's obscene. I got no friends 'cause they read the papers. They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down And I'm feeling mean. No more Mister Nice Guy, No more Mister Clean, No more Mister Nice Guy, They say he's sick, he's obscene. My dog bit me on the leg today. My cat clawed my eyes. Ma's been thrown out of the s-social circle, And dad has to hide. I went to church incognito. When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith, He recognized me, And punched me in the nose. No more Mister Nice Guy, No more Mister Clean, No more Mister Nice Guy, They say he's sick, he's obscene. |
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| 10. |
| 3:40 |
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Billion dollar baby
Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel, Grimy as an alley Loves me like no other lover. Billion dollar baby Rotten little monster, baby, I adore you. Man or woman living couldn't love me like you, baby. We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands. Yeah, billion dollar baby I got you in the dimestore, No other little girl could ever hold you Any tighter, any tighter than me, baby. Billion dollar baby Reckless like a gambler, million dollar maybe Foamin' like dog that's been infected by the rabies. We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands. Million dollar baby, Billion dollar baby, Trillion dollar baby, Zillion dollar baby. |
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| 11. |
| 3:53 |
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What a drag it is
These gold lame' jeans Is this the coolest way To get though your teens Well, I cut my hair weird I read that it was in I looked like a rooster That was drowned and raised again What are you a-gonna do Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you get away-ay I'm gonna leave today-ay I ran into my room And I fell down on my knees Well, I thought that fifteen Was gonna be a breeze I picked up my guitar To blast way the clouds But somebody in the next room yelled "You gotta turn that damn thing down" What are you gonna do Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you get away-ay I'm gonna cry all day-ay And I know trouble is brewing out there But I can hardly care They fight all night about his private secretary Lipstick stain, blonde hair, oh,oh, oh What are you gonna do Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you run away-ay I'm gonna leave today But even I don't know What I'm gonna do Don't know what I'm gonna do No! What are you a-gonna do Tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you run away I'm gonna leave today What are you a-gonna do I'll tell you what I'm a-gonna do Why don't you get away Well, I'd rather cry all day What are you gonna do What are you Gonna do What are you gonna do Gonna do Gonna do What are you gonna do Gonna do Gonna do What are you gonna do Gonna do Gonna do What are you gonna do Gonna do Gonna do What are you gonna do Gonna do Gonna do What are you gonna do Gonna do Gonna do (Alice, Alice, Alice, Alice) What are you gonna do [Background singer ad lib] Gonna do Gonna do What are you gonna do What are you Gonna do |
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| 12. |
| 3:45 |
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Aw, who's the queen of the locker room
Who's the cream of the crop Well Joey took her to the matinee Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!" Holy muscle of love My heart's a muscle Well, I must have come to that crazy age Where ev'rything is hot 'Cause I don't know if the things I'm thinking Are normal thoughts or not Holy muscle of love Well, I got a muscle of love Yeah Ooh I read Dad's books like I did before Now things are crystal clear Lock the door in the bathroom now I just can't get caught in here Holy muscle of love Well, I got a muscle of love Holy muscle of love I got a muscle of love Holy muscle of love My heart's a muscle of love Holy muscle of love Well, I got a muscle of love Yeah, yeah, yeah Must be a gift from above Yeah, yeah, yeah (Hallelujah, etc.) |
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