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Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)
Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Another white boy band They're happy on demand Everything is planned Until the singer gets a habit Guess what? Guess what? This could get to be a habit Guess what? Guess what? This could get to be a habit Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you I'm going out of my head Inside a T.A.Z. You won't catch me living or dead On the Hollywood A-List Guess what? Guess what? The Hollywood A-List Guess what? Come and get your arse kissed Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you Guess what? I'm with stupid Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you (repeats) Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats) And now for the rest of this record we have a selection of musical items--a stereo treat--as a reward for all your hard work. |
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| 2. |
| 1:53 |
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Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake, baby, shake the memories away Shake it, shake it Shake this grown-up Barbie Doll of a day Shake it, shake it She gets Hugh Hefner, but she forgets the year She just shakes her yeah, yeah, yeah Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake the dirt from your hands now Lisa Marie Shake it, shake it Shaking up the family with Pamela Lee Shake it, shake it Shake this fear of getting nothing done If you can bake a cake you can make a bomb Somebody forgot about something, for sure, something so obvious that they missed it, it's inevitable Moribund music of the 70's Let me feel it |
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| 3:24 |
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Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people Add your name, don't break the cycle Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Because a virtual office in a virtual home Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town Pass it along by word of mouse Save the world, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me Pass it along, pass it along So here's your final resting place Your heaven is protected by security gates Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Because a happy future is a thing of the past And there's always another repeat (repeat) Shut out the world, it's getting worse Save yourself, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Pass it along, don't leave the house Where do you want to go today? Somewhere you could never take me Brave new world population one Just pass it along |
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| 4. |
| 1:58 |
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Good evening, topping nightcast--a possible link between murder and music
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Sticky pages in Hello with Hopper as Nero on Rome See the social big guns going bang, bang, bang Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! Hey, hey, we're the Junkies! No Xmas for Junkies.. Who put the U Who put the U Who put the U in the wamba? So fashionably blue Crime never pays, heroes are handsome, So fashionably blue Pretty children are popular, ugly children cynical So fashionably blue Mothers never work, single women always do So fashionably blue Politics doesn't exist, automobiles screech when they come to a stop So fashionably blue All problems are solved in slightly less than half an hour |
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| 5. |
| 1:08 |
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That was really good
Yeah, wasn't it? Yeah... Uh, what about the record? Ah, they'll get it... It's a no-no I've gotta heave-ho I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato Gene genie, rogue soya beanie Get thee behind me patent margarinie Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and your health and happiness Here's to you and your health and happiness Bobby can you hear me? Uh huh What about this sou... |
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| 6. |
| 2:47 |
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Ahh, let's kiss and make up
Ahh, Let's dig the grave up Ahh, let's have a shake up Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out I had a fling with Doris Day I'm coming out I almost got her in the family way I'm coming out I gotta see what the papers say I'm coming out All dressed up in drag inside a Gucci body bag I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out Ahh, Let's dig the grave up I'm coming out Ahh, let's have a shake up I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out My self denial couldn't get any worse I'm coming out First confession second verse I'm coming out I forget myself but I remember the... words All dressed up in drag inside a Gucci body bag I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out Ahh, Let's dig the grave up I'm coming out Ahh, let's have a shake up I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up I'm coming out Ahh, Let's dig the grave up I'm coming out Ahh, let's have a shake up I'm coming out Ahh, let's kiss and make up The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again |
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| 7. |
| 2:30 |
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C'mon
Norman Rockwell come on in Hang your dirty coat on the door Don't you worry 'bout the cops downstairs They're just digging up the cellar floor I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again I'm the girl from Stars In Their Eyes but I walked into a life of crime Now I turn water into corporate pop, and Danbert is a friend of mine I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble again Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again I got a plastic toy with my happy meal I got a plastic toy with my happy meal I got a plastic toy with my happy meal I feel sick C'mon Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah I'm in trouble again Harry, tomorrow we sit together and discuss the timing |
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| 1:08 |
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I'm just scraping the social dogma from the bottom of my soul
No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm No beat, no rhythm Can you name him? We'll bring you the answer when we come back |
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| 9. |
| 1:34 |
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With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot Ooh Mr. Murdoch can I show you around? A new religion, no beat no rhythm Just Wal-Mart wall to wall A Kodak baby in the land of plenty Honey, I blew up the world With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot With a w and a w and a w dot |
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| 10. |
| 1:58 |
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In the event of something happening to me
There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones I keep straining my ears to hear a sound Maybe someone is digging underground Or have they given up and all gone home to bed Thinking those that once existed must be dead? Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones In the event of something happening to me There is something I would like you all to see It's just a photograph of someone that I knew Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones |
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| 12. |
| 2:58 |
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And I'll give you a free ride to this underground stadium. They'll pick up the fair and they'll even tip you, don't even worry about it, man. You'll love this joint. We'll stop off, we'll buy some booze, and, uh, you'll bring it in and it's just incredible. The girls will be all over you.
I am the Lord of the very last dance I've got 'Tommy' on the leg of my pants I've got the audience in the palm of my hands My good friend Sinatra on my right Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights It's twice a night for twenty-five nights One more litle line, then everyone back to mine Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots I've got Basie conducting the band I got a penthouse suite at the Sands And my feet never touch the ground Are there any Branch Davidians in the house? Here's Jim Jones as a pantomime horse That showbiz gets right up your nose One more little line, then everybone back to mine Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business Jesus in Vegas (repeat) |
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| 1:32 |
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Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine Same old songs, same old cabaret A fairytale in Notting Hill Take your partners for the standing still Once upon a time Not so happy ending for the Mersey and the Tyne Who said the story had to end this way? A fairytale on Beeston Hill Take your partners for the standing still Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... |
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| 3:12 |
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She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye The family money has a magnetic pull (yeah yeah yeah) Her social diary is always full And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye Style has a price without much change If you have to ask, then it's out of your range And both her faces, so easy on the eye And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind Ooh ah, ooh ah Ooh ah, ooh ah Versace and Prada They mean nothing to me, to me (ooh aah) Well, you can buy your friends But I'll hate you for free Hate you for free She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye She's got all the friends that money can buy She's the apple of her Daddy's eye.. |
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| 1:23 |
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We're the ladies for compassionate lynching
We fight for all the things we believe We spend all of our time on your talk shows We put the stickers on your record sleeves |
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| 3:14 |
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The good folks pull together
It's July 4th forever Down in Celebration, Florida The neighbors bring you coffee And everyone's always happy Down in Celebration, Florida There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse And they're selling innocence They're keeping out the deviants To protect the residents Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida They're buying up nostalgia For a time they can't remember Down in Celebration, Florida They're sharing homemade corn chips Even the dogs get facelifts Down in Celebration, Florida There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse And they're selling innocence They're keeping out the deviants To protect the residents Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida There's nation fighting nation There's kids with malnutrition But not in Celebration, Florida Social engineering It gives you that fuzzy feeling Down in Celebration, Florida There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse And they're selling innocence They're keeping out the deviants To protect the residents Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida Celebration, Celebration, Celebration, Florida Well, it's It's very conventional, I don't know, and it's, it's, kind of just relies on some kind of simplistic folk ideology. That's true, actually I'd agree with that. |
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| 0:26 |
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Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son Walks in whistling Casey Jones Moses with a gun Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son Round and round and ad infinitum |
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| 0:49 |
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Damen Hurst said it came in with the tide
Now Jerry Springer, he's in formaldehyde |
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| 2:31 |
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Rain on me o friendly fire
Smart bomb! Me 'n' Audrey gonna sing it for ya Smart bomb! A headache pill to die for Smart bomb! From all participating stores Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! Shine on me o benign virus Smart bomb! Uranium from Arms-R-Us Smart bomb! Here's something for your first-born Smart bomb! George Bush Junior, sing-along Smart bomb! Oooh Smart bomb! You mean you're telling me here when you get coffee you have to pay for each cup? Yep. Donny is that a high-end cut or a mid-range cut? |
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There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin
Dear Calvin, there's a hole in your knickers, a hole Now let's see what happens with Ba-ba-black sheep Ba-ba-black sheep, have you any wool? Dramatic! |
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| 2:33 |
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Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie I failed the audition for celebrity squares Your life is a dream, then you wake up You watch Friends together, then you break up I could win an Oscar, I could be so sincere Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie My psychic make up--it's all over the place Your life is a dream, then you wake up You watch Friends together, then you break up I'd like to thank you all, through this flood of tears Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Thank you... thank you... oh, thank you... Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie |
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| 22. |
| 4:28 |
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Are you happy here in theme park UK/USA?
And do you sometimes wish that your life was plug and play? And are the words to this song concise enough to follow? Is your smart food simple enough to swallow? We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb Are we only eating worms from a can just because we can? And is Disneyland all we understand? Will our history be written out in headlines? Diana dolls, and miracles, and landmines? We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb C'mon up here, second floor, second floor, right here, right here I get knocked down and don't get up again, yo, wamba-silly-assed-bitch C'mon man, we can talk about this Ah, c'mon, I'm a girl, and I can still kick your ass If there's nothing after death than why are we living anyway? What's the point of seventy years? Absolutely pointless... It's me trousers! That's it |
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