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| 3:57 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:10 |
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| 3. |
| 2:57 |
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| 4. |
| 4:16 | 
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Standing in line at the grocery
A bunch of magazines are looking back at me They got a Bigfoot Elvis and a UFO Well it's on TV so it must be so We wanna believe we take the bait We take it hook and line Chorus It's small talk don't you know what I heard about so and so Can't wait to tell somebody it's getting better every time It don't seem to matter who we talk about or we taking to It's just small talk all small talk Daddy told me when I was young You got two ears boy and just one tongue He said the reason why were made that way We got more to learn then we have to say I still believe every word he said But I get caught up sometimes Chorus In small talk don't you know what I heard about so and so Can't wait to tell somebody it's getting better every time It don't seem to matter who we talk about or we taking to It's just small talk all small talk We got a TV show Talking about a radio talk show Talking about the way nobody's talking anymore And by the time it gets around It leaps the truth with a single bound And what we need to hear goes out the door Chorus With small talk don't you know what I heard about so and so Can't wait to tell somebody it's getting better every time It don't seem to matter who we talk about or we taking to It's just small talk all small talk |
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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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| 6. |
| 3:32 |
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| 7. |
| 3:10 |
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| 8. |
| 5:06 |
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They get up every morning
From the alarm clock's warning Take the 8:15 into the city There's a whistle up above And people pushing, people shoving And the girls who try to look pretty And if your train's on time You can get to work by nine And start your slaving job to get your pay If you ever get annoyed Look at me, I'm self-employed I love to work at nothing all day And I've been takin' care of business, every day Takin' care of business, every way I've been takin' care of business, it's all mine Takin' care of business and working overtime, work out If it were easy as fishin' You could be a musician If you could make sounds loud or mellow Get a second-hand guitar Chances are you'll go far If you get in with the right bunch of fellows People see you having fun Just a-lying in the sun Tell them that you like it this way It's the work that we avoid And we're all self-employed We love to work at nothing all day And we've been takin' care of business, every day Takin' care of business, every way We've been takin' care of business, it's all mine Takin' care of business and working overtime Woo, all right, oww! Take good care of my business When I'm away, every day, woo They get up every morning From the alarm clock's warning Take the 8:15 into the city There's a whistle up above And people pushing, people shoving And the girls who try to look pretty And if your train's on time You can get to work by nine And start your slaving job to get your pay If you ever get annoyed Look at me, I'm self-employed I love to work at nothing all day And I've been taking care of business, every day Takin' care of business, every way I've been takin' care of business, it's all mine Takin' care of business and working overtime Takin' care of business, woo Takin' care of business Takin' care of business, yeah Takin' care of business Takin' care of business, every day Takin' care of business, every way Takin' care of business, it's all mine Takin' care of business, and working overtime, woo Takin' care of business Takin' care of business We've been takin' care of business We've been takin' care of business, woo Takin' care of business Takin' care of business Takin' care of business |
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| 9. |
| 3:41 |
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| 10. |
| 4:10 |
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| 11. |
| 4:32 |
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I know that it's been a long
Time since I've been gone It's easy to forget--help me remember Funny but I've never been Good at stayin' close But that don't mean that I never remember And it's been --So long Been gone but feel like we're one again So long.... And it's been so long I kept thinkin' maybe tomorrow And now I'm gonna leave again--believe again Yeah yeah--so long.... I take a little time to think About what is right or wrong And that will lead me home if I remember And I do--me I know it's true Come find me and I'll be there to tender (Chorus) Take a little look around I listen while I learn Why are you the one I take for granted 'Cause I do--me I know it's true I know you would never just demand it (Chorus--some stuff--out) |
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| 12. |
| 3:52 |
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This town ain't big, this town ain't small.
It's a little of both they say. Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A. We sit below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall. We do the wave all by ourself. Hey ump, a blind man could've made that call. Chorus: We like our beer flat as can be. We like our dogs with mustard and relish. We got a great pitcher what's his name. Well we can't even spell it. We don't worry about the pennant much. We just like to see the boys hit it deep. There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats. The game was close, we'll call it a win. Go off to toast the boys again. That local band is back in town. They got a kinda minor league sound. They're not that bad, they're not that good. But all in all it's understood. We wanna dance, they wanna play. We wouldn't have it any other way. Chorus: We like our beer flat as can be. We like our dogs with mustard and relish. We got a great pitcher what's his name. Well we can't even spell it. We don't worry about the pennant much. We just like to see the boys hit it deep. There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats. Cheap seats Now the majors called up ol' what's his name. And one more buildin' rises tall. And suddenly we're all grown up. And this old town not quite so small. But I'll always miss the middle size town. In the middle of the middle-west. With no name pitchers and local bands, And mustard and relish and all the rest. Chorus: We like our beer flat as can be. We like our dogs with mustard and relish. We got a great pitcher what's his name. Well we can't even spell it. We don't worry about the pennant much. We just like to see the boys hit it deep. There's nothing like the view from the cheap seats. Cheap seats... |
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| 1:28 |
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