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got an urge got a surge
and it's out of control got an urge i wanna purge 'cause i'm losing control uncontrollable urge i wanna tell you all about it uncontrollable urge makes me scream and shout it it's got style it's got class so strong i can't let it pass i gotta tell you all about it i gotta scream and shout it and i say yeah |
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I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get me no satisfaction And I try and I try and I try t-t-t-t-try try I can't get no I can't get me no When I'm riding in my car And a man comes on the radio He's tellin' me more and more About some useless information Supposed to fire my imagination I can't get no uh no no no Hey hey hey that's what I say I can't get no satisfaction I can't get me no girly action When I'm watchin' my tv And a man comes on to tell me How white my shirts could me But he can't be a man 'cause he does not smoke The same cigarettes as me And when I'm flying around the world And I'm doin' this and I'm tryin' do that And I'm trying to make some girl Tells me baby better come back later next week Can't you see I'm on a losing streak ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BARLOW, GARY/JAGGER, MICK/RICHARDS, KEITH <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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You got your left hand
You got your right hand You got your left hand You got your right hand Well the left hand's diddling While the right hand goes to work I said the left hand's diddling now While the right hand goes to work You got both hands You got both hands You got praying hands You got praying hands They pray for no man They pray for no man. OK....Relax... Assume the position Go into doggie submission. Wash your hands 3 times a day Always do what your mom and dad say Brush your teeth in the following way Wash your hands 3 times a day |
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She was walking, all alone.
Down the street, in the alley. Her name was Sally, I never touched her. She never saw it. When she was hit by, space junk! She was smashed by, space junk! She was killed by, space junk! In New York, Miami Beach. Heavy metal fell, in Cuba Angola, Saudi Arabia On Christmas Eve, said Norad A soviet sputnik, hit Africa. India, in Venezuela, In Texas, Kansas. It's falling fast, Peru too. It keeps coming, it keeps coming. And now I'm mad about, space junk! I'm all burned out about, space junk! Oooh walk and talk about, space junk It smashed my baby's head, space junk! And now my Sally's dead, space junk! |
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mongoloid he was a mongoloid
happier than you and me mongoloid he was a mongoloid and it determined what he could see mongoloid he was a mongoloid one chromosome too many mongoloid he was a mongoloid and it determined what he could see and he wore a hat and he had a job and he brought home the bacon so that no one knew mongoloid he was a mongoloid his friends were unaware mongoloid he was a mongoloid nobody even cared |
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they tell us that
we lost our tails evolving up from little snails i say it's all just wind in sails are we not men? we are DEVO! we're pinheads now we are not whole we're pinheads all jocko homo are we not men? D-E-V-O monkey men all in business suit teachers and critics all dance the poot are we not men? we are DEVO! are we not men? D-E-V-O god made man but he used the monkey to do it apes in the plan we're all here to prove it i can walk like an ape talk like an ape i can do what a monkey can do god made man but a monkey supplied the glue we must repeat o.k. let's go |
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Think I got your dial tone
Think I got Billy Baxter's bone Think I got a bubble-sac I think I got a Big Mac attack Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce Special orders, don't upset us All we ask is that you let us Serve it your way There's too much paranoias There's too much paranoias My momma's afraid to tell me The things she's afraid of I been dipped in double meaning I been stuck with static cling Think I got a rupto-pac I think I got a Big Mac attack Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce Special orders, don't upset us All we ask is that you let us Serve it your way There's too much paranoias There's too much paranoias My momma's afraid to tell me The things she's afraid of |
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something about the way you taste
makes me want to clear my throat there's a message to your movements that really gets my goat i looked for sniffy linings but you're rotten to the core i've had just about all i can take you know i can't take it no more got a gut feeling centered 'round long time ago on your ability to torment then you took your tongs of love and stripped away my garment got a gut feeling |
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Jonee went to the pawnshop
Bought himself a guitar Now he's gonna go far You gotta love 'em and leave 'em Sometimes you deceive 'em You made her cry Jonee you're bad You're gonna make her sad Jonee jumped in his Datsun Drove out on the expressway Went head-on into a semi His guitar is all that's left now He made her cry Now she calls his name Jonee you're to blame |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
I saw my baby yesterday, saw my baby yesterday She spent her money on a car. Spent her money on a brand new car! It didn't get her very far. You know it didn't go very far! So my baby said to me. You know my baby said to me! You know my baby she said.. Sloppy, she said sloppy, she said sloppy. I think I missed the hole, la hole, la hole, laaaa hole. She said sloppy, she said sloppy, she said sloppy. I think I missed the hole, la hole, la hole, laaaa hole. |
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well it's a god-given fact (that
you can't go back) it's a god-given law that you're gonna lose your maw it's a god-given fact you gotta buy'em by the sack it's a god-given law that you're gonna get small may be just another rap but you're running out of sap well you better take the rap dying under daddy's cap it's at the top of the list that you can't get pissed it's rule #1 living right isn't fun time-tested and true you gotta pooty poo-poo |
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