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| 1. |
| 3:37 | 
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Before I turn on my lover, gotta turn on my stereo
And it goes in better with a little bit of rock and roll Now I'm easing to my pleasing by the candlelight I'm slippin' on a stack of black wax and then I call it a night I started groovin' and she started movin' And we really started feeling fine In the midst of consummation she caused me aggravation When she started messing with that dial Don't you change that song It's my favourite record Don't you change that song It goes on and on again I took her forty-fives right in my hand And baby, I've got twelve inches of fun always at my command Ease it out of the sleeve, put the needle in the groove It ain't no silver platter, it's a matter of who does who And I started shakin', the lady started takin' And everything I disgorged In the midst of satisfaction she caused a distraction When she started messin' with that sound Don't you change that song It's my favourite record Don't you change that song It goes on and on again Hey baby, there's no reason Why we can't get along It's easy to see I got the music in me When it boils down, if you're gonna hang around Baby, don't change that song Don't you change that song It's my favourite record Don't you change that song It goes on and on again Don't you change that song It's my favourite record Don't you change that song It goes on and on again |
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| 2. |
| 3:42 |
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Saw your number written on the wall Said for a good time call Call 281-7668 Hey baby I can't wait I got your number off the bathroom wall Pick up the phone and I start to think I get excited when it starts to ring I want you to go or stay If it's good I'll call her everyday I got your number off the bathroom wall CHORUS: Got your number off the bathroom wall And I decided it was about time I made the call You answered the phone in a sexy voice I got excited and I had no choice To put another dime in the telephone Cuz my number's alone at home I got your number off the bathroom wall CHORUS: Saw your number written on the wall Said for a good time call Call 281-7668 Hey baby I can't wait I got your number off the bathroom wall Got your number off the bathroom wall And I decided it was about time I made the call Got your number off the bathroom wall Boy Am I lucky that I didn't use the other stall Scribe |
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| 3. |
| 3:57 |
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There's been a lot of talk but nothing said
And don't you understand my French What do I have to do to make a reservation Just to talk to you and explain That all you ever do is complain I got no, I got no room for emotion, yeah It's like a cloud drippin radiation right on my head I got no, I got no room for emotion Now I'm tryin to make the best out of a bad situation You take my heart, flush it down the drain I'm easy baby, it's such a shame Now I've had it up to here with all your aggravation That you put on me, such a crime Baby, you're just wastin my time |
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| 4. |
| 3:43 |
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Let's go across the tracks where pussy ain't no feline Rev up my Chevy I'm gonna pay to play Baby Lickity-split I like that taste I push ahead and I fall behind I'm just a good Good Tom I just wanna stay CHORUS: Just got back from the Best cathouse in town I had the best piece of Mona Lisa I ever found And I'm going back to the Best cathouse in town To get some more of that cheap little tramp right about now Let's go to the house Where business is a pleasure And as long as there's a virgin I won't go away Now I'm a hard Hard act to swallow And she's my buried treasure It'll be a long Long time before I'm on my way CHORUS: SOLO Ooh I'm gonna get to move in Gas in my Chevy Headin' down the way Said Just God Get me back Get me back I say CHORUS: And I'm going back to the Best cathouse in town I had the best piece of Mona Lisa I ever found And I'm going back to the Best cathouse in town To get some more of that cheap little tramp Right about now Scribe |
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| 5. |
| 3:17 |
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Livin' in L.A. is so much fun Boy you is ugly and your girlfriend weighs a ton We was sittin' in our car in a traffic jam And some tourist started screamin', "Hey, ain't you that guy in Wham?" No We won't shut up We're just babblin' on and on Babylon Babblin' on and on Shut up PPPUSSYCAT Shut up Man That hoochie-koochie made me dizzy Cowabunga I said shut your face and take off what you got under Went outside Said your place Not mine Toss her panties on the couch and she smells like she might die No We won't shut up We're just babblin' on and on Babylon Babblin' on and on SOLO Caught in a Bel-Air with Buffy and Biffy Some homeboy says "Hey guys Want some sniffy?" On the trigger was a punch and we put a Spanish Fly Biffy's without spot And Buffy's on my thigh No We won't shut up We're just babblin' on and on Babylon Babblin' on and on PPPPUSSYCAT Shut up PPPPUSSYCAT Shut up PPPPUSSYCAT Shut up Shut up PPPPUSSYCAT Shut up |
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| 3:31 | 
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| 7. |
| 3:48 |
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I'm not seein it, baby
I gotta hear what you say, say it Come on, say it, come on You got me walking right on broken glass And when I start to bleed Is when you start to feed Leakin through to the basement of my soul I've been on fire before, but I never felt so cold Standin on the edge (shooting you down) And I'm lookin down (shooting you down) And I try my hardest just to shoot you down I'm laughin like a clown (shooting you down) I'm trackin you down (shooting you down) And I try my hardest just to shoot you down Cadillac woman, your makeup Is startin to roll down your white walls Come on, stop it, come on You're killin all the flowers of romance The ones deep in me That were never diseased, no Peakin through the window of my home Now I'm with so many people, but I've never felt so all alone, no Standin on the edge (shooting you down) And I'm lookin down (shooting you down) And I try my hardest just to shoot you down I'm laughin like a clown (shooting you down) I'm trackin you down (shooting you down) And I try my hardest just to shoot you down You better watch out, baby There's a whole lot of shootin goin on And if I ever catch you Gonna crack your backside down, right |
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| 8. |
| 4:20 |
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Sun's comin up in the West
I've got my pearl and my steel And Bernie takes a look at Stacy Says "boy, is this for real" The heat is comin down and I'm not laughin I pulled my trigger, I'm blastin for action I jumped into the saddle, I'm not walkin I'm sick of this town and all it's talkin This city has no heart No no no no no heart It's got a mouth that keeps a runnin And baby it won't stop No, it won't stop This city has no heart It's got a mouth that keeps a runnin And baby it won't stop Face it, this place is a mess It's got a hole in the ceiling The rain comes and washes away All the hope and the feelin And Jackie's feelin numb, face down on the table Greg is poppin bubble gum, makin love to Betty Grable Walkin up and down the streets of blood fashion I've had it up to here with this so called attraction This city has no heart No no no no no heart It's got a mouth that keeps a runnin And baby it won't stop No, it won't stop This city has no heart It's got a mouth that keeps a runnin And baby it won't stop I said hey, this city has no heart Gypsy junkie baby, you're sittin in the sun And there's no use tryin, but you did it again, oh no |
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| 3:28 |
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| 10. |
| 3:03 |
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Juicin it up 'til I can't see what's in front of me
Can you help me make it up the stairs So I can hit the sack and maybe get some sleep A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy One more swig will alter my psychology My mornings are pure misery, ice pack on my head It's another Bloody Mary morning And I'm feeling pretty sore, wish I was dead A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy One more swig will alter my psychology Drowning all my sorrows in my gin I wish that I just knew where I had been last night Last call for alcohol, it's the ending of my night Bought me a case of Tylenol just to make me feel all right Yeah, I said "Hey Riki, wanna take me down to the store To buy another bottle" I said A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy One more swig will alter my mentology Got a bottle in front of me Like a frontal lobotomy |
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