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| 2:55 | 
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Short People got no reason
Short People got no reason Short People got no reason To live They got little hands Little eyes They walk around Tellin' great big lies They got little noses And tiny little teeth They wear platform shoes On their nasty little feet Well, I don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People `Round here Short People are just the same As you and I (A Fool Such As I) All men are brothers Until the day they die (It's A Wonderful World) Short People got nobody Short People got nobody Short People got nobody To love They got little baby legs That stand so low You got to pick 'em up Just to say hello They got little cars That got beep, beep, beep They got little voices Goin' peep, peep, peep They got grubby little fingers And dirty little minds They're gonna get you every time Well, I don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People Don't want no Short People 'Round here |
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| 2. |
| 2:47 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:03 |
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What you wanna come back here for?
Thought you're with your uptown friends Don't need none of your junkie business You gonna screw us up again Get your blackjack off my table Get your coat out of my rack We don't need you 'round here, jerk-off Chuck, I want you off my back 'Cause we've almost made it We've almost made it We've almost made it to the top Got a gun from Uncle Freddy Got a station all picked out Got a plan and now we're ready Gonna take that station out So you go about your business You just leave use folks alone We don't need no two-bit junkie Screwin' up our happy home 'Cause we've almost made it We've almost made it We've almost made it to the top |
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| 2:43 |
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Here I am lost in the wind
'Round in circles sailing Like a ship that never comes in Standing by myself Sing a sad song for a good man Sing a sad song for me Sing a sad song for the sailor A thousand miles from the sea Here I am along on the plain Sun's going down It's starting to rain Papa, we'll go sailing |
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| 3:50 |
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There's comin' down the street
They're comin' right down the middle Look how they keep the beat Why they're as blue as the ocean How the sun shines down How their feet hardly touch the ground Jolly Coppers On Parade Here come the black-and-whites Here come the motorcycles Listen to those engines roar Now they're doin' tricks for the children Oh, they look so nice Looks like angels have come down from Paradise Jolly Coppers On Parade Oh, mama That's the life for me When I'm grown That's what I'm want to be They're comin' down the street They're comin' right down the middle Look how they keep the beat Why they're as blue as the ocean Oh, it's all so nice Looks like angels have come down from Paradise Jolly Coppers On Parade |
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| 3:43 |
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In Germany Before The War
There was a man who owned a store In nineteen hundred thirty-four In Dusseldorf And every night at fine-o-nine He'd cross the park down to the Rhine And he'd sit there by the shore I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of gray Reflected in his glasses As he watches her A little girl has lost her way With hair of gold and eyes of gray I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea We lie beneath the autumn sky My little golden girl and I And she lies very still |
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| 2:53 |
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The world of science is my game
And Albert Einstein is my name I was born in Germany And I'm happy yo be Here in the land of the brave and the free In the year of nineteen five Merely trying to survive Took my knapsack in my hand Caught a train for Switzerland America, America God shed his grace on Thee You have whipped the Philipino Now you rule the Western Sea Americans dream of gypsies, I have found Gypsy knives and gypsy thighs That pound and pound and pound and pound And African appendages that almost reach the ground And little boys playing baseball in the rain America, America Step out into the light You're the best dream man has ever dreamed And may all your Christmases be white |
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| 4:06 |
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Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair Tryin' to find the ocean Lookin' everywhere Hard times in the city In a hard town by the sea Ain't nowhere to run to There ain't nothin' here for free Hooker on the corner Waitin' for a train Drunk lyin' on the sidewalk Sleepin' in the rain And they hide their faces And they hide their eyes 'Cause the city's dyin' And they don't know why Oh, Baltimore Man, it's hard just to live Oh, Baltimore Man, it's hard just to live, just to live Get my sister Sandy And my little brother Ray Buy a big old wagon Gonna haul us all away Livin' in the country Where the mountain's high Never comin' back here 'Til the day I die Oh, Baltimore Man, it's hard just to live Oh, Baltimore Man, it's hard just to live, just to live |
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| 9. |
| 2:48 |
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I'll Be Home
I'll Be Home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy And there's no one else around To keep you company Remember, baby, You can always count on me I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home Wherever you may wander And wherever you may roam You come back I'll be waiting here for you No one else will ever love you The way I do I'll be here to comfort you And see you through I'll Be Home I'll Be Home I'll Be Home |
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| 10. |
| 3:55 |
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Got a gun in my holster
Got a horse between my knees And I'm goin' to Arizona Pardon me, boys, if you please I have been a desperado Raped and pillaged 'cross the plain Now, I'm goin' to Arizona Just a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain And I'm goin' to Arizona He's a Rider In The Rain Oh, my mother's in St. Louis And my bride's in Tennessee So, I'm goin' to Arizona With a banjo on my knee He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain And I'm goin' to Arizona He's a Rider In The Rain Used to work in Uncle's feed store While he was fightin' in the war Now I'm goin' to Arizona Ain't gonna work for him no more I'm the son of the prairie And the wind that sweeps the plain So, I'm goin' to Arizona Just a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain And I'm goin' to Arizona He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain He's a Rider In The Rain And I'm goin' to Arizona Just a Rider In The Rain |
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| 11. |
| 3:38 |
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There is a countryard here in Chicago
Down by the river where no one goes We could be married there in the countryard By this old Spanish priest that no one knows And he'll say "Nel blu, dipinto Dipinto di blu Felice de stare Di stare lassu" That means you love him And he loves you "Piu bel ci sono Ci sei tu" Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen The best one in the world Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen I've always been crazy about Irish girls I've always been crazy about Irish girls Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, Come what may Her, hey, hey, hey I'm gonna take you away, away Kathleen, Kathleen, Kathleen I've searched through all the world I dream of you, Kathleen I've always been crazy about Irish girls I've always been crazy about Irish girls |
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| 12. |
| 2:13 |
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He's waitin' for come rain to fall
He's waitin' for some mail to come He's waitin' for the dawn again Old Man On The Farm Milk the cow - slop the pigs Sweeping out the chicken-house Drinking whiskey in the barn Goodnight ladies Sorry if I stayed too long So long it's been good to know you I love the way I sing that song |
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