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1. |
| 3:40 | ||||
I don't love the mountains
And I don't love the sea And I don't love Jesus He never done a thing for me I ain't pretty like my sister Or smart like my dad Or good like my mama It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love They say that's money Can't buy love in this world But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine And a sixteen-year old girl And a great big long limousine On a hot September night Now that may not be love But it is all right One, two It's Money That I Love Wanna kiss you Three, four It's Money That I Love Used to worry about the poor But I don't worry anymore Used to worry about the black man Now I don't worry about the black man Used to worry about the starving children of India You know what I say about the starving children of India ? I say, "Oh mama" It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love |
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2. |
| 2:53 | ||||
They were six fine English boys
Who knew each other in Birmingham They bought a drum and guitar Started a rock-roll band And Johnny played little violin And Bobby Joe played the big violin The one that stands on the floor They were all in the rock-roll band Their first song sounded like this Please get me a witness Please get me a witness Right off, they needed a name Someone said, "How 'bout the Renegades ?" Johnny said, "Well I don't know. I prefer E.L.O." I love their "Mr. Blue Skies" Almost my favorite is "Turn to Stone" And how 'bout "Telephone Line"? I love that E.L.O. |
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3. |
| 4:04 | ||||
Have we got a tough guy here?
Have we got a tough guy from the street? And he looks just like that dancing wop In those movies that we've seen With his cute little chicken shit boots on And his cute little chicken shit hat And his cute little chicken shit girlfriends Ridin' along in back What's been happening with you boys? Are you having a nice time on your trip? All the way from Jersey City And you look pretty as a picture Please don't hurt no one tonight Please don't break no woman's heart How 'bout it, you little prick? How 'bout it? Hope we're gonna get the chance To show you 'round Hope we're gonna get the chance To show you 'round Talk tough to me, Pretty Boy Tell us all about the mean streets of home Talk tough to me |
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4. |
| 3:55 | ||||
Golly, Mister, where you going?
You'll be late for work Careful or you'll drop your briefcase Jesus, what a jerk There he goes Down to the subway Off to catch the train Too bad for him He forgot his umbrella Poor Mr. Sheep You're wet Mr. Sheep Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on Tell me, how's your little family? How's your little wife? Are you going to live with these monsters For the rest of your life? Maybe you got a little girlfriend Stashed somewhere in town May be you ain't got a little girlfriend Ha ha ha ha ha Poor Mr. Sheep He's a lonely guy too Walk on Mr. Sheep Walk on Dance, Mister! Hey, he's doin' OK Oh, oh Oh, he's all right Let him get up by himself Now I don't want to be too rough And I don't want to be too mean You're right - This world is awful tough I know exactly what you mean But I want you to know Exactly how I feel And to tell you the truth Right now I feel like going I feel like going Baa Baa Mr. Sheep Careful, you're walking all over your own self now Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on |
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5. |
| 2:30 | ||||
Stay with me for a little while
You've nowhere to go And I've nowhere to go It makes me so happy When you smile At me Work all your life And you end up with nothing Live in one room like a bum Once I flew in a plane And I fought in a war We lived in a castle And slept on the floor And I don't want to be All alone anymore I'm sorry Out in the street There's little colored kids playing Where my own little boy used to play So I sit in this chair And I ache with the gout And I talk to myself 'Cause I'm scared to go out And I just want to know What was it all about I'm sorry |
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6. |
| 2:54 | ||||
Here's an old, old story
'Bout a man and a woman Gone off to California 'Cause they just got married All their friends in Boston Are so very happy They're dancing in the doorways 'Cause their friends got married He gets a job Working in a car wash up in Santa Cruz She gets a job Teaching at a nursery school Oh, they're so nice What's gonna happen to 'em? Soon they have a little white-haired baby Looks just like his daddy And they're all real happy A couple of year go by She's going to see the doctor It's just a regular checkup (oh no) Plus she thinks she might be pregnant Anyway, she dies And he moves down to Los Angeles Meets a foolish girl with lots of money Now they're getting married |
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7. |
| 3:58 | ||||
Little mama
From Japan Sent by her Masters To a foreign land "Go out with the sailors Hang 'round the dock Get out of the way When the bombs start to drop" You know she's a... Spy Be careful what you say, boys Spy She looks just like a schoolgirl Big fat Russian Looks into a buffalo Check into a dude ranch In New Mexico Nearby in the desert Great scientific minds Struggle with questions Of Space and Time Watch out for him Spy You can tell he ain't no cowboy Spy Vhoaaa ! If you love this country And I hope you do Then listen closely To what I say to you They're in the shipyard They're in the factory And they might look just like me But they're... Spies Everywhere you go see 'em Spies They even got 'em in Chicago |
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8. |
| 2:43 | ||||
Was a little girl
Maybe five-foot-two Had the cutest little feet Made my heart go tweet-tweet Quite a pleasant disposition Then came a pretty young French girl, mmm Whom I met in Las Vegas When I was there with my parents Oh my Had a real nice conversation Met a girl at the bakery She wanted to borrow my car from me She took it down to Mexico Ran over a man named Juan Then I went to college Met a college girl She lived in the sorority house Across from the school Got a real fine education Had seven women on my mind Now I'm married Have a very lovely wife Three cute little boys It's so nice And that's just half the story Of the girls in my life |
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9. |
| 3:42 | ||||
This big old queen was standing
On the corner of the street He waved his hanky at me As I went rolling by I pulled the truck up on the sidewalk And I climbed down from the cab With my tire-chain and my knife As I approached him He was trembling like a bird I raised the chain above my head He said, "Please, before you kill me Might I have one final word?" And this is what he said: "I am but Half A Man, Half A Man I'd like to be a dancer But I'm much too large Half A Man, Half A Man I'm an object for your pity Not your rage" Oh, the strangest feeling's sweeping over me Both my speech and manner have become much more refined I said, "Oh, what is this feeling? What is wrong with me?" She said, "Girl, it happens all the time " And you are Half A Man, Half A Man Look, you're walking and you're talking Like a fag." Half A Man, I am Half A Man Holy Jesus, what a drag |
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10. |
| 1:53 | ||||
William Brown, a tobacco man
Left North Carolina when he sold his land He took a train to Omaha Stayed there with some friends he had And he didn't mind the dust And he didn't mind the wind And he didn't mind the cold And he didn't miss home And he liked the people And he liked the town So he built himself a house beside the river And he sent for his children And he sent for his cars And he bought himself a little business that would run itself And he didn't mind the dust And he didn't mind the wind And he didn't mind the cold And he didn't miss home |
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11. |
| 3:06 | ||||
Gonna take off my pants
Gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants And your mama can't stop me And your papa can't stop me And the police can't stop me No one can stop me Gonna do it right now Gonna do it right now I'm gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants And your teachers can't stop me And your priests can't stop me And your firemen can't stop me And the President can't stop me Will you take off my pants? Will you take off my pants? |