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Yeah, we just thought we'd drop in! Where's your icebox? Where's the punch? Ew, hoowwsthe Tofu? Who's to blame when parties really get out of hand? Who's to blame when they get poorly planned? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo. Crashers get bombed, slobs make a mess. Ya know sometimes they'll even ruin your wife's dress. Crashers getttin' bombed. (Who's to blame?) Can you pull it back in line? Can you salvage it in time? What can you do to save a party? Parcheesi? Charades? A spur-of-the-moment Scavenger hunt, or Queen of the Nile? (WOOOOOOOOOOH!) Who turned out the lights! (WOOOOOOOOOOH!) Bombed, crashers gettin' bombed crashers gettin' bombed, bombed, bombed, bombed, well who's to blame? Who's to blame when situations degenerate? Disgusting things you'd never anticipate? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo. People get sick, they play the wrong games. Ya know, it can ruin your name! Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?) Can you pull it back in line? Can you salvage it in time? WOOOOOOOOOOOH! It shouldn't be difficult! Try not to condemn! O.K. Who ordered pizza? I'll be tactful when making the rounds Be tactful when making the rounds and maybeee you can save a parteeee. Party gone out of bounds! Gone out of bounds! Party gone out of bounds! Gone out of bounds! |
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| 3:21 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:10 |
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My baby, lookin' for my baby
Runnin' around Lookin' up, lookin' down Yeah ya know I'd sure like to run around with littly baby right now But you're nowhere to be found In the restaurants, in the store, I'm run, run, runnin' around (runnin') Run, run, runnin' around (runnin') Lookin', lookin' high, lookin' low, for you Lookin' here, lookin' there But you're nowhere I'm lookin' for my baby, yeah Run, run, runnin' around Run, run, runnin' around Chasin' rainbows in the mud You got me chasin' rainbows in the mud In the windows over walls Through the beauty parlor at the mall I'm run, run, runnin' around Run, run, runnin' around I'm lookin' for my baby I'm lookin' for that girl Run, run, runnin' around Run, run, runnin' around You got me runnin' You're NOWHERE! I'm lookin' for my baby I'm lookin' for that girl Runnin', runnin', runnin', (Runnin' around) Runnin', runnin', runnin', (Lookin') Runnin', runnin', runnin', (All over town) Runnin', runnin', runnin', (You got me) |
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| 4:02 |
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She cuts her hair
and calls his name. Wishin' everything could be the same, like when she had him. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everthing I have in my hand. Walking out of Korvettes, Package in her hand. Motions to all the seabirds, throws divinity on the sand. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everthing I have in my hand. Give me, give back my man. Give me, give back my man. Her head's in a whirlpool, spinnin' round and round. If she don't get her man back she's gonna drown. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everything I have in my hand. Give her, give back her man, Give her, give back her man. (repeat) |
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| 3:38 |
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Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo You're living in your own Private Idaho Living in your own Private Idaho Underground like a wild potato. Don't go on the patio. Beware of the pool, blue bottomless pool. It leads you straight right throught the gate that opens on the pool. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the path, beware the gate, watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways". Don't let the chlorine in your eyes blind you to the awful surprise that's waitin' for you at the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool. You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho. You're out of control, the rivers that roll, you fell into the water and down to Idaho. Get out of that state, get out of that state you're in. You better beware. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the patio, keep off the path. The lawn may be green but you better not be seen walkin' through the gate that leads you down, down to a pool fraught with danger is a pool full of strangers. You're living in your own Private Idaho, where do I go from here to a better state than this. Well, don't be blind to the big surprise swimming round and round like the deadly hand of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool. I-I-I-daho I-I-I-daho Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Get out of that state Get out of that state You're living in your own Private Idaho, livin in your own Private.... Idaho |
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| 6. |
| 4:29 |
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HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! The devil's in my car. HELP! The devil's in my car. Ho, devil's in my car, whoa please PLEASE! Leave me alone! We're really tearin' tar. We're goin' 90 miles an hour. Ho! He's drivin' me crazy. He's drivin' me to Hell now. He's pointing his pitchfork at me. He's in the front seat of my car! He's taking over! Oo, he ripped my upholstry. He's at the wheel, HELP! The devil's in my car. HELP! He's drivin' too far. (scream!) Ooooooh! Whoooa! I can't lock the door, I can't put on my safety belt. There's nothing for me to do but yell HELP! Devil's in my car! I'm goin' to Hell in my old Chevrolet, I don't know which way. Oh, HELP! Devil's in my car! Yeah, yeah. He's gone too far. I won't see ya tomorrow. I won't see ya anymore. He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch. Oh! Ow! I'm sitting on his tail. Oh-Ohh, I don't wanna go to Hell. (I don't wanna go to the devil.) He's in my car, in my car, in my car. Ohhhh-waaaaahhh! The radio gives me static, there's nothing on my CB. Oh, HELP! the devil's in my car. Oh, he's in my car. He's in my car. The devil's in my car. We're turning off the road. Oh! Where ya taking me devil? Oh! He's grinning door to door. He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch. HELP ME! Oh, I don't wanna go to Hell. (I don't wanna go to the devil.) He's in my car. Freeway to Hell. We're burning up the road. Freeway to Hell. (Right through the tollbooth) We're burning up the r |
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| 3:59 |
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The skies are charcoal grey,
It's a dreary downtown day, But at the end of my 40 foot leash, Is my little friend Quiche. Quiche La Poodle is her name And having a good time on a crummy day is our game. Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Quiche Lorraine Everyday I take her out. Yea! She runs around, she shouts out and barks, Yea! Cause she's a good doggie She's a sweet, sweet, sweet PUPPY! Arf Arf And I know she'll stick by me, Yea! Arf Arf Oh no! Here comes a Great Dane Drivin' down the lane Quiche, Quiche, Quiche come back here; Don't leave me. I'll go insane. I'll go insane. How do you like that? Has anybody seen a dog dyed dark green. About two inches tall, with a strawberry blonde fall; Sunglasses and a bonnet and designer jeans with appliques on it? The dog that brought me so much joy Left me wallowing in pain. Quiche Lorraine. I'll show her! Do you see the key in my hand? I'm gonna throw it in the lake. Yea, you've been so rotten to me, You take the cake. I'm just gonna lock the door to your kennel, and just you try and come back to me. Yea, you'll see. Quiche Quiche Lorraine You mangey mutt. Quiche Quiche Lorraine I'm talking about Quiche! Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Lorraine! |
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| 4:01 |
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| 4:54 |
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53 miles west of venus
53 miles west of venus 53 miles west of venus 53 miles west of venus 53 miles west of venus 53 miles west of venus 53 miles west of venus 53 miles west of venus (Repeat) |
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