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Ahhhahhahhahh
She came from Planet Claire I knew she came from there She drove a Plymouth Satellite Faster than the speed of light Planet Claire has pink air All the trees are red No one ever dies there No one has a head Ahhhahhhahhahh Some say she's from Mars Or one of the seven stars That shine after 3:30 in the morning WELL SHE ISN'T Ahhhahhhahhahhahhahh |
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| 3:36 |
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Effie, Madge and Mabel and Biddie
See them on the beach Or in New York City Tina, Louise and Hazel and Mavis Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today Wanda and Janet and Ronnie and Reba-o-o-o These are the girls of the USA The principal girls of the USA Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o These are the girls of the USA The principal girls of the USA Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name. |
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| 3. |
| 4:56 |
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We were at a party
His ear lobe fell in the deep Someone reached in and grabbed it It was a rock lobster We were at the beach Everybody had matching towels Somebody went under a dock And there they saw a rock It wasn't a rock It was a rock lobster Motion in the ocean His air hose broke Lots of trouble Lots of bubble He was in a jam S'in a giant clam Down, down Underneath the waves Mermaids wavin' Wavin' to mermen Wavin' sea fans Sea horses sailin' Dolphins wailin' Red snappers snappin' Clam shells clappin' Muscles flexin' Flippers flippin' Down, down Let's rock! Boy's in bikinis Girls in surfboards Everybody's rockin' Everybody's fruggin' Twistin' 'round the fire Havin' fun Bakin' potatoes Bakin' in the sun Put on your noseguard Put on the lifeguard Pass the tanning butter Here comes a stingray There goes a manta-ray In walked a jelly fish There goes a dogfish Chased by a catfish In flew a sea robin Watch out for that piranha There goes a narwhale HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE! |
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| 3:22 |
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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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| 6. |
| 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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| 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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| 8. |
| 3:51 |
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Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years. A hundred thousand years. I'll meet you by the third pyramid I'll meet you by the third pyramid Ah come on, that's what I want, we'll meet in Mesopotamia. oh oh oh (We're goin' down to meet) I ain't no student, (Feel those vibrations) of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation) Before I talk I should read a book. But there's one thing I do know, There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia. Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa I'll meet you by the third pyramid I'll meet you by the third pyramid Ah come on, that's what I want, we'll meet in Mesopotamia. oh oh oh (We're goin' down to meet) Now I ain't no student, (Feel those vibrations) of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation) Before I talk I should read a book. (Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go) But there's one thing that I do know, (Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go) There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia. Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa In Mesopotamia. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa In Mesopotamia. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa |
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| 9. |
| 3:59 |
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Wanna be the ruler of the galaxy
Wanna be the king of the universe Let's meet and have a baby now! Wanna be the empress of fashion Wanna be the president of Moscow Let's meet and have a baby now! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! Hey, I'm Fred the Cancerian from New Jersey I like collecting records and exploring The cave of the unknown Hello, I'm Cindy, I'm a Pisces And I like chihuahuas and Chinese noodles Wanna be the first lady of infinity Wanna be the nicest guy on earth Let's meet and have a baby now! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! La! La! La! La! La! Hi, my name is Ricky and I'm a Pisces I love computers and hot tamales Hey, I'm Kate and I am a Taurus I love tomatoes and black-capped Chickadees Hey, my name is Keith and I'm a Scorpio from Athens, G-A and I like To find the essence from within Wanna be the captain of the Enterprise Wanna be the king of the Zulus Let's meet and have a baby now! Wanna be the daughter of Dracula Wanna be the son of Frankenstein Let's meet and have a baby now! Wanna be mother-father Wanna be daughter-son Wanna be captain Wanna be ruler-king and empress |
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| 4:35 |
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Summer of love
Summer of love I've been waiting for the man Just buzzin' around Downtown Waiting for that very special Comes in to see what I got Orange popsicles and lemonade CHORUS It's the summer of love, love, love I'm in love with love, love, love For everyone transcends here I'm thinking of you boy Love energy is giving us a shove Making this the summer of love I said, |
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| 4:50 |
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I am livin' on Channel Z
Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static Static in my attic from Channel Z Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static. Static filling my attic from Channel Z I don't know-I feel like something's happening Something good is happening! I feel love has got to come on, and I want it Something big and lovely I want the world to change for me! Gotta get away Away from Z-Living on the edge of Z Space junk-laser bombs-ozone holes Better put up my umbrella! Giant stacks blowin' smoke Politicrits pushin' dope All I know-we've got to change what's happening Something good could happen I feel light has got to come through-and I need it Something big and lovely I want the world to change for me-gotta get away-away from Z Living on the edge of Z Waste dumps-toxic fog-irradiate-and keep it fresh forever Good old boys-tellin' lies 'Bout time-I got wise Getting nothing but static Static in my attic from Channel Z Gotta tune in-pico waves. Gotta tune out-PCB's Gotta tune in-market crash. Gotta tune out-polar shift Gotta tune in-narrow minds. Gotta tune out-space junk Gotta tune in-pico waves. Gotta tune out-PCB's Gotta tune in-market crash. Gotta tune out-polar shift Gotta tune in-narrow minds. Gotta tune out-space junk Gotta tune in-bombs. Gotta turn out-atomic lasers falling from the sky Where's my umbrella? Gonna shoot that static down the drain Gonna put that static out of my brain Gonna put up my antennae. FREE! Hamburger ads!-Pop up in my head- On the edge of Aquarius-I'm living on the edge Secre |
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| 4:47 |
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I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute, On this caffeine buzz I was on We were really hummin' We would talk every day for hours We belong to the deadbeat club Anyway we can, We're gonna find something We'll dance in the garden In torn sheets in the rain We're the deadbeat club We're the deadbeat club Going down to Allen's for A twenty-five cent beer And the jukebox playing real loud, "Ninety-six tears" We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys going out for a big time Let's go crash that party down In Normaltown tonight Then we'll go skinny-dippin' In the moonlight We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys going out for a big time Anyway we can We're gonna find something We'll dance in the garden In torn sheets in the rain Chorus Oh no! Here they come The members of the deadbeat club ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIERSON, KATE/SCHNEIDER, FRED/STRICKLAND, KEITH Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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| 5:21 |
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If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for the love getaway Heading for the love getaway, love getaway, I got me a car, it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down To the Love Shack I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. Love baby, that's where it's at, Ooo love baby, that's where it's at Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Lo-o-ove Shack! Well it's set way back in the middle of a field, Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back Glitter on the mattress Glitter on the highway Glitter on the front porch Glitter on the hallway The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at! Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing Cause it's hot as an oven The whole shack shimmies! The whole shack shimmies when everybody's Movin' around and around and around and around! Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby! Folks linin' up outside just to get down Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack! Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail! I got me a car, it seats about twenty So c'mon and bring your jukebox money. The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby! Love Shack bay-bee! (Love Shack...Love Shack...) Love Shack, that's where it's at! Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder baby! Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang on the door Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang You're what?... Tin roof, rusted! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack |
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| 4:55 |
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I near a wind Whistling air Whispering in my ear Boy Mercury shootin' through every degree OOO girl dancin' down those dirty and dusty trails Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel Skip the air-strip for the sunset Ride the arrow for the target-One Take it hip to hip rock it through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Fly the great big sky See the great big sea Kick through continents Bustin' boundaries Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness |
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| 5:59 |
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Brrrr!
All right Bum bum-Bum bum (in combinations) Ooo baby! What? How about givin' me some of that good stuff Well... Here it 'tis Here it 'tis Here it 'tis Here it 'tis Are you lookin' for it? Are you lookin' for it? You'll hear it from me Good stuff baby Do you want it? Do you know how to get it? That good stuff baby Good good stuff I got sincerity that's bonifide And a heart so fine it's certified So let your good stuff rain down on me Your dang good stuff that's true and tried Are you lookin' for it? Are you lookin' for it? You'll hear it from me Good stuff baby Do you want it? Do you know how to get it? That good stuff baby Good good stuff What's the use of gettin' if you ain't sharin' My eyes are strainin' from all the starin' You've become my magnificent obsession So how's about joinin' my lovin' session? Are you ready? I'm ready Are you ready? Uh yeah Are you ready for this? I guess so Come on baby Say whoa! Take me down where the love honey flows Kiss you nice, nibble your toes Take me down where the good stuff grows Love you nice, tickle your nose Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff The big dipper sure ain't big enough To hold all of your dang good stuff So let the people say we're down right nasty I just say we're down right That good stuff that I am seekin' It's got me peakin' and it |
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Waitin' for bus #99
Goin' to the store for hot dogs and wine When all of a sudden, I felt real cold And wound up in the body of a big ol' UFO On the bus, to the plane To the UFO and to outer space baby On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah Take me away Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean The interdimensional outer space being Movin' through the spheres, faster than light On our way to some planets that were outta sight We said space driver, give it a spin And take us to some places we ain't never been On the bus, to another plane To the UFO and outer space baby On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah! Take me away Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean The interdimensional outer space being Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean! I say at which depot do we depart from his UFO? Well it had been 987 years in outer space time when I got back Couldn't seem to find any of my friends to tell my intersting stories to Past life On the bus, to the plane To the UFO and outer space baby On the bus, to the plane Baby yeah! Take me away Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean The interdimensional outer space being Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Astro projector from the outer space scene Astral projector ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SCHNEIDER, FRED/STRICKLAND, KEITH/PIERSON, KATE <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 3:33 |
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Radio operator to the tower
Debbie's comin' in for a landing Oh put your head between your knees Caused by the vibrations of love They're about to shake me to pieces (chorus) Shell-shocked supersonic blonde Hyperphonic female Dark sunglasses on Everyone is here to see Her all-girl rock band Vortex pulls me in The vortex spits me out Jet-eyed glitter child strappin' on a gold guitar We witness the ultrasonic imploding exitation Bodies exhausted in total elation chorus Oh Debbie Queen of the underground Carrying her gold guitar The show is over My downtown baby is headin' home Singing a song She's walkin' alone She walking down the block Now she's comin' my way As our hearts and our dark sunglasses lock chorus Every day-every day Just a little bit wilder Every day-every day Just a little bit tighter Every day-every day Just a little bit wilder Every day-every day Just a little bit tighter |
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