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Take a seat and cool it 'cause unless you overrule it
We are ready to show you some blowin' A rompin' and a stompin' is a lot of fun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsSo settle down an' listen 'cause you don't know what you're missin' And we're ready to give you a showin' A movin' it 'n groovin' it has just begun Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsWe got a little message that you're gonna enjoy Ain't no sense in dodgin' the facts So settle in your easy chair an' if you ever had a care - forget it, It's time to relaxWe might as well admit it, we're the best that ever did it But in case you ain't too sure a knowin' We're gonna let you listen to us one by one Four brothers who are blowin' our hornsHow'd ya do, I'm talkin' about you It's very nice to know that you have really taken time to listen to me blow 'Cause as sure as I'm born, I'm blowin' my horn It's me baby, I'm blowin', zootin' it up And I hope you dig the sounds I'm makin' more'n any other Now I must go for it's time for you to listen to my other brotherI think the chick's talkin' 'bout me so I'd better go 'n see I'm hip that she knows a horn is very best to greet you That's the reason I'm blowin' so snappily I don't know what ya got, but it thrills me an' I hope to have a lot 'Cause it puts me in clover So baby, if you would like to dig my other brother You're gonna have to turn the record overHey hey hey Who ya talkin' about, say who ya talkin' about Did I hear you say you'd duce your other brother 'Cause in case I heard you talkin' about three, that's me Pleased to meet you, how'd you do, how are you, nothing new, How is everything with you? Whattya say I leave this jazz up to my brother --Dig dig dig my Long Island sound I hope you're puttin' it down You got me in a mood that's so romantic If you notice you can dig this silly old act Because I'm actin' so distracted when I dig you Pretty baby you will never know how much I really dig you You have got me so excited that I goofed blowin' my hornOoh bop the news is gettin' around, we're really puttin' it down We're glad of fact that you enjoy it and we wish we had the time to give you more Thank you for the compliment You told us we were better just as if we didn't know it We're hip that we're the best, we're over all the rest We're in the modern school, we always play it cool, we never play the fool The honkers and the squeakers might be stealin' the show But we don't go for that, so while we blowHi-ho, lackadaise, for it's a natural fact I ain't no kin, but I would like to get in the act!Well get outta here, get outta here, get outta here Now fellas we appreciate him makin you mad, But we must ask you to apologize Because after all he's in our bandFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Although we sound like more Four brothers, four brothers, four brothers We're really only fourWe like to blow but we don't know how time can fly and how our cares pass away We wish the time would never go so we could take our time an' blow 'til judgement dayFour brothers, four brothers, four brothers Now just one final word:I'd like to know you and I hope I don't forget you It's really a pleasure and I hope I don't look silly to you I'm hopin' the story that I told did not upset you Sorry now in conclusion were you hoping that you heard fourSo just before we go we want you to know --- We're glad you let us show you how we always end up with that jazz (We don't call for back up on the road) Oh - ohhh!!!! |
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| 2. |
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He's got that funny name
An' ramblin' that's his game, that's it He's Rambo, talkin' bout Me! We'll see (Piano) They call him Rambo 'cause he's travellin' He don't stay one place His life's a string he keeps unravellin' He don't leave no trace He's got a yen for changin' places He digs changin' scenes That way he stays in everybody's good graces He's happy on the move He's mobile and free He wants no strings attached That's how it's gotta be, see! He'll keep on ramblin' till the coda He don't stay one place Because he's just a ramblin' man His favorite hobby's hittin' the road He was a fella livin' solely by the ramblers only code Some people're born to roam Fate gave 'em roamin' natures An' so they wander aroun' Leavin' people wondrin' when they'll touch the groun' Hither 'n yon, here 'n beyon' Wherever they never been before As soon as you're used t'their face They're off 'n runnin' again Gone to another new place Peripatetic is the only word that I have ever heard that people could use that really describes him There's no other word could do that Only other word I know that comes The closest to it is "Gypsy" An' that don't really fit him at all "Cause he ain't tellin' fortunes 'N hates bein' dipsy Everywhere I go they call him Rambo 'Cause he won't stay long In my ramblin' I've met a lotta people here 'n there An' I find they're 'bout the same everywhere Each with his own little thing That he uses while he's tryin' to swing Maybe the look ain't the same But they play the same game An' there's quite a bit o' difference In their outlook, I know Still 'n yet, their story, lem'me tell you Is a story that you won't forget When I was young 'n very green I felt so stuck with m'present situation Later, when I got a little older that was when I discovered I could split 'N find myself another groove That was all I need I was on the move I packed my little sack 'n started ramblin' To this day I'm a rover who'll always be ramblin' You git drug stayin' in one place Depressed an' feelin' low down Get new kicks movin' roun' Roamin' the country's educational for you 'N widens your point of view Tests y' mettle 'n cools y' mind out 'N that's true without a doubt Y know? I mean y'dig - - That's Rambo's gig Rambo is ready to ramble 'n itchin' t'split Oh yeah, he'll start packin' 'n quit it Forget it! 'Cause he's done with it That's Rambo! Travellin' light Stay too long he'll git uptight So his motto is "Keep movin'" You got it! That's his bit! Nex' time he might leave an address 'Cause the little girl that he met Las' night Paid him so much attention That it got him a bit uptight We might not have t'call him Rambo 'Cause he jes' might be settlin' down He's gone the way of all men Fat, skinny or tall men It happened to this Rover we know - Rambo |
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| 3. |
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Let me introduce you
I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip To cure an ennui, you need a bon nuit It's part o' the joie de vie And his attention, I'm loathe to mention Is, incident'ly, available And so if providence should decree Who'll stand in the way So you'll meet Benny Bailey And you'll remember your lucky day Background Vocals: Once you've met You won't forget No stuff Benny's tough (Repeat 1,2,3) This could be your lucky day Incident'ly, he's the sort Tho' seen at court Carries an awful lotta weight In many less royal quarters Filled with less than regal daughters Quite the quixotic Romeo whom every Filly'll know because they find his Reputation wherever they go Whether it's here Or whether it's in another boudoir Whee! He's such a scandal, really T' handle him demands a savoir fairer And a great indulgence rarer Than any that I've encountered surveyin' the scene But never mind, I'll explain it later The fact is that he's always ready to please And that's aroused a lot o'chatter But it really doesn't matter, not to him No siree! It's 'bout as big t'him as any flea He's gotta be maitre'd Or so it seems to me Wait'll y'meet, you'll see what I'm sayin' Background Vocals: Meet this cat He's where it's at That's right, outta sight Benny Bailey He's no slouch For this I'll vouch He's cool, he's no fool To cure an ennui You need a bon nuit It's part of the joie de vie He's the kind o'cat people hear about But in a second-handed way That there's nothing really clear about Let me introduce you I've heard that boredom's entered your life And you're feelin' real low Have you met Benny Bailey? Well he's a fella that you should know They tell me lassitude's has laid you low An' you're losin' your grip you must meet Benny Bailey At least he's somebody who is hip We're glad you got to meet Benny Bailey I'm happy fin'lly meeting with you |
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| 4. |
| 4:21 |
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Wait'll y'dig it on the map - Airegin
Spelled backwards Really're closin' up the gap - Airegin Gone fac'wards Back long time ago they saw a ghost Ghost made a boast Soon that ghost was host ( first 8 bars)Those losing their hue They goofed 'n got the wrong view First, things reverse, last is first! Y' dig it!Whatta' y' think o'that'n get a load a' What I tell y' What this place is no one knows it There's no traces of the kind o'place it was Before it got "discovered" by the kind o' Cat that knows the earth belongs t'him Back when the world was young An' man was a living god An' he walked this earthly sod This was sod that god would trod on Till one day a stranger landed With a line o'jive Laid it on the natives till he had 'em thinkin' Maybe that they should really take five An' he quickly stole the natives' soul So he could control it An' he took care of that missionary biz Till the lan' was hisNever heard a story draggy as that Tell th' truth I ain't never heard another That exasperated more What an exasperating narrative t'play Upon the sensitive and kindly soul that I am 'Way back when I was crawlin' in m'crib I was doin' all kinds o'thinkin' Aw'ready I had figured out the 'cut of m'jib' The kind o'soul that never liked t'tell 'r live a fib A body who was steadily reachin' up A min' always thinkin' on high-minded things Whee! I was always one t'be free Ain't never had a keeper why don't people Learn t'git along t'gether stead o' Meddlin' aroun' 'n fussin' with the fella nearest to 'em Me, I'm the old fashioned kind I was never good at follow-the-leader Real real real real real real real That's me, as real as a Yankee can be That's meMillions o' years ago There was a Paleolithic age on Earth An' the whole world was young And full o'the vim of constant rebirth Brontosauruses 'n dinosaurs 'n pterodactyls Ever'where abounding that was the case 'N plus the millions o' mammoths here 'n there An' in addition there were lots o'men everywhere Who had no hi-tech and no intellect 'nary a speck But in that spot Where it was so lush, where it was so hot Where many animal was roamin' An' nature was kind, life was thrivin' There livin' was actual an' the feelin' was natural I'm tellin' the truth What-a-benign livin' some livin' All's forgiven come on homeBlew a truly unruly storm That wrecked a boat in a climate warm 'N full o'ashy-colored cats all lookin' White like ghosts 'N when the natives checked 'em out It blew 'em away t'find that they resembled spirits Long ago there was a legend 'Bout a spirit who would someday comeA look at these cats 'N y' could see they prob'ly had some So they welcomed 'em with peace and love And everything there's plenty of 'N soon the tables had turned to rigormortis That's when the castaway had his say Like a dog had his day they told the People that they were spirits actual Y'see how perfectly a fable c'n be Incorporated into what a cat'll think is factual What was an accident turns int' something So unbelievably heaven-sent Everybody falls for it Right on down t' the militants 'N marchin' 'n the martyrs 'n the murder of LumumbaWait'll y'dig it on the map - Airegin Spelled backwards Really're closin' up the gap - Airegin Gone fac'wards Back long time ago they saw a ghost Ghost made a boast Soon that ghost was hostWait'll y'dig it on the map - Airegin Spelled backwards Really're closin' up the gap - Airegin Gone fac'wardsThose losing their hue They goofed 'n got the wrong view First, things reverse, last is first! Y' dig it! |
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| 5. |
| 4:19 |
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To you my very heart and soul
Everyday my very heart Very heart and soul ---- I give to you You never know of giving Until you give yourself I do - To you To you the very life I live I give to you Very life I live My deep devotion My every thought and feeling, too I give, I do All my love, all my life to you I've never known a day of strife Since you entered my life My care and my sorrow had me everyway Before we met, I was tryin' But my livin' felt like dyin' To you I give all of my heart and my very soul The life I'm living Yes, I'm giving everything to you It's true, really true You know that it's true All my love, all my life I live I want to give to you |
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| 6:34 | 
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| 7. |
| 3:43 |
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c'mon -- moveNothing's lacking motion
Not the heavens or the ocean Or the planets or the weather All are moving all together On the moveLet's go - let's go Let's get t'movin' it Let's go - Let's get t'groovin' it Why're y'hesitating Can't you feel the rhythm waitin' Strike a groove, let's move Git it on!That's right! That's right! Don't ever have t'fight That's right Don't hold y'self so tight Give it a solid minute And you'll find you've fallen in it What's to prove?Just move - git it onMove it any way you want to move As long as you can fin' a groove that's cool, that'll doMove fast or move it slow Same any way you go ( ) BackgroundMake a motion - move! Strike a groove make an effort - swing! Shake that thing Make a motion Move-grooveI'm movin' I'm movin' I'm taking it on out Gotta bottle up 'n git it Listen to me - dig Time never hesitates, It's always just a little bossyEverybody knows a rolling stone Is never really very mossy Y' never wanna hesitate Y' feet'll take y'with 'em 'Cause when y'moving You ain't got the time F'nothing else But paying strict attention To the music and the fascinatin' rhythm So I'm tellin' y'man To move it right along'N hurry up and sing your little song 'N while you're moving madly You can sing yourself a happy Little ditty while you groove And then you never have to worry 'Bout striking a good grooveI was diggin' whatcha talkin' 'bout And listenin' to the groovy way You spit it out And baby that was really somethin' to hear Funny, when you're movin' and you're groovin' How you haven't got a second F' a little light revivin' 'Cause you go too fast Time passes, this groove's too good to last When you're talking fas' y'lyin' 'N there ain't nobody buyin' That's the sayin' Everybody's layin' down But you got a way Playing what you play Saying what you say Turnin' everything 'round Everybody's gotta dig it If they don't they're deafI can testify that you were really gittin' in it Much as any person ever could 'N y'really did it goodCome and face the facts Come show the people how you move it on the sax Rich, you move in style! Make all the moves, find all the strangest grooves Man , what a tone! Come play the saxophone Come show the people how you move it on the hornLet's git movin' it Git to groovin' it Better get to movin' while the gittin' is good Let's go - let's go Let's move git it onThat's right - that's right (Let's go - let's go) Never have t'fight (Why are you hesitatin'?) How you gonna move it (Can't y'feel the rhythm waitin'?) (Strike a groove) When y'hold yourself tight? (Let's move git it on) Let's go - let's go Let's move git it onMove it any way you wanna move As long as you can strike a groove (Let's go - let's go) That's cool that'll do (Give it a solid minute) Move fast or move it slow (And you'll find you've fallen in it) Same any way you go (What's to prove?) Let's git movin' it (Just move git it on) Get t'groovin' it Better git movin' while the gittin' is goodStrike that groove (Let's go - let's go) 'N move (Why are you hesitatin'?) 'N don't be hesitatin' (Can't y'feel the rhythm waitin'?) One lil' bit (Strike a groove) Got t'hip y' that's it (Let's move git it on) So now will y'move?Gotta move - gotta move |
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| 5:03 |
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Killer Joe - Killer Joe
Killer Joe - love dough (Repeat) Love of gold Has made him very cold (Repeat Top) I hit the big town an'he turned me roun' He dazzled me with some pretty jive prettier than any jive I've ever heard from any man alive He called me "Baby," 'n "Honey" Messed wit m'head, tol' ,e he'd show me a whole mess o'money An' what did I get? That's somethin' I ain't figured out yet Each woman I meet is like a bead that's strung on a string an' I wear 'em like I'm wearin' a necklace Women love me, n'think lots of me Really! How c'n they be so reckless I tell 'em in front, that I do love money So - later on - then they won't get funny When I tighten up an' the scene gets heavy times when I laugh they're over, now they're gonna' feel a draf' Tell y'truth, if y'mus know Only thing c'n save y'is t'bring me lots o'dough (Background) Poor girl - Pity the hick Poor girl - Man, is he slick Poor girl - Pity the poor chick Stars were peepin' low An' man dud she have eyes for that Joe 'N Joe was jivin' with all of his lies She felt he must o'meant it Boy, the chick was in f'some surprise Yep! 'N Joe ain' 'bout t'let 'er slide Git'er t'flyin' high 'n wide Then goof her carpet ride She was cute, he had class Y'knew he had 'er soon s'he made his pass (Background) (That's Joe!) Big cities are jungles an' men're like leopards An' women are lost lambs who've strayed from kep' herds An' them leopards - are real wolves Actin' jus' like shepherds Look out! Joe got his hook out He's lookin' so han'some Guaranteed trouble Y'think you c'n stan' some He'll furnish it double So look out (Repeat top) |
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| 2:51 |
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Well I'm known near and far
as the cousin to the czar I'm the Duke, Duke of Dubuque It's well understood that my credit is no good (no good, no good) I'm the Duke of Dubuque And if you don't believe me and tell me it ain't true I've only got one answer, that answer's' "botsch" to you! For now, au reviour, I must write the dear old czar I'm the Duke of Dubuque I'm descended from the Romanovs in Russia In the books my father was the czar of Prussia But he sailed away one day to the state of Iowa That's how you'll find me in the USA I'm the crackers, I'm the cheese Yeah call them Oakhounds, if you please Cause I'm the Duke Yes, I'm the Duke of Dubuque Yeah I'm wrackin' Wrackin' my brains baby So give me, give me some of that gravy 'Cause I'm the Duke I said I'm the Duke of Dubuque And if you don't believe me and tell me it ain't true I've only got one answer, That answer's nuts to you! For now, fun to do, can you spare a buck or two? I'm the Duke, Duke of Dubuque He's the Duke, Duke of Dubuque He's the Duke, Duke of Dubuque (He is the Duke of Dubuque) Yes, I'm the Duke, the Duke of Dubuque Doo dat doo dat doo dat Dubuque |
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| 2:57 |
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Gloria
Gloria It's not Marie Gloria It's not Cherie Gloria (Gloria) But she's not in love with meCan't you see It's not Marie Gloria It's not Cherie Gloria (Gloria) But she's not in love with meAnd maybe (maybe) She'll want me (want me) But who am I to know (who am I to know) And maybe (ooh, maybe) She'll want me (ooh, want me) But who am I to know (who am I to know) Oh---Gloria (Gloria) It's not Marie Gloria (Gloria) It's not Cherie Gloria (Gloria) 'Cause she's not in love with meGloria! |
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| 3:43 |
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Darkness lights the lamps of old Brazil
Deep inside the jungle hearts are still Tigers hide inside alley cats eyes Waiting for you to walk byUnderneath this starlight latitude Underneath this tranquil attitude Oh my feelings are running so high I feel I could color the sky Amazon blueOh it's you (Don't you break my heart Brazil) And it's me (And leave me here) On the boulevard (Upon the boulevard)Caught inside your spell it's your parade Refugees from love we masquerade Though your lover is waiting at home I have one of my own I must go toOh it's you (Don't you break my heart Brazil) And it's me (And leave me here) On the boulevard (Upon the boulevard)Oh my feelings are running so high I feel I could color the sky Amazon blueOh it's you (Don't you break my heart Brazil) And it's me (And leave me here) On the boulevard (Upon the boulevard) |
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| 3:57 |
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The fool screams, 'no more!'
He grabs his shirt and hits the door What she needs from him he ignores. It's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore. Oh it's a bore. (Oh it's a ...)Blast the radio. The hits just come and go. Block out what he knows that he has blown (That he has blown...)The night hangs its head As the fool crawls into bed. Still his hungry heart begs to be fed All the words she once said (That she said. That she said. That she said.)So then he grabs his Chevrolet In one more attempt to get away But the thoughts of all the crimes of passion lay in his way.He can shake the blues, But you know he still can get confused. It seems like such a waste 'Cause he can't shake her. He can shake his tail, But you know his moves are getting stale He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake That he can't shake her. He can't shake her. No, he can't shake her.Romance falls like rain But all the motives are insane Everytime that he plays the game he feels the pain (He feels the pain. Who is to blame? Who is to blame?)He finds a joint that's jive Guys are spinning girls like 45's. All of the live bait sink for his lines they are so highHe knows he is beat As his heart puts on the heat Run from the street that don't even fit his feet (Don't fit his feet. Now he can see. Now he can really see)Tell him here's a telephone He can beg to let the fool come home He tells her that his life's a drag alone (Can't be alone)He can shake the blues, But you know he still can get confused. It seems like such a waste 'Cause he can't shake her. He can shake his tail, But you know his moves are getting stale He's on the make, but oh, his heart can't fake That he can't shake her. He can't shake her. No, he can't shake her |
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