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| 2. |
| 7:56 | 
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Bewildered, lost in a dream In the love I need why did we part Bewildered, has love, has love died dear Wishing your heart could feel What's in my heart Must I have sleepless night And endless days Oh love why did you keep my soul Without a spark I'm in the dark Bewilderdd, I need your, I need your I need your guiding hand I'll never, no I'll never understand How you can love me, how you can love me How you can love me, how you can love me How you can love me and leave me Bewildered, bewidered |
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| 3. |
| 5:06 |
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Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing I wanta get into it, man, you know.... Like a, like a sex machine, man, Movin'... doin' it, you know Can I count it off? (Go ahead) Spoken: One, two, three, four! Get up, get on up Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, like a sex machine Wait a minute! Shake your arm, then use your form Stay on the scene like a sex machine You got to have the feeling sure as you're born Get it together right on, right on. Get up, get on up...... I said the feeling you got to get Give me the fever in a cold sweat. The way i like it is the way it is; I got mine and don't worry' bout his Get on up and then shake your money maker, Shake your money maker........ |
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| 4. |
| 3:04 |
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I was talking to a cat the other night, He said what everybody is looking for, what everybody's looking for today, they're looking for ESCAPE-ISM. Heh. Heh. Ain't it good to you? (Band: "Yeah") You know what? I love to get down, Jack. And when I get down, y'understand, I don't have to go into no funny bag... (mumbling) say, that alcohol, I can't, y'understand, yeah. That's the way I feel. You know, I believe I'll get down right about here. (BOBBY BYRD: "Right on") Byrd, if I get down-- y'know Byrd, Byrd's gotta, Byrd's gotta, I mean, Byrd's gotta out of sight tune coming up. We gotta record for him right here, y'know. So we're trying to get our thing out of the way before Byrd can get into it. Byrd, can we get on before we-- Is it all right? Byrd, do you think it's gonna be a hit, Byrd? (BYRD: "Yeah. I think it's going to be a hit") You think it's gonna be a hit? (BYRD: "A smash.") I know it's a smash. I know it's a smash. Cause you're in the thing, man, you're saying where it's at, y'know. It's gotta be a hit. You ready, Byrd? Get DOWN!! HEH!! Ain't it good to you. Ain't it good to you. Ain't it good to you. Hahaha! Heh! Lookie here. What you say, Fred? (FRED WESLEY: "Man, you know, we better take it on the LAM.") JAMES: You better watch the man. I don't think they heard. What you say, Fred? (FRED WESLEY: "I said, we better take it on the LAM.") JAMES: You better watch the man. BYRD! Come over here, brother, let me tell you something. You think we're talking too loud? (BYRD: Make that fuss.) JAMES: HUNH! I ain't |
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| 5. |
| 12:53 |
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What you gonna play now? Bobby, I dont know but whats it ever I play Its got to be funky! (Bobby says:) yeahOne-two-three huh! I got-ta Tell me it is So it is Got to do it now I got to do it now Oh yes! Oh yes I got-ta I got the need to I want ta say now Oh yes I got to do it now Oh yes I got-ta do it now (Make if funky) The drum beat Got-ta hear the drum beat Funky with the beat The beat Ha! Good Lord! Aint it nice ha-ha-ha Good Lord!Take me home! To the bridge To the bridge So funky I cant help it! (Instrumental) Neck bones-candy yams-turnips Its for the snake! Its for the snake! Drift straight Crackin bread..ha ha |
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| 2:44 |
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Try me Try me Darlin tell me I need you Try me Try me And your love will always be true Oh I need you (I need you) Hold me Hold me I want you right here by my side Hold me Hold me And your love we won't hide Oh I need you (I need you) Oh i need you (I need you) Oh oh walk with me (walk with me) Talk with me (talk with me) I want you to stop my heart from crying Walk with me (walk with me) Talk with me (talk with me) And your love stops my heart from dying Oh I need you (I need you hoo hoo) |
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| 7. |
| 1:18 |
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| 8. |
| 2:23 |
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E E E E E E Baby give it up or turn it a loose Uh ha baby gives it up or turn it a loose Starting over again Baby, give it up or turn it a loose Oh ha baby, give it up or turn it loose Oooooh all right Baby, give it up, oh turn it a loose oh Oh o o all night long, uh All right, hey, hey, hey, hey All night long, ain't no use oh o Oh oo baby give it up ha Lord have mercy, hey, hey, hey, hey All night long, ain't no use oh o Oh oo baby give it up ha Lord have mercy, hey, hey, hey, hey Uh ha oh oh e wow Baby need you so Uh turn it a loose Hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, oh, oh, hold you tight Cause I need you so With all my might I've got to squeeze you Hold you tight because I love you so Oh oh oh baby oh |
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| 4:22 |
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| 3:21 |
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| 6:37 |
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| 12. |
| 8:36 |
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One-two One-Two-Three uh! Hot pants- hey hot pants uh! smokin Hot pants- smokin that-hot pants Thats where its at a-thats where its at Take your fine self home It looks much better than time My fever keeps growin Girl youre blowin my mind Thinkin of loosin that funky feelin dont uh! Cause you got to use just what you got To get just what you want-a Hey hu! Hot pants! hey! hot pants smokin! Hot pants make ya sure of yourself -good Lord You walk like you got the only lovin left hey So brother- if youre thinkin of loosin that feelin Then dont- ha Cause a woman got to use what she got To get just what she wants hey! Hey hotpants A-look a-hot pants wont make ya dance But as slick as you are-ah! YOU make the pants Uh! hey brother- do ya like it? The girl over there with the funky pants on ha! She can ah! do the chicken all night long The girl over there with the hot pants on uh! She can do the Funky Broadway all night long The girl over there with the hot pants on Filthy MacNasty all night long Get down hu! the one over there With the mini dress ha! I aint got time- I still dig that mess Get down! but I like the hot pants Hey! I like a hot pants (Short Instrumental) Ooooh! Bring it home! One more! Hit me! Aaay! Bring it home! Bring it home! Oh uh! Bring it on home Bring it on home... another verse on some recordings Bring it on home, Hot Pants, I dig ridin or walkin I be mellow- they give me fever- like any other fella The Hot Pants I dig ridin or walkin Be mellow they give me the fever like any other fella My temperature is goin up- about to give me a fit |
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