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I'm so glad
I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad Don't know what to do Don't know what to do Don't know what to do Tired of weeping Tired of moaning Tired of crying for you I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad Tired of weeping Tired of moaning Tired of groaning for you Don't know what to do I don't know what to do Don't know what to do I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad I'm so glad I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad |
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| 2. |
| 6:20 |
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Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
Hey now baby, get into my big black car. I want to just show you what my politics are. I'm a political man and I practice what I preach. I'm a political man and I practice what I preach. So don't deny me baby, not while you're in my reach. I support the left, though I'm leaning, leaning to the right. I support the left, though I'm leaning to the right. But I'm just not there when it's coming to a fight. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. I want to just show you what my politics are. |
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| 3. |
| 5:05 |
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One summer day, she went away
Gone and left me, she's gone to stay. She's gone, but I don't worry, I'm sittin' on top of the world. All the summer, worked on this farm Had to take Christmas in my overalls. She's gone, but I don't worry, I'm sittin' on top of the world. Going down to the freight yard, Gonna catch me a freight train. Gonna leave this town, Work done got to hard. She's gone, but I don't worry, I'm sittin' on top of the world. |
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| 4. |
| 2:48 |
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Badge - Cream
Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table I told you not to wander 'round in the dark I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park Then I told you 'bout our kid, now he's married to Mabel Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round? And you better pick yourself up from the ground Before they bring the curtain down Yes, before they bring the curtain down Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you She didn't have the time to wait in the queue She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle |
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| 3:18 |
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When I was young, they gave me a mongrel piano
Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea Writing your name in the sea Banging my fav'rite head Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe Phoning your home from a tree Drinking my fav'rite loch When I was old, they gave me a model factory I met three salads on the motorway Leaving your name at the door Breaking my fav'rite egg Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana Balancing zeppelins on the end of my nose Calling your name in the zoo Blowing my fav'rite mind |
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| 3:58 |
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Dainties in a jam-jar, Parson's colour in the sky
Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh So you know what you know in your head Will you, won't you, do you Don't you know when a head's dead? What a bringdown Winter leader Lou is grownin', Hampstead's in the north Betty B's been wearin' daisies since the twenty-fourth Wears a gunner when there's one more coming forth And you know what you know in your head Will you, won't you, do you Don't you wanna go to bed? What a bringdown There's a tea leaf about in the family Full of nothin', their fairy tale There's a tea leaf a-floatin' now for Rosalie They'll believe in ding-dong bell Take a butchers at the dodginesses of Old Bill Aristotle's orchestra are living on the pill One of them gets very, very prickly when he's ill And you know what you know in your head Will you, won't you, do you Don't you wanna make more bread? What a bringdown Yeah |
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