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Boop bop, Boop Bop Boop bop, BoopBop Boop bop, Boop Bop Boop bop,Boop Bop Way down South, in Birmingham Imean South, in Alabam' There's aplace Where people go to dance thenight away It's a junction Wherethe town folk meet At each functionin their best they'll greet you Saxsolo Scat solo Way down South,in Birmingham I mean South, in Alabam' Thatold place Boop bop, Boop Bop Boopbop, Boop Bop Boop bop, Boop Bop Boopbop, Boop Bop Way down South,in Birmingham I mean South, in Alabam' 'Ansold place Where people go to dancethe night away They all drive orwalk for miles To get blues - thatsouthern style, So blue - it'llmake you want to dance the nightaway Tuxedo Junction - where I wantto be
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Operator
Give me information Information Give me long distance Long distance Give me heaven...(Two, three) Operator Information Give me Jesus on the line Operator Information I'd like to speak to a friend of mine Oh prayer is the number Faith is the exchange Heaven is the street And Jesus is his name Operator Information Please give me Jesus on the lineOperator Information Won't you tell me why Tell me why Operator Information Don't try to tell me What number to call My mother used this number When I was very small And everytime she dialed it She always got 't call the Operator Information Please give me Jesus on the lineOperator Information Please hurry if you can Oh Operator Information Please connect me With the man Don't worry 'bout the money You know I will pay the charge Just give me on the line I'm callin' from my heart Operator Information Please give me Jesus on the line Please give me Jesus on the lineWon't you please - Give me Jesus Give me Jesus on the lineYeah! |
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Trickle, Trickle, Splash,Splash Tell me how long will thisrain last The rain keeps droppin',there ain't no stoppin', Tell mehow long will this rain last Trickle,Trickle, Slop, Slop Just got tosee my seat don&
7978; drop She's therewaitin' and I'm hesitatin' Tellme just when this rain will stop Ronnie,dig my clothes here boy, One buttonrow Well, you know I'm sharp, asa tack, Say can you lend me yourCadillac Gotta go, gotta go to aparty - yeah Please lend me yourshow Well if I can't take it, Youknow I can't make it, I won't seemy baby no more. Ronnie,she's sweet, she's fine yeh boy, AndI love her so. Well if I don't makethe party, Man - she sure to blow. Gottago, gotta go to the party - yeh, Pleaselend me your show, Well if I can'ttake it, you know I can't make it, Iwon't see my baby no more. Trickle,Trickle, Slop, Slop Just got tosee my seat don& 7978; drop She's therewaitin' and I'm hesitatin' Tellme how long will this rain last Tellme how long will it last |
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5,000 light years from Birdland
But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long-gone, uptight years from Birdland An' I'm still teachin' it with 'emYears from the land of the Bird An' I am still feelin' the spirit 5,000 light years from Birdland But I know people can hear itBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland-- it happened down in BirdlandOh!In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-secon' streetEverybody heard that word That they named it after BirdWhere the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the worldAn' the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compareBirdland - I'm singin' Birdland Birdland - Ol' swingin' BirdlandHey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really, y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me onDown them stairs, lose them cares - where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king - there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, May would look - where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - there Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - there Down in Birdland Yeah---There may never be nothin' such as that No Mo' - No Mo' Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know - I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah---that club was like-- In another world, sure enough-- Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady lookin' on Then Bird--he came 'n spread the word-- BirdlandYes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, indeed, he did Yes, he did, Parker played at Birdland Yes, he really did Yes, indeed, he really did Yes, he really did Told the truth down in Birdland Yes, indeed he did, Charlie Parker played in BirdlandYes, indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in BirdlandBird named it, Bird made it, Bird heard it, Then played it Well-stated! Birdland It happened down in BirdlandEverybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stopDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah! Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah! Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in Birdland Basie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in BirdlandCannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose them cares - yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too - yeah! Down in BirdlandBasie blew, Blakey too - yeah! Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall - yeah Down in BirdlandDown them stairs, lose y' cares -yeah Down in Birdland Total swing! bop was king - yeah Down in BirdlandBird would cook, May would look - yeah, Down in BirdlandBackground Solo: Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares gits it!Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your duesWhat can you lose? Just your blues! So lose them!The band swingin' one and all and what a ball! Yeah!Music is good, music is better than good Pretty good Very nice Really very good - things are bein' like they should Very good -- very good -- very goodAll y' gotta do is lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything diggin' all the musicWhat a ball!How y' gonna figure out A way t' bring it all about amid a Lot o' other music on the set'n on The scene know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta' sound -- a lotta soun' |
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Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty
Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's kind of tall He's really fine Some day I hope to make him mine, all mine And he's neat And oh so sweet And just the way he looked at me He swept me off my feet Ooo whee, you ought to come and see How he walks And how he talks Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City He's really down And he's no clown He has the finest penthouse I've ever seen in town And he's cute In his mohair suit And he keeps his pockets full of spending loot Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see His dueling scar And brand new car Every time he says he loves me Chills run down my spine Every time he wants to kiss me He makes me feel so fine Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Well he can dance (He can dance, take a chance with a little ro-) And make romance (mance baby, cause he's a looker) That's when I feel in love With just one glance (He's sweet talking and cool) He was shy And so was I And now I know I'll never, ever say goodbye Ooo whee, say you ought to come and see He's the most From coast to coast Ooo wah, ooo wah cool, cool kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City Ooo wah, ooo wah c'mon kitty Tell us about the boy from New York City |
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The light is bending early
Around the prodigal The gunner whispers gently His shadow on the wall The crowd is bursting from me A single animal It finds its freedom early They're going to take it allThis independence We are the metal shell 0,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing headsA falling body near me A silent angry cry A miracle of purpose Looks up into the sky A camera crew is running The world is shrinking fast Tonight you drink your coffee And watch the world aghastThis independence We are the metal shell 0,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing headsA camera crew is running The world is shrinking fast Tonight you drink your coffee And watch the world aghastThis independence We are the metal shell 0,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing headsThis independence We are the metal shell 0,000 bodies Run from an empty well All of your lovers Are heroes in my bed All night the echoes Of breathing heads |
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Down on the corner there's a reasonto smile When those evenin' shadowsfall Some kinda feelin' that it'shard to deny Once the neon lightsstart to call People out there searchin'for action Daytime distraction slippin'right on by Tonight, let's tastethe spice of life Keep it sweetuntil the mornin' light Watch fantasyunfold And let the lovin' flow Caughtin the madness of a summer romance Ata moonlight rendezvous Lost in thespirit of a sensual dance That cancast a spell over you All you need'sa night to remember Flyin' togetheron the highest high Tonight, let'staste the spice of life A littlemusic and some candlelight Put passionin control And let the lovin' flow Couldbe the start of a million dreamswe share So lay back in the feelin'let the evenin' take you there Allwe need is a night to remember Flyin'together on the highest high Tonight,let's taste the spice of life Alittle music and some candlelight Putpassion in control And let the lovin'flow All night we'll taste the spiceof life Keep it sweet until themornin' light Watch fantasy unfold That'sthe only way to go
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This here's the story about Killer Joe
He's a real bad cat, 'forget I told you so Silk on the corners of his fancy threads double breasted pin stripe coat top press fast talkin' good looking flim flam jive why he's the kind o' cat that'll make a dead man cry so look out for Killer Joe!Killer Joe - Killer Joe Killer Joe - love doughLove of gold Has made him very cold ( Top)I hit the big town an'he turned me roun' He dazzled me with some pretty jive prettier jive than I've ever heard from any man alive He called me "Baby," 'n "Honey" Messed wit m'head, tol' me he'd show me a whole mess o'money An' what did I get? That's somethin' I ain't figured out yetEach 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 can 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 can 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 chickStars 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 shepherdsLook out! Joe got his out He's lookin' so han'some Guaranteed trouble Y'think you c'n stan' some He'll furnish it double So look out( top) |
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My, my Oh the feelin' Of the sound Precious and real and Ooo that's nice Whip up some steamin' jazz The pot is on the stove It's cookin'Want some more We always save some Art nouveau For special patrons You look nice Do you believe in jazzKansas City to Brazil It even gets you hot in your home Kansas City to Brazil I say blow your top Blow your ownOoo ooo ah This be-bop's too much I know you know Hip hop Never stop I'll pour you tasty funk We got Cool and hot Just for you The pleasures of the soul Come on Come in And check it out Ooo c'est si bon Ooo ooo ah This be-bop's too much I know you know Hip hop Never stop I'll pour you tasty funk We got Cool and hot Just for you The pleasures of the soul Come on Come in And check it out Soul food to goYeah, yeah yeah... |
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