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Well alright,
Now dig this! You don't care for me I don't care about that You got a new fool Hah! I like it like that I have only one burning desire Oh, can I make love with your fire? Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Oh yeah, Now listen to this baby And stop acting so crazy You say your mom ain't home Ain't my concern Just don't play with me And you won't get burned I have only one burning desire Oh, I'm gonna, me, do it in your fire Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Oh, Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Oh yeah, Oh move over over... And let Mr Huckleberry take over... You know he's bad, you know he drowns, you know who he gives it to...Yeah! That's right... Now dig this! You try to give me your money You better save it Babe Save it for your rainy day I have only one burning desire Oh, can I make love over your fire? Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire FunkyFunky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Oh, Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire You better slide you ass over, girl 'Cos I'm coming through once and I'm coming the way you must be... |
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Backwoods
Someone spilled blood many years ago someone spilled blood but do you know that from the backwoods where the Chuck Berrys grow come your long tall daddies of a rock and roll Take me to your backwoods now take me to your backwoods now Spinning' down from the clouds like a tornado spinnin' out of control like a psychedelic soul with a rhythm hittin' harder than Larry Holmes come your long tall daddies of rock and roll Take me to your backwoods now take me to your backwoods now Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple play the lickity split finger licking licks for all you wicked city slick chicks and all you nitty gritty hick we'll make your nipples ripple make you wanna dip your dipple make you wanna soak your hickory stick because my man has a grip on it and I do mean on it which brings to mind a very sinister minister kind of guy a man named Little Richard born to make them bitches stir that's right he'll make the sweet substance drip from the middle of your hillbilly lips and like the farmer milk his cow the Howling Wolf will howl and since times does allow you all can Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now |
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Catholic school girls rule... In the class she's taking notes Just how deep deep is my throat Mother Mary don't you know She's got eyes like Marylin Monroe Catholic school girls rule... From the cross she's raised her head This is what the sister said Give no love until you're wed Live no life until you're dead The good books says we must suppress The good books says we must confess But who cares what the good books says Cause now she's taking off her dress Catholic school girls rule... Lead us into temptation We are pure divine creation Talkin' about my generation Injected with the seed of emaculation Catholic ! |
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Take me back
Hold my hand All the way back To the brotherland Take me back I want to go back Take me back And my funky ass band All the way back To the broherland Take me back I want to go As fast as I can Slidin' on back To the brotherland Now children Hollywood... I want to get up and go With my funky ass jams All the way back To the broherland Take me back I want to go back Hollywood... Where the women Is the women And the man Is the man I want to go As fast as I can Slidin' on back To the brotherland Now children |
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Hoo, Lord !
Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse Through the Hollywood hills The farther west, the farther out Yeah, that's the way I feel Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon Through the Hollywood hills, yeah... Huh, Hollywood hills Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse Through the Hollywood hills Just don't show me anything 'cos that's the way I feel Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon Through the Hollywood hills, yeah... Huh, Hollywood hills Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes He can taste his blood An' blood never lies Pale face die True men don't kill coyotes True men don't kill coyotes Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse Through the Hollywood hills The farther west, the farther out Yeah, that's the way I feel Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon Through the Hollywood hills, yeah... Huh, Hollywood hills Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes He can taste his blood An' blood never lies Pale face die True men don't kill coyotes True men don't... Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse Through the Hollywood hills Just don't tell me anything 'cos that's the way I feel Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon Through the Hollywood hills, yeah... Huh, Hollywood hills Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes He can taste his blood An' blood never lies Pale face die True men don't kill coyotes True men don't... True men don't kill coyotes True men don't... True men don't kill coyotes True men don't... |
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