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"Ricky"
Hey Lucy, I'm home! Oh, Ricky, you're so fine You're so fine, you blow my mind Hey, Ricky! Hey, Ricky! Oh, Lucy, you're so fine You're so fine you blow my mind Hey, Lucy! Hey, Lucy! Oh, Ricky, you're so fine You play your bongos all the time Hey, Ricky! Hey, Ricky! Oh, Lucy, you're so fine How I love to hear you whine Hey, Lucy! Hey, Ricky! You always play your conga drums You think you got the right You wake up little Ricky In the middle of the night Stop shakin' your maracas now And just turn out the light Ricky! I'm sick of Fred and Ethel Always comin' over here 'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks And then he spills his beer Why don't you serve your casserole And make them disappear Lucy? Oh, Ricky, What's a girl like me supposed to do? You really drive me wild When you sing your Babalu Oh, Lucy You're so dizzy Don't you have a clue? Well, here's to you Lucy! I love you too, Lucy, too, Lucy Let's Babalu, Lucy Hey, Ricky! You're always playin' at the club You never let me go I'm beggin' and I'm pleadin' But you always tell me no Oh please, honey, please Let me be in your show Ricky! Waaa... You always burn the roast And you drop the dishes too You iron my new shirt And you burn a hole right through You're such a crazy redhead I just don't know what to do Lucy! Oh, Ricky, What a pity, don't you understand That every day's a rerun And the laughter's always canned Oh, Lucy I'm the Laughin' leader of the band So here's to you, Lucy Let's Babalu, Lucy, do, Lucy...everybody rumba! |
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"Gotta Boogie"
Gotta boogie Gotta boogie Gotta boogie Gotta boogie I gotta boogie! (Gotta boogie) I gotta boogie! (Gotta boogie) I gotta boogie! (Gotta boogie) Gotta boogie on my finger And I can't shake it off! Well, I went out to a party Just the other night I was jammin' to the music I was feelin' all right I was burnin' up the floor Like a disco maniac When my woman said "Baby, why's your hand behind your back?" Gotta boogie! (Gotta boogie) I said boogie! (Gotta boogie) I gotta boogie! (Gotta boogie) Gotta boogie on my finger, And I can't shake it off! I can't pick it off! (Oh no) I can't flick it off! (Oh no) I sure ain't gonna lick it off! (Oh no) So I guess I'm gonna have to learn to live with it I gotta boogie! (Gotta boogie, uh huh, he gotta boogie) Gotta boogie! (Gotta boogie, uh huh, he gotta boogie) Gotta boogie! (Gotta boogie, uh huh, he gotta boogie) Gotta boogie on my finger And I can't shake it off! (Boogie!) Gotta boogie (Boogie!) Hey, you wanna boogie? No, man, I don't want a boogie! Wanna boogie? Get that boogie outta my face! Do any of you wanna boogie? No!!! Gotta boogie on my finger Gotta boogie on my finger Gotta boogie on my finger And I can't shake it off! |
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"I Love Rocky Road"
I hear those ice cream bells and I start to drool Keep a couple quarts in my locker at school Yeah, but chocolate's gettin' old And vanilla just leaves me cold There's just one flavor good enough for me Yeah me Don't gimme no crummy taste spoon, I know what I need Baby, I love rocky road So won't you go and buy a half gallon baby I love rocky road So have another triple scoop with me They tell me ice cream junkies are all the same All the soda jerkers know my name When their supply is gone Then I'll be movin' on But I'll be back on Monday afternoon You'll see Another truckload's comin' in for me All for me I'm singin', I love rocky road So won't you go and buy a half gallon baby I love rocky road So have another triple scoop with me When I'm all alone I just grab my self a cone And if I get fat and lose my teeth that's fine with me Just lock me in the freezer, throw away the key Singin', I love rocky road So won't you go and buy a half gallon baby I love rocky road So have another triple scoop with me! |
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"Buckingham Blues"
Gonna tell you a story about Chuck and Diane Couple British kids from the palace at Buckingham Chuckie wants to grow up and be a polo star And ride his little horsies all around the backyard You know they really paid their dues I said hey, lady mama, they got them Buckingham blues Now Chuckie goes hunting, and leaves Diane alone So she fixes her hair, and she talks on the Princess Phone Chuckie's still tryin' to figure out what his job's supposed to be And Diane's the fashion leader of the aristocracy I said hey, Lady Di, tell me where'd you get them shoes? Ah, well hey nonny nonny, looks like you got them Buckingham blues Aw, bein' heir to the throne, well it must be awful hard Gotta pose for pictures out on the front yard And Lady Di, well, she must have it pretty rough Gotta hang around the house all day, makin' babies and stuff Another game of croquet, then they're off on a Caribbean cruise Well hey bop-a-re-bop, they really got them Buckingham blues They don't serve no Twinkies with their afternoon tea Never had a dinner made by Chef Boy-ar-Dee Bein' in the spotlight is a hard life to choose Diane drops half a pound, it's on the six o'clock news Ah yeah, those kids have really paid their dues Aw, what a royal pain it is, when you got them Buckingham blues |
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"Stop Draggin' My Car Around"
Had to park my car for just five minutes I had to go inside to use the phone When I came back again, my car was gone Well, I didn't know it was a loading zone What a bummer, I as so brought down I had to chase that tow truck a over town, yellin' Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my car around Took my baby to the local disco I was jumpin' like a maniac But the owner came and pulled me off the floor Then he took me to his little office in the back He said, "I really like your snaggletooth necklace Your pants are groovy, and your hair's okay But, man, that car of yours is so uncool Like wow, I'm sorry, but we towed it away! Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my car around! Now I'm at home I'm watchin' "Gilligan's Island" Guess it's time to trade my old car in For twenty dollars and my '64 Plymouth, Maybe I could get a second-hand Schwinn Look out the window There's a tow truck in the driveway I grabbed the driver and I asked him why He said, "I'm sorry, kid, you're late with the payments It's time to kiss your little car goodbye" Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my... Stop draggin' my car around! Stop draggin' my car around! Listen, the check's in the mail. No, really! Stop draggin' my car around! Oh man, I just had the hub caps painted! Stop draggin' my car around! Hey! Hey, I left a sandwich in the back seat! |
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"My Bologna"
Oooh, my little hungry one Hungry one Open up a package of My bologna Oooh, I think the toast is done Toast is done Top it with a little of my bologna Never gonna stop Eat it up Such a tasty snack I always eat too much And throw up But I'll soon be back For my my my yi yi wooo! M-M-M-My bologna Spreadin' on the mustard now Show me how Spread it on a little of This bologna Hopin' that we don't run out Don't run out If we do, I'm sure that I'll Miss bologna Never gonna stop Eat it up Such a tasty snack I always eat too much And throw up But I'll soon be back For my my my yi yi wooo! M-M-M-My bologna. Goin' to the market now Market now I'm the city's biggest Bologna buyer Walkin' down the shopping aisles Shopping aisles Fillin' up my basket with Oscar Mayer Never gonna stop Eat it up Such a tasty snack I always eat too much And throw up But I'll soon be back For my my my yi yi wooo! M-M-M-My bologna |
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"Another One Rides The Bus"
Ridin' in a bus down the boulevard And the place was pretty packed Couldn't find a seat, so I had to stand With the perverts in the back It was smellin' like a locker room There was junk all over the floor We're already packed in like sardines But we're stoppin' to pick up more Look out! Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on And another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey! He's gonna sit by you Another one rides the bus There's a suitcase pokin' me in the ribs There's an elbow in my ear There's a smelly old bum standin' next to me Hasn't showered in a year Well, I think I'm missin' a contact lens I think my wallet's gone And I think this bus is stoppin' again To let a couple more freaks get on Look out! Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on And another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey! He's gonna sit by you Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus (ow) Another one rides the bus (hey, hey!) Another one rides the bus (hey-y-y-y!) The window doesn't open, and the fan is broke And my face is turnin' blue I haven't been in a crowd like this Since I went to see The Who Well, I should'a got off a couple miles ago But I couldn't get to the door There isn't any room for me to breathe Now we're gonna pick up more, yeah Another one rides the bus Another one rides the bus And another comes on And another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey! He's gonna sit by you Another one rides the bus |
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"Such A Groovy Guy"
I got my alligator boots I wear my pants skin tight I wear my dark sunglasses In the middle of the night And when I look in the mirror Oh, it's such an awesome sight It makes me want to kneel down and pray I'm so adorable and charming I'm sure that you can see And everybody's always tryin' to hang around with me They tell me I'm the greatest, and it's hard to disagree 'Cause I'm so perfect in every way And I'm so cute I can hardly stand it And I'm so handsome, honey, I could just die I know you'll never be as wonderful as me But at least you can try 'Cause I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy) Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy) I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy) Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy Baby, are you in the mood for a little romance? Well, for starters, I could pour some chocolate pudding down your pants And then attach electrodes to your brain, and watch you dance Well, golly, wouldn't that be fun? Oh, and then I might decide to tie you up with dental floss I'll make you wear a harness, and I'll show ya who's the boss Of course, if you refuse, well honey, it's your loss I mean, I don't do this with just anyone So baby, how can you say its all over? So how can ya tell me goodbye? So now you tell me that you're leavin' me for good And all I wanna know is why? I mean, after all, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy) Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy) I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy) Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy I mean you could do worse I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy) Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy) I'm such a groovy guy (such a groovy guy) Yeah, I'm such a groovy guy |
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