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Do the Wall Street shuffle
Hear the money rustle Watch the greenbacks tumble Feel the Sterling crumble You need a yen to make a mark If you wanna make money You need the luck to make a buck If you wanna be Getty, Rothschild You've gotta be cool on Wall Street You've gotta be cool on Wall Street When your index is low Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets They plead with you, buddy can you spare the dime But you ain't got the time Doin' the.... Doin' the.... Oh, Howard Hughes Did your money make you better? Are you waiting for the hour When you can screw me? 'Cos you're big enough To do the Wall Street Shuffle Let your money hustle Bet you'd sell your mother You can buy another Doin' the.... Doin' the.... You buy and sell You wheel and deal But you're living on instinct You get a tip You follow it And you make a big killing On Wall Street ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By STEWART, ERIC/GOULDMAN, GRAHAM <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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It's one thing to know it but another to admit
We're the worst band in the world But we don't give a.... If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the drums Then we'd be nothing more than a bunch of darma bums So tune up, tune up Well we've never done a days work in our life And our records sell in zillions It irrigates my heart with greed To know that you adore me Up yours, up mine But up everybody's that takes time - But we're working on it Working on it (Ooh) We never seen the van - leave it to the roadies - Never met the roadies - leave them in the van All because of circumstances way beyond control We became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, ooh Here I am a record on a jukebox A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh Play me Buy me and you play me then my plastic turns to gold Here we are together on your hi fi A little piece of plastic with a hole, oh Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me..... |
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On de uber side ob de island
Dere's a sky so clear and blue Can see, cross water, to de mainland New life for me and you Let's buy a hotel Let's get a yacht We'll get a golden island In the sun made of coconut Let's buy an old car We'll crash in a hut We'll feed the food to the Ford And we'll live off the coconut Well there's a big black mama In a tree She's gonna cook us She's gonna call up the rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang like a bell From tree to tree They never ever let you go They never ever let you go We get American menus With all American men We're getting sick of things American We ate our way through half the Pentagon We had our share of big palookas Yankee go home Yankee go ho ho home They never ever let you go They never ever let you go Yankee go home Yankee go ho ho home Let's buy a hotel Let's get a yacht We'll get a golden island In the sun made of coconut Let's buy an old car We'll crash in a hut We'll feed the food to the Ford And we'll live off the coconut Well there's a big black mama in a tree She's gonna cook us She's gonna call up the rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang like a bell From tree to tree Tree to tree, tree to tree They never ever let you go They never ever let you go |
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Where are my boys?
They are in deepest water Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they are broken men who lie low Waiting for miracles Old men of rock and roll Came bearing music Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they're still gonna play guitars On dead strings, and old drums They'll play and play to pass the time The old wild men Old wild men Old wild men, waiting for miracles Lord have mercy upon the many Lord have mercy upon the few Lord have mercy upon the many Lord have mercy on me and on you |
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"I'm a clockwork creep
And I can't get to sleep They wind me up and let me go And I can't unwind Going out of my mind My time is coming soon you know" Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb "I'm a jumbo jet With a brand new set Of passengers and bags and crew I'll spread my wings - Do a thousand things To prove how good I am to you" Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Meanwhile in the cargo of escargot The temperature is rising Advertising that our time is running Down, down, down, down, down Oh with just one minute to live Oh, no you'll never get me up in one of these again 'Cos what goes up (what goes up) must come Down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down Oh, the gravity of the situation It's only my willpower That keeps this thing in operation But we're gonna crash that's for certain The pilot is too busy flirtin' And he ain't aware That there's a bomb down there And if he don't do something it's curtains "Now just hold on" Said the little bomb, "If you were just to hold my hands Then time would stop The plot would flop And jumbo would be safe to land" Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb My landings are the envy Of Sabena and Pan Am From Chattanooga to Japan I taxi through the airways - What a safe little plane What a fine little plane What a great little plane I am "Hang on one sec I'm a clockwork wreck And though my fuse is burning slow Must keep my date to detonate Goodbye, ta ta, and cheerio Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a........." |
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Hey toots, you put the life into living
You brought a sigh into sight Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water You bring the stars out at night But they ain't half so bright As your eyes Gee whiz, you take the beauty out of beautiful You play the strings of my heart Oh babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine The rain would turn to sweet sweet wine Well he's been up all night Breakin' his head in two to write A little sonnet for his chickadee But between you and me I think its sssssssssssilly. Silly Ooh treas, you got a smile like a Rembrandt Aha, you got the style of a queen Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud Next to you all the others could be weeds You're the only one my garden needs Ooh, you know the art of conversation Must be dying Ooh, when a romance depends on Cliches and toupees and threepes We're up to here with moonin' and junin' If you want to sound sincere - Don't rely on Crosby's croonin' - Take a little time Make up your own rhyme Don't rely on mine 'Cos it's sssssssssilly - silly - silly - silly |
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Down on the casting couch
A star is gonna be born A star with the stature of a Harlow Who's doomed And groomed to enrapture All her co-stars, and stuntmen, the co-stars Oh, let there be lights, action, sound Lights, action, sound - Roll 'em! Out in the mezzanine On the arm of a dumb marine Her beauty looks out like a trailer Norman Mailer Waits to nail her He's under the bed And he's waiting for her to be dead He's out on the patio With his polaroid and scenario And he's armed and he's dangerously.... Close was the weather When I was a kid She gave me a feather from her gown To cool me down, to cool me down And I was the galley slave Who lost his heart when the ship went down Lights, action, sound Roll 'em I had a part in the talkies When you were a little girl I've taken Lassie for walkies When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up And destiny lead her Hand in paw to somewhere In Hollywood That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills Crazy, crazy La, la, la, la, la.... (You better lie low) |
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I'll show you man who walk on fire
And don't get burned Don't get burned, don't get burned He don't get burned I'll show you man who tread on glass And he don't get cut Don't get cut, don't get cut He don't get cut You can take a knife and slit his throat And he won't drop dead Won't drop dead, won't drop dead He won't drop dead Been a ju-ju boy for a thousand years And he ain't cut yet Ain't cut yet, ain't cut yet He ain't cut yet Hold 'em You've got to crease 'em and fold 'em You've got to shape 'em and mould 'em Take a piece of their soul man Well he can take a little moonlight Suck the poison from a snakebite Movin' round about midnight He's got the power of life See the sacrifice of the virgin women See the deadly snake and the headless chicken Take a sip from dripping red Make it with the living dead Take you up when you feeling down When you're sick he will come around Takes his cures from out the ground He's the one who can hypnotize And you'll never believe your eyes He can cause the dead to rise |
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Here's a new dance that you all can do
Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? Sit back and relax 'cos it's good for you Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? what's he gonna say? He's takin' my breath away Well if you're tired of doing the Boogaloo And you're afraid of doing the Swim 'Cos you think you will drown In the noise of the record And the klutz on the floor He ain't there anymore 'Cos all you wanna do Is be alone at the bar All you wanna do is be alone at the bar You wanna drown in your cocktail You wanna leave with the laundry If your mind is trippin' But your disc is slippin' Here's what you gotta do - Nothing In any tempo and any rhythm C'mon Mac do the sacro-iliac C'mon back do the sacro-iliac I said c'mon back do the sacro-iliac Well it's easy Here's the new dance that you 'll wanna do So easy Don't want to annoy ya with my paranoia Now I'm doing the dance that is good for me Baby, baby, what's it gonna be? I ain't no Astaire, but I've a right to be Baby, baby, when's he gonna learn? Where's he gonna stay? He's taken my breath away Well I'm bored with the beat of the Shing-a-ling And the Lindy is leaving me cold 'Cos I've never been freaky or funky or laid back And the lush on the floor Isn't me anymore And I never ever wanna be alone At the bar Never ever wanna be alone at the bar So C'mon Mac do the sacro-iliac C'mon back do the sacro-iliac Won't you c'mon back do the sacro-iliac C'mon back do the sacro-iliac Won't you come on back do the sacro-iliac |
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In the middle of a caravan
On a four wheel drive oasis There's a man with a thought in mind To cash in on the desert faces He's got a truckload of Yorkshire girls For your harem going places And the border bums never saw The guns in the whiskey cases There's a real, big demand And it's written in the palm of his hand He's gonna change the face of the desert He's gonna sweep away the sand Hang on sheik, I've got a yellow streak I ain't here, I'm a mirage Get back Des, keep it under your fez And don't give us away in the massage Look what I did for the pyramid I put a pool in and made it pay I built an elevator and a film theatre And I shipped it to the U.S.A. 'Cos there's a real big demand And it's written in the palm of my hand I'm gonna change the face of the desert I'm gonna sweep away the sand Hang on friends! There's a lot more goodies in the pipeline So this ain't the time to close the deal Here's the deal Ooh, now you've got a Howitzer all of your own Ooh, and a Panzer division to chauffeur you home Gun running is fun But hang on, friends, hang on friends Allah be praised, there's a whole new craze We're gonna shoot up the foreign legion And it's up with the sheik And down with the frog We're gonna liberate the region! Oh Effendi, we're gonna bury your head in the sand Oh Effendi, you better get off my doggone land Hey, Prince of the moonbeams Son of the Sun, Light of a thousand stars Your gorillas are urban And there's bourbon on your turban And the sun shines out of your ass Oh Effendi, I'm gonna grovel in your wake Oh Effendi, it's all been a big mistake You're gonna cut out my liver If I don't deliver Things are getting out of hand I'm going to ride off into the sunset and Make a deal with the promised land Goodbye friends There's no more goodies in the pipeline |
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