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I'll have some clam chowder, followed by beef steak on rye
Pumpkin pie, whipped cream and coffee, I wanna green salad on the side, Don't forget the french fries, Pizza pie, garlic and anchovie. I keep burning up calories as fast as I keep putting them down, Eat food, put it in my mouth, Chew it up, swallow it down, I'll have two eggs, over light, home made apple pie Cole slaw as a side order. I gotta stay fit, stay alive, eat food to sustain a non-stop high-grade performer. The pace is continual, sure keeps running me down Don't you know that you gotta eat food, Don't you know that you gotta refuel. I'm a Maximum Consumption, super-grade performer. High powered machine, Go steady on my clutch, go easy on the hills And you'll get a lot of mileage out of me. I'm so easy to drive, and I'm an excellent ride, Excessive living sure keeps running me down You've got to learn to use the Maximum Juice That's how you get the maximum use. Life keeps using me, keeps on abusing me, mentally and physically. I gotta stay fit, stay alive, need fuel inside, eat food to survive Maximum Consumption sure keeps running me down Don't you know that you gotta eat food Don't you know that it's good for you. I'm a Maximum Consumption, Non-stop machine Total automation perpetual motion. |
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All that I see, seems so unreal to me,
Is it the truth or is it only fantasy, Is it a dream or is it unreal reality? All around me is such unreality, Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see, Is the whole thing a fake, or the ultimate reality? That house is so big that it reaches right up to the clouds It's got hundreds of windows, so the people inside can look out, And they look down below and wonder what it's all about. Look at that lady she got silver all over her face, Is she a human being or a creature from outer space, Is she authentic or phoney, I guess it's just a matter of taste. Oh because they can feel it, it's gotta be the real thing, Because they can touch it, it's gotta be reality. If they say it's real, it's gotta be the real thing. See that fella, looking all spick and span, Is he a tailor's dummy or is he a real man, Is he genuine, or straight off the assembly line. All round me is such unreality, Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see, Is the whole thing a fake or the ultimate reality? Is it a dream, or is it the real reality? |
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My baby woke me up this mornin'
She said get down that labour exchange, And if you don't come home with a job son, You'll get no dinner to-day. You gotta secure me a weekly workin' wage. You'll get no more fancy cookin', You'll get no more apple pie, You'll just get those plain hot potatoes To satisfy your appetite. La la la la la la Potatoes, Boiled, French fried, any old way that you wanna decide. Hot potatoes, yeh, I want your lovin' every single day. I said I don't need your fancy cooking, I like the simple things in life, Just give me those plain hot potatoes And I'll be well satisfied, They'll satisfy my appetite. La la la la la la Potatoes, Boiled, French fried, any old way that you wanna decide. Hot potatoes, yeh, I want your lovin' 60 minutes an hour, I want your lovin' 24 hours a day, I want your lovin' 7 days a week. Yeh, yeh, oh yeh. I want your love, I need your love, But all I get is hot potatoes When I come home late at night To satisfy my appetite. Don't give me no more potatoes, Boiled, French fried, any old way you wanna decide. Hot potatoes, I want your lovin' every single day. I want your lovin' La la la la la la Potatoes, Boiled, French fried, any old way that you wanna decide. Hot potatoes, Hot potatoes, yeh. |
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If my friends could see me now, driving round just like a film star,
In a chauffeur driven jam jar, they would laugh. They would all be saying that it's not really me, They would all be asking who I'm trying to be. If my friends could see me now, Looking out my hotel window, Dressed in satin strides and two-tone daisy roots, If my friends could see me now I know they would smile. Sitting in my hotel, hiding from the dramas of this great big world, Seven stories high, looking at the world go by-y. Sitting in my hotel room, thinking about the countryside and sunny days in June. Trying to hide the gloom, sitting in my hotel room. If my friends could see me now, dressing up in my bow-tie, Prancing round the room like some outrageous poove, They would tell me that I'm just being used They would ask me what I'm trying to prove. They would see me in my hotel, Watching late shows till the morning, Writing songs for old time vaudeville revues. All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to. Sitting in my hotel, looking through the window at the people in the street, Seven stories high looking at the world go by, Sitting in my hotel, looking at the world outside. If my friends could see me now they would try to understand me, They would ask me what on earth I'm trying to prove. All my friends would ask me what it's all leading to. |
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Motorway food is the worst in the world,
You've never eaten food like you've eaten on the motorway. Motorway food is the worst in the world, The coffee tastes weak and the cakes taste stale And gasoline fumes are the worst to inhale, Your stomach rolls over and your face turns pale. Oh, that motorway livin', Ain't it a thrill to be so free, yeh. Riding down the motorway, Got to charge up my batteries, Rest my seat, rest my eyes, So tired, tired of livin', tired of livin' this motorway livin'. Motorway tea is warm and wet, The rain is a pouring and it's four in the morning, And it's all I can get. You've never seen loos like motorway loos, Thousands of people passing through, It's enough to put you off of your motorway food. Oh that motorway living, Ain't it a thrill to be so free, yeh. Got to get away from Cats eyes, cold meat pies, Thousand on raft, cold French fries So tired, tired of livin', tired of livin' this motorway livin'. Motorway food is invariably fried, It keeps me and feeds me and helps me survive. Oh that motorway, ain't it a thrill to be so free, yeh, Riding down the motorway, cats eyes, cold meat pies Thousand on raft, cold French fries, So tired, tired of livin', tired of livin' this motorway livin'. Motorway food is the worst in the world, You'll never eat food like you've eaten on the motorway. Motorway food is the worst in the world. My stomach's upset and I don't feel well, Gotta get my head down, stop for a while in a motorway hotel. Mama oh mama, my dear Suzi too, This motorway message is sent just for you. My headache's improved but my back really hurts, I never thought I'd travel so far to work. |
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Let me take you on a little trip,
My supersonic ship's At your disposal if you feel so inclined - well alright We're gonna travel faster than light, Do up your overcoat tight And you'll go anywhere you want to decide - well alright Too many people side by side Got no place to hide On my supersonic rocket ship, Nobody has to be hip Nobody needs to be out og sight - out of site Nobody's gonna travel second class, There'll be equality And no suppression of minorities We'll take this planet shake it round And turn it upside down On my supersonic rocket ship It aint no magic Aint no lie Up and down, round and round On my supersonic rocket ship Let me take you on a little trip, My supersonic ship's At your disposal if you feel so inclined - well alright Nobody's gonna travel second class, There'll be equality And no suppression of minorities - well alright Let me take you on a little trip On my supersonic rocket ship |
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Everybody's a dreamer
And everybody's a star And everybody's in movies It doesn't matter who you are There are stars in every city In every house and on every street And if you walk down Hollywood Boulevard Their names are written in concrete Don't step on Greta Garbo As you walk down the boulevard She looks so weak and fragile That's why she tried to be so hard But they turned her into a princess And they sat her on a throne But she turned her back on stardom Because she wanted to be alone You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain Rudolph Valentino Looks very much alive And he looks up ladies' dresses As they sadly pass him by Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi 'Cause he's liable to turn and bite But stand close by Bette Davis Because hers was such a lonely life If you covered him with garbage George Sanders would still have style And if you stamped on Mickey Rooney He would still turn 'round and smile But please don't tread on dearest Marilyn 'Cause she's not very tough She should have been made of iron or steel But she was only made of flesh and blood You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain Everybody's a dreamer And everybody's a star And everybody's in show-biz It doesn't matter who you are And those who are successful Be always on your guard Success walks hand in hand with failure Along Hollywood Boulevard I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes 'Cause celluloid heroes never feel any pain And celluloid heroes never really die You can see all the stars as you walk along Hollywood Boulevard Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain La la la la, la la la la la la la la la La la la la, la la la la la la la la la Oh, celluloid heroes never feel any pain Oh, celluloid heroes never really die I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain And celluloid heroes never really die |
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I've just come in at number 25
I'm oh so happy, so glad to be alive And everybody says it's going to get to the top Life is so easy when your record's hot Go tell my mamma and my sister too To press my trousers and polish my shoes I might even end up a rock-and-roll god It might turn into a steady job. My agent said to me: "Son, I always told you so." Now my record's number 11 on the BBC But number 7 on the N.M.E. Now the Melody Maker want to interview me And ask about my politics and theories on religion. Now my record's up to number 3 And a woman recognized me and started to scream This all seems like a crazy dream I've been invited to a dinner with a prominent queen Now I've got friends that I never knew I had before It's strange how people want you when you record's high When it drops down they just pass you by Now my agent just called me on the telephone said, "Son" "your record's just got to number one" "And do you know what this means? This means you can earn some real money!" |
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You look like a real human being
But you don't have a mind of your own Yeah, you can talk, you can breathe You can work, you can stitch, you can sew But you're brainwashed Yes you are, yes you are Get down on your knees You've got a job and a house And a wife, and your kids and a car Yeah, you're conditioned to be What they want you to be And be happy to be where you are Yes you are Get down on your knees Get down on your knees The aristocrats and bureaucrats Are dirty rats For making you what you are They're up there and you re down here You're on the ground and they're up with the stars All your life they've kicked you around and pushed you around Till you can't take any more To them you're just a speck of dirt But you don't want to get up off the floor Mister you're just brainwashed They give you social security Tax saving benefits that grow at maturity Yeah, you're conditioned to be What they want you to be And to do what they want you to Yes you are, yes you are Get down on your knees |
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Holiday,
Oh what a lovely day today, I'm oh so glad they sent me away, To have a little holiday today, holiday. Holiday, And I'm just standing on the end of a pier, Hoping and dreaming you were here, To share my little holiday. Lookin' in the sky for a gap in the clouds, Sometimes I think that sun ain't never coming out, But I'd rather be here than in that dirty old town, I had to leave the city cos it really brought me down. Oh holiday, oh what a lovely day today, I think I'll get down on my little ol' knees and pray, thank you Lord, Thank heaven for this holiday today, holiday. I'm leaving insecurity behind me, The environmental pressures got me down, I don't need no sedatives to pull me round, I don't need no sleeping pills to help me sleep sound. Oh holiday, Oh what a lovely day today, I think I'll get down on my little ol' knees and pray, That's what I'll do, Thank heaven for this holiday. Lying on the beach with my back burned rare, The salt gets in my blisters and the sand gets in my hair, And the sea's an open sewer, But I really couldn't care, I'm breathing through my mouth so I don't have to sniff the air. Oh holiday, Oh what a lovely day today, I'm so glad they sent me away, To have a little holiday. |
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Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning,
I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes, She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me, I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die. They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow, Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got, They're gonna try and make me change my way of living, But they'll never make me something that I'm not. Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, but my heart lies in old West Virginia, Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen. They're putting us in little boxes, No character just uniformity, They're trying to build a computerised community, But they'll never make a zombie out of me. They'll try and make me study elocution, Because they say my accent isn't right, They can clear the slums as part of their solution, But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride. Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy, But my heart lies in Old West Virginia, Though my hills are not green, I have seen them in my dreams, Take me back to those Black Hills, That I have never seen. |
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Here's a story about a sinner,
He used to be a winner who enjoyed a life of prominence and position, But the pressures at the office and his socialite engagements, And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition, It turned him to the booze, And he got mixed up with a floosie And she led him to a life of indecision. The floosie made him spend his dole She left him lying on Skid Row A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission. It's such a shame. Oh demon alcohol, Sad memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would say, Damn it all and blow it all, Oh demon alcohol, Memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol. Sad memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol. Barley wine, pink gin, He'll drink anything, Port, pernod or tequila, Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks, As long as all his troubles disappeared. But he messed up his life, went and beat up his wife, And the floosie's gone and found another sucker She's gonna turn him on to drink She's gonna lead him to the brink And when his money's gone, She'll leave him in the gutter, It's such a shame. Oh demon alcohol, Sad memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would say, Damn it all and blow it all, Sad memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would fall, A slave to demon alcohol. |
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Day-o, Day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, me say day, me say day, me say day Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Work all night on a drink a' rum Daylight come and me wan' go home Stack banana till the mornin' come Daylight come and me wan' go home Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana Daylight come and me wan' go home Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana Daylight come and me wan' go home It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH! Daylight come and me wan' go home Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH! Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, me say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, me say day, me say day, me say day... Daylight come and me wan' go home A beautiful bunch a' ripe banana Daylight come and me wan' go home Hide the deadly black tarantula Daylight come and me wan' go home It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH! Daylight come and me wan' go home Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH! Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, me say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, me say day, me say day, me say day... Daylight come and me wan' go home Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana Daylight come and me wan' go home Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana Daylight come and me wan' go home Day-o, day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home Day, me say day, me say day, me say day Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o Daylight come and me wan' go home |
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I never knew why I loved you so much
Maybe it's the way you look at me when you get up in the morning I didn't need a shove, I just fell in love, With your little baby face Baby face, You got the prettiest little baby face There isn't another one to take your place Baby face You got my heart a jumpin' You sure have started something Baby face, I'm up in heaven when I'm in your firm embrace I didn't need a shove, I just fell in love With your pretty little baby face You got my heart a-jumpin' You sure have started something Baby face, I'm up in heaven when I'm in your firm embrace I didn't need a shove, I just fell in love With your pretty little baby face, Pretty little baby face, Pretty little baby face. |
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I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola C-O-L-A, Cola She walked up to me and she asked me to dance I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola L-O-L-A, Lola La-la-la-la Lola Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine, oh my Lola La-la-la-la Lola Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand Why she walked like a woman but talked like a man, oh my Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola Well, we drank champagne and danced all night Under electric candlelight She picked me up and sat me on her knee And said "Dear boy, won't you come home with me?" Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy But when I looked in her eyes, well I almost fell for my Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola I pushed her away I walked to the door I fell to the floor I got down on my knees Then I looked at her and she at me Well, that's the way that I want it to stay And I always want it to be that way for my Lola La-la-la-la Lola Girls will be boys and boys will be girls It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world, except for Lola La-la-la-la Lola Well, I left home just a week before And I'd never ever kissed a woman before But Lola smiled and took me by the hand And said "Dear boy, I'm gonna make you a man" Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man And so is Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola Lola La-la-la-la Lola La-la-la-la Lola |
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Baby, I feel good
From the moment I arise Feel good from morning Till the end of the day Till the end of the day Yeah, you and me We live this life From when we get up Till we go sleep at night You and me were free We do as we please, yeah From morning, till the end of the day Till the end of the day Yeah, I get up And I see the sun up And I feel good, yeah 'Cause my life has begun You and me were free We do as we please, yeah From morning, till the end of the day Till the end of the day You and me were free We do as we please, yeah From morning, till the end of the day Till the end of the day Till the end of the day Till the end of the day Till the end of the day Till the end of the day |
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