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Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said, "Do you come from a land down under? Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover." Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich And he said, "I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover." Lying in a den in Bombay With a slack jaw, and not much to say I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me Because I come from the land of plenty?" And he said, "Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah) Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover." |
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Skip de skip, up the road
Off to school you go "Don't you be a bad boy Johnny Don't you slip up Or play the fool" "Oh no Ma, Oh no Da, I'll be your golden boy I will obey ev'ry golden rule" Get told by the teacher Not to day-dream Told by my mother: Be good Be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good be good (johnny) Be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good (johnny) Be good be good. "Are you going to play football this year, John?" "No!" "Oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then, are you Johnny?" "No! no! no!" "Boy, you sure are a funny kid, Johnny, but I like you! So tell me, what kind of a boy are you, John?" I only like dreaming All the day long Where no one is screaming Be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good be good (johnny) Be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good be good Johnny |
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Don't ask me to love my neighbour
Cause I don't love the man Don't ask me for my favours I won't lend a hand And if I had real power Then I could disappear Wouldn't have to be around you I'd sink into the atmosphere Then I wouldn't hear Your hard luck story It's a hard luck, a hard luck story Don't ask me to tip the waiter For he is underhand I can tell he is a woman hater And he is a nasty man Within reach lies all desire For each and every soul Stripped bare and stretching higher You fall into the last balck hole To end your hard Hard luck story It's a hard luck Hard luck story Don't ask me to pray to Jesus I've never met the man I only meet weekend preachers Pictures of the promised land All the new holy saviours Who pretend to understand Who do you think will save you Modern day beggar man Such a hard luck Hard luck story It's a hard luck Hard luck story It's such a hard Hard luck story It's a hard luck Hard luck story Don't ask me to love my neighbour Don't ask me to tip the waiter Don't ask me to pray to Jesus He picked his time to leave us It's a hard luck Hard luck story It's a hard luck Hard luck story It's a hard luck story Hard luck story |
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Jump down the shelters to get away The boys are cockin' up their guns Tell us general, is it party time? If it is can we all come Don't think that we don't know Don't think that we're not trying Don't think we move too slow It's no use after crying Saying It's a mistake, it's a mistake It's a mistake, it's a mistake After the laughter as died away And all the boys have had their fun No surface noise now, not much to say They've got the bad guys on the run Don't try to say you're sorry Don't say he drew his gun They've gone and grabbed old Ronnie He's not the only one saying It's a mistake, it's a mistake It's a mistake, it's a mistake Tell us commander, what do you think? 'Cos we know that you love all that power Is it on then, are we on the brink? We wish you'd all throw in the towel We'll not fade out too soon Not in this finest hour Whistle your favourite tune We'll send a card and flower Saying It's a mistake, it's a mistake It's a mistake, it's a mistake |
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Oh Tokyo, lived Shintaro
Little koga ninjas tried to take him away But Shintaro he's not alone Got Koga ninjas of his own They help him in the fight Look out here come the samurai Gisha girls with silk and curls Giggle about this guy They want to comb his pony tail Become Mrs. Samurai But he's a fat little jap chap But don't you tell him that He might slice you in two Or get tombay the mist on to you Oh Toyko, Lived Shintaro Oh Toyko, Lived Shintaro Oh Toyko, Oh Toyko |
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Moving up and down and from side to side
With so many things to do I want to go again I want another ride This time should see it through We never realised as the years rolled by No we never really had a clue But we knew one day we'd come alive And in the end there's me and you My babe, she gives me everything She gives me everything I need When the winter comes and the cold sets in As this city's prone to do They forecast heavy seas and gale force winds that's really nothing new When I'm falling down Deeper than the underground My thoughts race back to you Again and again My babe, she gives me everything she gives me everything I need And if you think us fools And you criticize Then my friend the joke's on you My babe, she gives me everything She gives me everything I need |
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Who can it be knocking at my door?
Go 'way, don't come 'round here no more. Can't you see that it's late at night? I'm very tired, and I'm not feeling right. All I wish is to be alone; Stay away, don't you invade my home. Best off if you hang outside, Don't come in - I'll only run and hide. Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be knocking at my door? Make no sound, tip-toe across the floor. If he hears, he'll knock all day, I'll be trapped, and here I'll have to stay. I've done no harm, I keep to myself; There's nothing wrong with my state of mental health. I like it here with my childhood friend; Here they come, those feelings again! Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Is it the man come to take me away? Why do they follow me? It's not the future that I can see, It's just my fantasy Oh...Who can it be now? Oh...Who can it...Who can it... Yeah yeah yeah |
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Dr. Heckyll works late at the laboratory
Where things are not as they seem Dr. Heckyll wishes nothing more desperately Than to fulfill all of his dreams Letting loose with a scream in the dead of night As he's breaking new ground Trying his best to unlock all the secrets But he's not sure what he's found Dr. Heckyll is his own little guinea pig 'Cos they all think he's mad Sets his sights on the search of a lifetime And he's never, never sad Whoa oh, it's off to work he goes In the name of science and all its wonders This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive Not long now till the ultimate experiment He's breaking all the rules He wants to cure all matter of imbalance In this world of fools He locks the door and he looks around nervously He knows there's no one there He drinks it down and waits for some reaction To all his work and care Hey, hey he fumbles for what to say He loves the wo except for all the people This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive Whoa oh, it's out at night he goes He slips easily into conversation Hey hey, he's cool in every way Sometimes he loves to sing that old black magic This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive |
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There's a picture in the hall, I know
And it's from a time when feelings showed Though I hold it close before my eyes My heart refuses to see Loving you could have been, oh so easy But there is something you don't understand Through the times when two were one completely There was another in this well laid plan This corridor seems to stretch for years ahead But patient hearts cannot match times steady tread Is this the threshold of a fantasy? Is there still life at all? Loving you could have been, oh so easy But there is something you don't understand Through the times when two were one completely There was another in this well laid plan Best laid plan of ours Watering the garden, some comfort for the twilight years Still, life never lingers, it marches past our veil of tears A moment's all we've got, to have and to hold Don't slip, don't blink, don't turn your head With a photographic memory I could live in a time that used to be Is this the threshold of a fantasy? Is there still life at all? Loving you could have been, oh so easy But there is something you don't understand Through the times when I was won completely There was another in this well laid plan Loving you could have been, oh so easy But there is something you don't understand There was a time when I was won completely Our emotions they got out of hand |
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I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright Perahaps its just my imagination Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away Alone between the sheets Only brings exasperation It's time to walk the streets Smell the desperation At least there's pretty lights And though there's little variation It nullifies the night From overkill Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright It's just overkill Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away |
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Don't take the fire from your eyes
Must make them feel the heat They build castles underground for the rich and politic elite Keep all the home fires burning, Don't let the lights go out The streets are empty, and there's nobody about. We'll be alright in the morning time, yeah We're doing fine, I'll see you on the night line There's no need for you to fight, boys, Hang up all your guns Find your mask and asbestos you can, get ready to run Keep all the food lines moving, Don't come cry'n' for more The signs were there, you should have bought connections before We'll be alright in the morning time, yeah We're doing fine, I'll see you on the nightline It's such a big joke It's the talk of the town All the planets to whom I spoke Are trying their best to play it down Don't take the fire from your eyes Must make them feel the heat But my head's unsteady I can't seem to keep my feet We'll be alright in the morning time, yeah We're doing fine, I'll see you on the nightline Jump off the Eiffel Tower Just have a look around Move fast, in the tunnels of the underground Move fast, in the tunnels of the underground Let's go |
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