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| 1. |
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Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
At the screen on the green now Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out (oh oh) At the screen on the green now Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one You'd better take it in the ear now Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out (oh oh) At the screen on the green now Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one You'd better listen to the ants now Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out Fall out (ooh yeah) Fall out (oh oh) At the screen on the green now Bop shoowop I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) I want it buddy - buddy, bop shoowop (ooh ooh ooh-ooh) |
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| 2. |
| 2:57 |
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The murder happy characters have such fun
They murder happy characters one by one You want a second chance Out you don't get one And the good guys hate the bad guys And the bad guys hate the good guys And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history The murder happy characters like to creep They murder little children while they sleep They leave you on the floor in a big red heap And the good guys hate the bad guys And the bad guys hate the good guys And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history And we call this making history The murder happy characters say they know How to keep the crime rate way down low "Just nip it in the bud so it can't grow" And the bad guys hate the good guys And the good guys hate the bad guys And we call this making history |
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| 3. |
| 3:12 |
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Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick Beat me beat me There's so much happiness behind these tears Beat me beat me I pray you'll beat me For ten thousand years Beat me beat me I'm black and blue baby I love you Be your dog For just one flog You don't hear me plead For you to make me bleed Beat me beat me Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Well use a truncheon or a cricket bat Beat me beat me A good beatings really where its at Beat me beat me |
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| 4. |
| 3:32 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:08 |
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I got a heart on my arm
It says pure sex It hurts I mean it Yeah Red red scab Red red scab Red red scab I got it till I die Or till I reach orgasmo I'm gonna get myself a girl with a gun (and fuck 'er) She's gonna blow my throbbing brain* Yeah (I fell over) Red red scab Red red scab It was a red red scab A red red scab Red red scab A red red scab Red red scab Red red scab Red red scab Hey Marco, not so many noise, eh? Sorry guys, me dad wants to put the car in the garage... |
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| 6. |
| 4:27 |
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Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming
Just crossed over into Mexico Lock up your pigsties and your daughters 'Cos if it moves, you know old Juanito Young ladies he likes to ravish He knows how to make them wet And if he can't, he know he dig himself a hole Or go looking for your favorite pet, olé They call him Juanito the Bandito Lock up your things, you'll be robbed They call him Juanito The randy bandito Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?* He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero A droopy moustache to his chin He will hold up stab or shoot you So that he can get it in okay (Alright) they call him Juanito the Bandito Lock up your things, you'll be robbed They call him Juanito The randy bandito Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?* My son, I tell you... don't bother I'm going downtown with the guys okay? |
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| 2:35 |
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Why?
Tell me why? Oh why? Do girls love horses? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? Is it 'cos they're round? Or they're six feet off the ground? Is it because they're on top? Or the clippety clop? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? Is it 'cos they're round? 'Cos they're six foot off the ground? Is it because they're on top? Or the clippety clop? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? Why? Oh why? Tell me why? Do girls love horses? (repeat 'til fade) |
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| 8. |
| 3:07 |
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A love dare not speakin' the name
A love dare not speakin' the I will love you each day of my life And when I die they can Fetch them a knife Cut me open And written on my brain And in my heart they'll find a name It'll be yours, yours, yours, yours A love dare not speakin' the name A love dare not speakin' the If you wanna be happy Live out of the past Make your new lover As good as the last Or better... I will love you each day of my life And when I die they can Fetch them a knife Cut me open Written on my brain And in my heart they'll find a name It'll be yours, yours, yours, yours A love dare not speakin' the name A love dare not speakin' the If you wanna be happy Live out of the past Make your new lover As good as the last Or better... A love dare not speakin' the name A love dare not speakin' the Please don't love me For what I'm not Better you hate me For what I've got |
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| 9. |
| 3:35 |
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In for a penny in, for a pound
If she walks by you, you better turn around She wants sparkle and she don't give a damn As well be hung for A sheep than a lamb So be her Daddy She hits back Kiss the drummer Rat-a-tat-tat Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Miss Fierce kiss the drummer Little by little, bit by bit Love stood laughing at this locksmith She may be wrong, and she may be right But barking dogs they Seldom bite So be her Daddy She hits back Kiss the drummer Rat-a-tat-tat Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Got to learn to laugh at this Miss Fierce kiss the drummer In the panic and the traumas Miss Fierce puts on her Fierce legwarmers When men think big And by golly they do They don't wanna go crying Boo-hooing at you When men think big And by golly they do They don't wanna go crying Boo-hooing at you |
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| 10. |
| 4:41 |
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My baby says I mistreat her
I don’t know about that I only know when I beat her She like to call me a - She keeps on playing those b-side records All day long in the flat They’re a little bit obscure she says I call her a - B-side baby And that’s that She’s just a b-side baby And that’s a fact I think punk is an overused word As a matter of fact I hate joey ramone when he says He’s gonna beat on a - He’s going to find himself d-d-down an alley With his face beaten flat And a spray job in bright pink letters, saying B-r-a-t spells B-side baby |
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| 11. |
| 3:18 |
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Party's over, it's time to change
Shoes away I neatly arrange Next the hairdo On the block Put away my lovely frock T.V.-T.V. Underwear all tidied away Thirty eight bust just for a day Heels so high My furs so fine All a woman's things, they are mine T.V. - T.V. Oh, I'm a joyous glad T.V. Why don't you come T.V. with me? I know a girl who loves to dress me Up like this and then caress me To remind me of the way I used to go both night and day In femininity there's pride We'll marry soon I'll be the bride Chi Chi Pamela or Barbara What a good girl you really are Poetry is awful, so is your prose What's your gender? No one knows T.V. - T.V. Oh, I'm a joyous glad T.V. Why don't you come T.V. with me? I know a girl who loves to dress me Up like this and then caress me To remind me of the way I used to go both night and day In femininity there's pride We'll marry soon I'll be the bride T.V. - T.V. I'm a joyous glad T.V. Why don't you come T.V. with me? I know a girl who loves to dress me Up like this and then caress me To remind me of the way I used to go both night and day In femininity there's pride We'll marry soon I'll be the bride Oh, I'm a joyous glad T.V. Why don't you come T.V. with me? I know a girl who loves to dress me Up like this and then caress me |
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| 12. |
| 3:09 |
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Hey ho strike
Hey ho strike O lucky lucky lucky me I can live here in luxury Can't answer your simplicity (oh no) You've got to stop your grumbling And all that human bondage den And try to make a man of me Hey ho strike one Last one in's a son of a gun Hey ho strike two Can't fight here, this is the war room Oh never never let me go The flaming flesh that wonder hole Where violence equals zero (oh no) You've got to stop your grumbling And all that human bondage den Beef cake and custard to a big hero Hey ho strike one Last one in's a son of a gun Hey ho strike two Can't fight here, this is the war room Can't fight here, this is the war room So kiss me quickly who'll oblige? Oh come along and don't be shy Don't be all surface no insides (oh no) You've got to stop your grumbling And all that human bondage den So swear the heat in baby No neck ties Hey ho strike one Last one in's a son of a gun Hey ho strike two Can't fight here, this is the war room Hey ho strike three Action stations I'm ready Hey ho strike four My durango supercar Hey ho strike five Wake up now its time to die Hey ho strike six Flopnik kaputnik Hey ho strike seven Kissing at five, necking at eleven Hey ho strike eight Decided to co-operate Hey ho strike nine Gonna have us a crackin'good time Hey ho strike ten Flowers, bullets, zen and zen |
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| 4:27 |
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I want to date you maybe
I want to take you out I want to wine and dine you-oo I want to twist and twist and shout I want you hard in my arms so soft on my bed you get the keys to my heart when you wear that sweet dress (you know, the short one) you're so physical, physical for me you're just too physical, physical, for me I want your roughouse baby I want this night in your ear let me feel you danger I want to make this feeling clear I want the touch of your charms the heat of your breath I want to say all those things (those dirty things) that would be better unsaid |
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| 2:14 |
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I'm sick of coming home and watching TV
I just can't stand it when you sit next to me It doesn't matter It doesn't matter I'll get by with another B-b-baby go to hell Our perspiration's brought the wallpaper down I just can't stand it when you walk into town It doesn't matter It doesn't matter 'Cos I'll get by with another B-b-baby go to (like this) There's so much trouble when we go for a bite They say the food is off and they start to fight It doesn't matter It doesn't matter I'll get by with another B-b-baby you - Yes you do you - Oh oh oh oh oh you - Like this The CD-booklet has an extra verse on this song, but it's NOT in this (censored) version: I'd like to kiss you baby, fall for your charms But that's all over when you lift up your arms |
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| 4:15 |
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| 16. |
| 5:11 |
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Bang bang you're dead
Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you I try to tell you but you just don't understand You've got my entire life in your hands Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well, you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got And if the enemy don't see it your way Be smart, play dead, live to fight a new day And vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're missing 'Cos you don't know what you got Vive le rock, vive le rock Vive le rock If this is it then I'm afraid it's not enough Here's Johnny and he's calling your bluff Vive le rock, vive le rock Oh well you don't know what you're doing 'Cos you don't know what is what Vive le rock, vive le rock (Look out! rockers going Starwars!) Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you You're scratching records but you won't be scratching mine Don't give me chish-chash in rinky-dink time Just vive le rock, vive le rock Well I've been where I was going And it's not Tom of Finland Vive le rock, vive le rock Vive le rock Bang bang you're dead Did not, did too Stop diddy-bopping buddy Bouncing Betty on you Look Ma, I'm on top of the world |
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