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Get kicked out for coming home at dawn,
Mom and Dad cursed the day you were born, Throw your clothes into a duffle bag shoutin' as ya slam the door home is a drag Who can I turn to and where can I stay ? I heard a place is open all night and all day There's a place you can go where the cops don't know You can act real wild they don't treat you like a child Runaway boys Your hair's all greasy and you feel like a slob, You're only fifteen and you can't get a job, Go into the luncheonette and shoot a few games Losing all your quarters, man it's always the same Steal a couple of bucks to buy a new toy, Slip into the alley with the Runaway boys Runnin' faster, faster all the time You're under age and God knows, that's a crime ! Runaway boys |
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| 2. |
| 2:26 |
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Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings
When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin' Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings Well she's got a pair in pink She's got a pair in red When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings One time Well she's got a pair in pink She's got a pair in red When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings Rock it again now Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin' Singing wab bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings |
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| 3:12 |
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OoooOoooOooo-ah!
Well I rocked over Italy and I rocked over Spain Rocked in Memphis, it was all the same. 'Till I rocked to Africa and rolled off the ship, Seen them natives do an odd looking skip. Parted the weeds and looked over the swamp, And I seen them cats doing the Ubangi Stomp. Ubangi stomp, reggae roll, beats any stomp that you ever been told. Ubangi stomp, Ubangi style, when it hits it drives them Ubangi's wild. Well I looked up the chief he invited me in, He said, Hey big jam session's about to begin He handed me a tom tom, I picked up the beat, That crazy thing send shivers to my feet. I rocked and I rolled, skipped with a smile, Gonna Ubangi stomp man, Ubangi style. Ubangi stomp, reggae roll, beats any stomp that you ever been told. Ubangi stomp, Ubangi style, when it hits it drives them Ubangi's wild. Well I rocked all night and part of the day, Had a good rockin' time with the chief's daugher May. We were making good time and gettin' to know, When the Captain said, "Sorry we gotta go." Well, well that's all right man now, go right ahead, Gonna Ubangi stomp 'till I roll over dead. Ubangi stomp, reggae roll, beats any stomp that you ever been told. Ubangi stomp, Ubangi style, when it hits it drives them Ubangi's wild. |
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| 5. |
| 4:02 |
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Fifteen man taken captive in a hostile foreign land
Scorchin' sun beaming down onto miles and miles of sand A mideast country being ruled By a man who thinks it's fun To hold our people in return For a sjah that's on the run I think it's funny Freedom takes money It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well that's tough shit Man it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shootin' down you and me Scourge of suits in control Of the diplomaticness While the nations of the world Look on and they care less The Soviet Union won't agree To an economic plan And then they laugh and march their troops into Afghanistan Orders from Moscow Invade Teheran now It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well that's tough shit Man it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shootin' at you and me A nation worries and reads the papers Hoping that no-one has died Hearin' rumours that the hostages Will soon be tried as spies Demonstrations on the street Saying that the end is near The man from New York Times on vacation Wants to know what happened here aggressive acts now We want the best now Fifteen moms crying Is my son dying ? It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well that's tough shit Man it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shootin' at you and me |
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| 3:24 |
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Well my baby and me went out late Saturday night
I had my hair piled high and my baby just looks so right Well, pick you up at ten got to have you home by two, Mama don''t know what I''ve got in store for you Well that''s alright ''cause we''re looking as cool as can be Well we found a little place that really didn''t look half bad I''ll have a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put a quarter right into that can, but all it played was disco man C''mon pretty baby, let''s get outta here right away. We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, make ''m scream and shout Let''s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We''re gonna rock till we pop, We''re gonna roll till we We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out Well we''re having a ball just bopping on the big dance floor Well there''s a real square cat he looks nineteen seventy four Well, you look at me once, you look at me twice, You look at me again there''s gonna be a fight We''re gonna rock this town, we''re gonna rip this place apart We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, make ''m scream and shout Let''s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We''re gonna rock till we pop, We''re gonna roll till we We''re gonna rock this town, rock this place apart We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, make ''m scream and shout Let''s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We''re gonna rock till we pop, We''re gonna roll till we We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out |
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| 7. |
| 3:12 |
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There's the Rockabilly Cats
With their pomps real high Wearin' black drape coats All real gone guys Cool skinheads with their rolled up jeans Lookin' real rough and mighty mean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight The sew fishhooks under their collars They got razors in their shoes I said "Go cat, go" their battle cry World War 3 is starting to brew Now the skinheads are all using blackjacks And they're looking mighty mean They got chains wrapped around their fingers And their heads are all shaven clean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Well, there ain't a man left standing So let's all go get a beer No team is the winner So we'll see you all next year There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do Line right up for the sideline view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There's a rumble in Brighton tonight |
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| 3:15 |
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Stray Cat Strut
by Stray Cats Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence. Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent. I'm flat broke and I don't care. I strut right by with my tail in the air. Stray cat strut [I'm a ladies' cat]. I'm a feline Casanova [Hey! Man that's that]. Get a shoe thrown at me by a mean old man. Get my dinner from a garbage can. I don't bother chasin' mice around. Oh no. I slink down the alley lookin' for a fight. Howlin' at the moon on a hot summer night. Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry. Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy. I wish I could be as carefree and wild. But I got cat class and I got cat style. I don't bother chasin' mice around. I slink down the alley lookin' for a fight. Howlin' at the moon on a hot summer night. Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry. Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy. I wish I could be as carefree and wild. But I got cat class and I got cat style. |
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| 3:12 |
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Well, I don't know what's the matter Oh, what's the matter with me Well, I don't know what's the matter Oh, what's the matter with me Well, I can't control my legs now And I can't hardly see Well, I'm smoking past the filter And it's burning my lips Well, I'm smoking past the filter And it's burning my lips My body is a shakin' Down to my finger tips Oh, please let me stay here Well, let me stay here tonight C'mon baby let me stay here Let me stay here tonight I want to crawl baby crawl up I want to crawl up and die Ohh! Well, I'm searchin' for the poison That's gotta keep me alive Well, I'm searchin' for the poison That's gotta keep me alive And if I don't find that poison I'm gonna crawl up and die Well, I can't control this feeling That I'm having inside Well, I can't control this feeling That I'm having inside I want to crawl baby crawl up I want to crawl up and die Oh, please let me stay here Well, let me stay here tonight C'mon baby let me stay here Let me stay here tonight I want to crawl baby crawl up I want to crawl up and die Oh, please let me stay here Well, let me stay here tonight C'mon baby let me stay here Let me stay here tonight I want to crawl baby crawl up I want to crawl up and die and die and die |
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| 3:04 |
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My friends tried to tell me, but they were too late, yeah
What a fool I was to fall for your bait, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss-a-me baby, I don't mean maybe Double talkin' baby, please make up your mind Oh-oh-oh-oh, first you said you would, if you just could, yeah Then you said you could if you just would, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss me baby, I don't mean maybe Double talkin' baby, please make up your mind (Yeah) Now you said you would if you still could, yeah I bet you probably will if I keep still, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss me baby, I don't mean maybe A-double talkin' baby, please make up your mind (Yeah, git-it, go, rock) My friends tried to tell me, but they were too late, yeah What a fool I was to fall for your bait, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss me baby, I don't mean maybe A-double talkin' baby, please make up your mind Oh-oh-oh-oh, first you said you would-hood, if you just could, yeah Then you said you could if you just would, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss me baby, I don't mean maybe Double talkin' baby, please make up your mind ... Yeah... |
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| 11. |
| 2:56 |
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I want to walk with you, talk with you all night long
And there's no better time than tonight When I get you under the stars above Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire I want to date with you would be great with you baby tonight When I get you into my arms tonight everything's gonna turn out right Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Well all the time I waisted baby be my steady date I want to make up for lost time. Tonight I just can't wait Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Well all the time I waisted baby be my steady date I want to make up for lost time. Tonight I just can't wait Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Well all the time I waisted baby be my steady date I want to make up for lost time. Tonight I just can't wait Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire |
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| 3:01 |
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roll roll roll bop man bop I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it, Yeah, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that wild saxophone I wanna mambo, jambo, do my number Hold my baby all the summer Every time I hear that wild saxophone I wanna rock rock rock roll roll roll bop man bop I wanna flip it, flop it, really bop it, Aaaaah, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that wild saxophone Every time I hear that wild saxophone Every time I hear that wild saxophone Every time I hear that wild saxophone |
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