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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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| 3:24 |
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Rock This Town - Stray Cats Well, My baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you home at two Mama don't know what I catched off of you But that's all right cause we're looking as cool as can be Well, we found a little place that really didn't lood half bad I had a whiskey on the rocks And change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put the cold rock into that can But all they played was disco, man Come on, baby, baby, let's get out of here right away We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock till you pop We're gonna rock till you drop We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out Well, we're having a ball just 'a bopping on the big dance floor Well, there's a real square cat, he looks a 1974 Well, he looked at me once, he looked at me twice Look at me again and there's gonna be 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'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock till you pop We're gonna rock till you drop We're gonna rock this town Rock this place apart |
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| 3:15 |
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Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh,
Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent I'm flat broke but I don't care I strut right by with my tail in the air Stray cat strut, I'm a ladies' cat, A feline Casanova, hey man, thats where its at Get a shoe thrown at me from a mean old man Get my dinner from a garbage can Yeah don't cross my path I don't bother chasing mice around I slink down the alley looking for a fight Howling to the moonlight 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 chasing mice around I slink down the alley looking for a fight Howling to the moonlight 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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| 4:01 |
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Well, wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and comb my hair
Well, I wake up in the morning, I brush my teeth and comb my hair There's a big black cadillac parked on the street over there Well it's the finest lookin' car, that ever rolled of the line Any other car would just be wasting your time Ooh one fine day I'm gonna make a cadillac mine I gotta get a cadillac Look at that cadillac, look at that Look at that cadillac, look at that Rolling down the avenue, I'm gonna get me a cadillac too If it's the last thing I do Well I got a job, down at the liquor store Well I got me a job down at the liquor store Oooh I ain't lazy but I don't wanna work no more When I get my paycheck I put it right in the bank I'm putting all my money straight right in the bank Well I'm halfway to get my big black cadillac tank I gotta get a cadillac Look at that cadillac, look at that Look at that cadillac, look at that Rolling down the avenue, I'm gonna get me a cadillac too If it's the last thing I do Sittin' in a bar knockin' 'm back Up pulls a big black cadillac Out steps a kitten, stand back cats Away I go in that cadillac Look at that cadillac, look at that Look at that cadillac, look at that Rolling down the avenue, I'm gonna get me a cadillac too If it's the last thing I do I gotta get a cadillac Look at that cadillac, look at that Look at that cadillac, look at that Rock and rolling down the avenue, I'm gonna get me a cadillac too If it's the last thing I do |
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| 2:56 |
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| 3:12 |
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Well there's the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high
Wearing black drape coats, all real gone guys The cool skinheads with the rolled up jeans Looking real tough 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. They sew fish hooks under their collars, Got razors in their shoes "Go cat go" is their battle cry World War Three is starting to brew Now, the skinheads all use black jacks 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 goddamn 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 a 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 goddamn 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 Well man there ain't a goddamn thing that the cops can do, So line back up for a side line view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There's a rumble in Brighton tonight |
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| 3:27 |
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| 2:16 |
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| 2:36 |
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Yeah, punch my card at five o'clock
Friday night and I'm ready to rock Hit the switch, spin the dial Can't find nothing with a rockin' style Something's wrong with my radio It says slow down, I say go They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock Grease my hair count my dough Tell that D.J. where to go Try to listen for a little while But long-haired music it cramps my style Something's wrong with my radio It says slow down, I say go They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock Well hunk my horn in jumps my gal Just one look and it straightens her curls Radio is off I have a hunch Radio station is out to lunch Something's wrong with my radio It says slow down but I say go They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock Something's wrong with my radio Something's wrong with my radio Oooh, there is something wrong with my radio Something's wrong with my radio They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock |
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| 2:57 |
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| 5:11 |
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