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| 1. |
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Ex-friends, ex-lovers and enemies
I've got your case in front of me today All sewn up Ex-bosses you never let me be I got your names and your numbers filed away I've grown up See me Hear me Don't you know you can't get near me You can only hope to hear me on your radio On your radio You're gonna hear me on your radio Ex-teachers still coming through to me Tough kids don't stop trying to kick me to the ground I don't care Go on just do what you do to me You look so sick when you're pushing me around You're nowhere |
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| 2. |
| 3:15 |
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See the bright red sports car, see the happy couple
See their clothes so white and their skin so pink See them playing squash gotta keep their bodies supple How they kiss goodnight but tomorrow they'll be thinking All day long - all day long Geraldine and John See the happy couple - so inseperable And the beat goes on And for better or worse They are married but of course Not to each other Geraldine and John gotta keep it under cover See they scheme and sweat but it's all worthwhile Now he goes back home to a wife who's not a lover Now her eyes are wet but tomorrow she'll be smiling All day long - all day long Geraldine and John See the happy couple - so inseperable And the beat goes on And for better or worse They are married but of course Not to each other And the feeling's getting stronger That they can't go on much longer Somewhere down the track Something has to crack Geraldine just packed all her things and went to mother Johnny seems OK happy wife happy home See the scar on his face from the day he met her brother But nothing hurts no more, nothing more than being lonely All day long - all day long Geraldine and John See the happy couple - so inseperable And the beat goes on And for better or worse They are married but of course Not to each other |
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| 3. |
| 3:33 |
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Ya make a guy feel humble
I make a fool of myself again Ya make me trip and stumble Just go dance by yourself again I'll just watch 'Cause that's all I wanna do But remember That I'm here with your drink At my table for two And you're kinda kute baby - kinda kute baby See you dance in your satin suit baby When you move gotta sit right down No competition with This kinda kutie around I see ya pass by my window Have to run down the stairs again I fix my hair around a corner Catch you unawares again And you laugh And you move that way again Just like last night - oh yea that's right I'm the guy with the big feet But plenty of nerve |
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| 4. |
| 3:42 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:59 |
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Pretty soon now, you know I'm gonna make a comeback
And like the birds and the bees in the trees, it's a sure-fire smash I'll speak to the masses through the media And if you got anything to say to me, you can say it with cash 'Cause I've got the trash And you got the cash So baby we should get along fine So give me all your money 'Cause I know you think I'm funny, yeah Can't you hear me laughing Can't you see me smile I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the hula hoop I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the yo-yo Kung fu, well that was one of my good ones Well what's a few broken bones when we all know it's good clean fun Skateboards, I've almost made them respectable You see I can't always get through to you, so I go for your son I had a giant rubber shark And it really made a mark Did you looka looka lookit all the blood So give me all your money 'Cause I know you think I'm funny, yeah Can't you hear me laughing Can't you see me smile I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the hula hoop I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the yo-yo Right now, I think I'm gonna plan a new trend Because the line on the graph's getting low and we can't have that And you think you're immune, but I can sell you anything Anything from a thin safety pin to a pork pie hat 'Cause I've got the trash And you got the cash So baby we should get along fine Why don't you give me all your money 'Cause I know you think I'm funny, yeah Can't you hear me laughing Can't you see me smile I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the hula hoop I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the yo-yo I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the hula hoop I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the yo-yo |
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| 6. |
| 5:07 |
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I don't know why they come here
I'm only glad they do They're gonna pay the bills for me and you People out for an evening They have a real good time But when I play I feel just like I'm miming I made a stand for the music To turn the page with ease I got the smile that says I'm here to please Me and the bass guitarist Have even shined our shoes The drummer's shoes are dirty to confuse I guess someday my kids will ask me 'bout the old days I guess that I'll tell them there ain't much to tell The waiters wore black dinner jackets and all that kind of thing And the band wore blue shirts And the music played on Then at the end of the evening They throw the suckers out Don't get me wrong, I got no beef about it I get my rates from the union I get my shirts real cheap I get my money Get home Get some sleep |
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| 7. |
| 3:42 |
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OK let me tell you 'bout some of the things I'm going through
I know you think that you know but how do you know That what you know is true Well maybe it's time for getting out of line It seems like the done thing to do Some people get crazy Some people get lazy Some people get hazy Some people get out Take me away I said take me away I don't wanna be like that Don't wanna be like that Now the cocaine dens says welcome You're in college now not in school But I'm sorry to say that I'm going out to work While you're going to the swimming pool Where the L.A. sun can turn your brains To scrambled eggs it's true Some people get crazy Some people get lazy Some people get hazy Some people get out Take me away I said take me away I don't wanna be like that Don't wanna be like that Some people think that they know about some girls Some people think they're cool And some girls think they know about me Some girls think I'm some fool And American girls that put their tongue in your ear When they talk on the telephone And the stars only come out at night When the press and photographers moan and groan And the Playboy centerfold leaves me cold And that ain't 'cause I'm a fag So you playboys can just go play with yourself That's your style 'Cause that's a drag Take me away I said take me away I don't wanna be like that Don't wanna be like that |
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| 8. |
| 4:05 |
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Don't make me sad
Talking 'bout tomorrow It's not so bad We were doing fine just then You'll move on up, you'll move on out And you won't cry 'Cause your amateur hour is over You're only going where I've been And you'll see what I've seen You're no amateur - amateur You know if someone likes your face You'd be a fool to stay strictly amateur It's strictly for amateurs The world could be a better place If some of us could stay Amateurs There's no more time To think about the way ahead Just miss one line Fall over - you'll be left for dead Your heart will play no part except When memories of your amateur hour take over Then screw yourself into a ball And keep it rolling on You're no amateur - amateur You know if someone likes your face You'd be a fool to stay strictly amateur It's strictly for amateurs The world could be a better place If some of us could stay Amateurs Don't make me sad It's not so bad |
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| 9. |
| 3:02 |
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Hey you
I'm dancin' with your girl Her head is in a whirl She don't know who to turn to All right I'll leave her just this time But she could soon be mine And I could soon be hers too One night Soon if I'm lucky gonna get that girl I'm gonna make her mine He sits there drinkin' gin and She sits there drinkin' beer like me He's timing every move but She's only killing time like me And of course What will be will have to be But I tread carefully It could be a case of right place right time Hey you I'm dancin' with your girl Her head is in a whirl She don't know who to turn to All right I'll leave her just this time But she could soon be mine And I could soon be hers too One night Soon if I'm lucky gonna get that girl I'm gonna make her mine |
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| 10. |
| 3:41 |
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Lazy Gilly was a flower child
All the summer Calmly running wild She'd be silly and her friends just smiled Pass the bottle Wash the pills down - what went wrong What went wrong She don't care no more She don't need to fight it She don't care no more She gets paid on Friday Cooler weather it's not cool to smile Pretty colours Going out of style It ain't so bad when you get used to it Once you clock in You'll take any shit - all right Ain't that right She don't care no more She don't need to fight it She don't care no more She gets paid on Friday Monday morning Friday's far away Pray you'll make it It's a magic day Bells will ring and you'll go out to play Spend your money Pass the bottle Friday rules Friday rules OK Ain't talking 'bout Monday Ain't talking 'bout Tuesday Ain't talking 'bout Wednesday Ain't talking 'bout Thursday I 'm talking 'bout... She don't care no more She don't need to fight it She don't care no more She gets paid on Friday She gets paid on Friday, Friday, Friday... |
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| 11. |
| 3:30 |
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Everything is wrong since me and my baby parted
All day I'm walking cause I couldn't get my car started I'm laid off from my job and I can't afford to check it I wish somebody come along and run into it and wreck it Come on - since my baby parted Come on - I can't get started Come on - I can't afford a jacket I wish somebody come along and run into it and wreck it Come on... I wish somebody come along and run into it and wreck it Everything is wrong since I've been without you All alone I'm lying here I'm thinkin' about you A guy is on the phone and it sounds like thunder Cause some stupid jerk's tryin' to reach another number Come on - since I've been without you Come on - I always think about you Come on - the phone sounds like thunder Some stupid jerk's tryin' to reach another number Come on... Some stupid jerk's tryin' to reach another number Everything is wrong since I last saw you, baby I really want to see you and I don't mean maybe I'm tryin' everything tryin' to make you see That I belong to you, girl, and you belong to me So come on - I wanna see you baby Come on - I don't mean maybe Come on - I'm tryin' to make you see That I belong to you and, honey, you belong to me Come on... Cause I belong to you and, honey, you belong to me Come on... |
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