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| 1. |
| 3:01 | 
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Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen And I don't know what I want Eighteen I just don't know what I want Eighteen I gotta get away I've gotta get out of this place I'll go runnin' in outer space again I've got a baby's brain and an old man's heart Took eighteen years to get this far Don't always know what I'm talkin' about Feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt Cause I'm eighteen I get confused every day Eighteen I just don't know what to say Eighteen I gotta get away Whoa Lines form on my face and my hands Lines form on the left and right I'm in the middle, the middle of life I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I like it Yes, I like it Oh, I like it Love it Like it Love it Eighteen Eighteen Eighteen Eighteen and I like it |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 |
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Well we got no choice
All the girls and boys Makin all that noise 'Cause they found new toys Well we can't salute ya Can't find a flag If that don't suit ya That's a drag School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Well we got no class And we got no principles And we got no innocence We can't even think of a word that rhymes School's out for summer School's out forever School's been blown to pieces No more pencils No more books No more teacher's dirty looks Out for summer Out till fall We might not go back at all School's out forever School's out for summer School's out with fever School's out completely |
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| 3. |
| 2:49 |
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The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you, babe I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah But you were under my wheels honey Why don't you let me be? Cuz when you call me on the telephone, sayin Take me to the show And then I say honey I just can't go The old lady says You can't leave her home. The telephone is ringing You've got me on the run I'm driving in my car now I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you under my wheels I got you, got you, under my wheels! The telephone is ringing, You got me on the run I'm driving in my car now Anticipating fun I'm driving right up to you babe I guess that you couldn't see, yeah yeah yeah yeah But you were under my wheels, honey Why don't you let me be? I gotta you under my wheels |
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| 4. |
| 3:07 |
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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till they got a hold of me I opened doors for little old ladies I helped the blind to see I got no friends cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me And I'm gettin' real shot down And I'm feeling mean No more Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy They say he's sick He's obscene I got no friends cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me And I'm feelin' real shot down And I'm, I'm gettin' mean No more Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy They say he's sick He's obscene My dog bit me on the leg today My cat clawed my eyes Ma's been thrown out of the social circle And dad has to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose The Reverend Smith he, he recognized me And punched me in the nose He said No more Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy He said you're sick You're obscene No more Mr. Nice Guy No more Mr. Clean No more Mr. Nice Guy He said you're sick You're obscene |
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| 5. |
| 3:43 |
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Billion dollar baby
Rubber little lady, slicker than a weasel, Grimy as an alley Loves me like no other lover. Billion dollar baby Rotten little monster, baby, I adore you. Man or woman living couldn't love me like you, baby. We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands. Yeah, billion dollar baby I got you in the dimestore, No other little girl could ever hold you Any tighter, any tighter than me, baby. Billion dollar baby Reckless like a gambler, million dollar maybe Foamin' like dog that's been infected by the rabies. We go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If I'm too rough, tell me, I'm so scared your little head will come off in my hands. Million dollar baby, Billion dollar baby, Trillion dollar baby, Zillion dollar baby. |
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