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Well, East coast girls are hip,
I real-ly dig those styles they wear; And the South-ern girls with the way they talk, They knock me out when I'm down there, The mid-west farm-ers daugh-ters Real-ly make you feel al-right, And the north=ern girls with the way they kiss They keep their boy-friends warm at night. Girls br>[I wish they all could be Cal-i-forn-nia,] Girls [I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia,] I wish they all could be Cal-i-for-nia Girls The West coast has the sun-shine, And the girls all get so tanned; I dig a French bi-ki-ni on Ha-wai-ian is-lands, Dolls by a palm tree in the sand, I been all a-round this great big world, And I've seen all kinds of girls, But I could-n't wait to get back in the states, Back to the cut-est girls in the world. |
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| 4:40 |
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I'm just a gigolo
And everywhere I go people know the part I'm playing Paid for every dance Selling each romance Oh what their saying There will come a day And youth will pass away What, what will they say about me When the end comes I know They'll say just a gigolo Life goes on without me I'm just a gigolo Everywhere I go people know the part I'm playing Paid for every dance Starting each romance Oh what their saying And there will come a day And youth will pass away What will they say about me When the end comes I know They'll say just a gigolo Life goes on without me Cause I ain't got nobody Oh and there's nobody cares for me Theres nobody cares for me I'm so sad and lonely Sad and lonely, sad and lonely Won't some sweet mamma Come and take a chance with me Cause I ain't so bad And I'll sing out sweet love songs All of the time She will only be, only be I aint got nobody Oh and there's nobody cares for me Theres nobody cares for me I ain't got nobody, nobody Nobody cares for me Theres nobody cares for me I'm so sad and lonely Oh lonely, oh lonely, lonely, lonely Won't some sweet mama Come and rescue me Cause I ain't so bad And I'll sing out sweet love songs All of the time She will only be, only only only only be Baby, come on, sugar, darling I aint got nobody baby And there's nobody, there's nobody There's nobody, theres nobody There's no one, there's no one Nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody cares for me |
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| 4:04 |
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Rockin' steady in her daddy's car
She got the stereo With the big guitars And that's all right (all right) I got the itch And a restless soul She gone with the wind Gonna go for broke tonight And that's all night Girl, we've been meant for this Since we were born No problems now (the coast is clear) It's just the calm before the storm Chorus: This must be just like livin' in paradise And I don't want to go home Suzy, Suzy, Girl, for cryin' out loud You got all the right moves You make me eat my heart out Nightly And that's all right with me! No special favors Make it out to cash We'll spend it later Got to make this romance last That's it, that's it Some folks say "easy come is easy go" (And some folks say) But one night ain't enough for me Girl, hang on tight and don't let go Chorus several times |
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| 3:55 |
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Are you ready for the new sensation?
Well, here's the shot heard 'round the world. All you backroom boys salute when her flag unfurls. Well, guess who's back in circulation? Now, I don't know what you may have heard but what I need right now's the original goodtime girl. She's a vision from coast to coast, sea to shining sea. Hey, sister, you're perfect host. Show me your bright lights and your city lights, all right. I'm talkin' 'bout the Yankee Rose. Bright lights in your city lights, all right. I'm talkin' 'bout it. When she walks, watch, the sparks will fly, firecrackin' on the fourth of July. No sad songs tonight, something's in the air. She's a real state of independents. So pretty when her rockets glare, still provin' any night that her flag is still there. She's a vision from coast to coast, sea to shining sea. Hey, sister, you're perfect host. Show me your bright lights and your city lights, all right. I'm talkin' 'bout the Yankee Rose. Bright lights in your city lights, all right. I'm in love with the Yankee Rose. Ah, she's beautiful, alright, mm, nothin' like her in the whole world. Yeah, she's right on time, I'm on the case. Pick up the phone, no time to waste. She got the beat and here's a little bit comin' your way. Bright lights, city lights... |
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| 4:40 |
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She looks like Monroe
It's a good impersonation From start to finish It's her better side Head over heels Yes, he feels a strange sensation Excedrin Headache #65 That's the trouble with love That's the trouble with war You never get what you came for Stand up, stand up The more you do it The less you fall down Stand up, stand up Put your head in the clouds And your feet on the ground Stand up, stand up For the time of your life You turn it up loud Stand up, stan up What kind of fashion Is this flash infatuation Is all this admiration mutual Need no lessons In emotiona starvation Tat look in her eyes Is too good to be true... So now you got a good reason Yeah, but you just gorra learn It's what makes the world turn Stand up, stand up The more you do ti The less you fall down Stand up, stand up Put your head in the clouds And your feet on the ground Stand yp, stand up For the time of your life You turn it up loud And stand up stand up |
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