Disc 1 | ||||||
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1. |
| 1:48 | ||||
Take out the papers and the trash
Or you don't get no spendin' cash If you don't scrub that kitchen floor You ain't gonna rock and roll no more Yakety yak (Don't talk back) Just finish cleanin' up your room Let's see that dust fly with that broom Get all that garbage out of sight Or you don't go out Friday night Yakety yak (Don't talk back) You just put on your coat and hat And walk yourself to the laundromat And when you finish doin' that Bring in the dog and put out the cat Yakety yak (Don't talk back) Don't you give me no dirty looks Your father's hip; he knows what cooks Just tell your hoodlum friend outside You ain't got time to take a ride Yakety yak (Don't talk back) Yakety yak, yakety yak Yakety yak, yakety yak Yakety yak, yakety yak Yakety yak, yakety yak |
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2. |
| 2:39 | ||||
Well now if I have to swim a river, you know I will,
And if I have to climb a mountain you know I will. And if she's hiding up on a blueberry hill, I'm gonna find her, child, you know I will. Cause I've been searching, oh yeah, searching, My goodness, searching every which a-way. Yeah. Yeah. But I'm like the Northwest Mountie, You know I'll bring her in some day. Gonna find her. Well Sherlock Holmes, Sam Spade got nothing, child, on me. Sergeant Friday, charlie Chan, and Boston Blackie. No matter where she's hiding, she's gonna hear me Cause I'm gonna walk right down that street, Like Bulldog Drummond because I've been searching, Oh Lord, searching, mm child, searching every which a-way. Yeah. Yeah. You know I'll bring her in some day. Gonna find her. |
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3. |
| 2:18 | ||||
Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum I smell smoke in the auditorium (chorus): Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught; just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?) That's him on his knees, I know that's him Yeah, from 7 come 11 down in the boys' gym (chorus) Who's always writing on the wall? Who's always goofin' in the hall? Who's always throwin' spit balls? Guess who (Who, me?) Yeah, you! Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow? Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O? (chorus) |
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4. |
| 2:40 | ||||
She comes on like a rose but everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch Now you can look but you better not touch [Chorus:] Poison ivy, poison ivy Late at night while you're sleepin' poison ivy comes a'creepin' Around She's pretty as a daisy but look out man she's crazy She'll really do you in Now if you let her under your skin [Chorus] Measles make you bumpy And mumps'll make you lumpy And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch A common cold'll fool ya And whooping cough'll cool ya But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!! You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion You'll be scratchin' like a hound The minute you start to mess around [Chorus] Measles make you bumpy And mumps'll make you lumpy And chicken pox'll make you jump and twitch A common cold'll fool ya And whooping cough'll cool ya But poison ivy, Lord'll make you itch!! You're gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion You'll be scratchin' like a hound The minute you start to mess around [Chorus] La da la da la da [Repeat x 4] |
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5. |
| 2:20 | ||||
I saw her standin' on the corner
A yellow ribbon in her hair I couldn't stop myself from shoutin Look a-there Look a-there Look a-there Look a-there Young blood, young blood, young blood I can't get you out of my mind I took one look and I was fractured I tried to walk but I was lame I tried to talk but I just stuttered What's your name What's your name What's your name What's your name Young blood, young blood, young blood I can't get you out of my mind What crazy stuff She looked so tough I had to follow her all the way home Then things went bad; I met her dad He said, "You'd better leave my daughter alone" I couldn't sleep a wink for tryin' I saw the rising of the sun And all night my heart was cryin' You're the one, you're the one You're the one, you're the one Young blood, young blood, young blood I can't get you out of my mind |