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My girl's mad at me
I didn't wanna go see the film tonight I found it hard to say She thought I'd had enough of her Why can't she see She's lovely to me? But I like to stay in And watch t.v. on my own Every now and then My girl's mad at me Been on the telephoncle for an hour We hardly said a word I tried and tried but I could not be heard Why can't I explain? Why do I feel this pain? 'Cause everything I say She doesn't understand She doesn't realise She takes it all the wrong way My girl's mad at me We argued just the other night I thought we'd got it straight We talked and talked until it was light I thought we'd agreed I thought we'd talked it out Now when I try to speak She says that I don't care She says I'm unaware And now she says I'm weak |
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It's just gone noon half past monsoon
On the banks of the river Nile Here comes the boat only half-afloat Oarsman grins a toothless smile Only just one more to this desolate shore Last boat along the river Nile Doesn't seem to care, no more wind in his hair As he reaches his last half mile The oar snaps in his hand before he reaches dry land But the sound doesn't deafen his smile Just pokes at wet sand with an oar in his hand Floats off down the river Nile Floats off down the river Nile All aboard, night boat to Cairo Night boat to Cairo |
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Everything that I tell you, girl, every word that you hear
Every little whisper, let me make myself clear There ain't no lies to deceive you, I love you too much for that Every word that I say is true, you can believe me on that My friends tell me jealous lies Now I'm getting my goodbyes Life without you, my dear Was dull, as dull as can be I ask you, my love, why not take me now Not to leave me in misery Saxophone If you take in all they say I guess I'll be on my way Please, my darling, it's not true I don't know this girl called Sue Sue's a name I have not heard I lost my girl from that one word Will she come back, I just don't know And I'm takin' a heavy blow, oh I've got myself together I can't go on in this cold weather Christmas comes but once a year It's a time of love and cheer Your friends tell you jealous lies Now I'm getting my goodbyes No no no no, no no no no No no no no, no no no no |
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Urrrrh
What's the time? I was trying to get some sleep Attention, urrraaah, bridges Sharkey, Nutley, Jackson, Thompson,Master Well, as you can see we've got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story. Who me sir? Yes, you ssssir! I was an innocent man till someone grassed me of a plan Of earning some big a money If I hadn't mouthed it about, I am sure without doubt I'd 'ave missed this land of hope and glory Well you poor poor sod, here you're up sharp at six thirty Cold shower down to breakfast, can't have you looking dirty I suggest you eat what's given you even if it doesn't agree with you Cos It's all you're be getting up until twelve thirty In between this time stay up in your room, you can dream of life good things Two years of my teen age life given to this stand to attention life Of land of hope and glory I get so bored as time goes by, I think I'll do something dirty I pick at the floor for juicy butts and I'll make myself a smoke A bog roll and envelope stick it, all this helps to pass my time As the evening drags on, you can watch a little telly Hot Gossip pans people with a little bit of belly A hot drink served cold with the heat of yesterday's Don't complain learn the game and I'll get through another day I watch the second hand on the clock at long last is nine thirty Off to bed straight to sleep as I leave this land of hope and glory But only for a few seconds I'm in n ecstasy Before the bell rings to let me know, sharp at six thirty A the, a two, a six, a ta Quiet, come on you lot, come on, lights out |
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Buster he sold the heat
with a rocksteady beat An earthquake is erupting but not in orange street a ghost dance is preparing you got to help us with your feet If you're not in the mood to dance step back grab yourself a seat this may not be uptown Jamaica but we promise you a treat CHORUS: Buster bowl me over with you bogus dance shuffle me off my feet even if i kept on running i'd never get to orange street So i say there's not much left to say for the man who set the beat so i leave it up to you out there to get him back on his feet CHORUS x 1 Bring back the who is the we want the Bring back the Prince |
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Hey you seen jane?
No man, ok I'll catch the train Can you wait a long time? No, we gotta catch a flight Well, that's roots man No man it's a fruit So give my stone, I'll save it for tonight |
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Nice man George, newsagent on the corner
Not very rich, but never any poorer Jaunty old George, a happy sixty-three Not very tall, but healthier than me He whistles timeless tunes as he saunters down the street Springs in his legs and elastic in his feet But in the middle of the night, he steals through your garden Gives your hosiery a fright and doesn't say pardon As soft as a breeze with an arm full of underwear On his hands and knees, dreams about the knicker scare Hello there George, newsagent on the corner How's the old car, yes the climate's getting warmer Chatty old George as you get your morning paper Read about the knicker thief, underwear taker Bids you 'Good day', as you wander out the door Never closes early, always cleans the floor But when darkness hits the town and there's washing on your line Get your knickers down, before the dreaded sign When the clock strikes eight and you're snuggled up in bed He'll be at the garden gate, filling underwear with dread Nice man George, newsagent on the corner He was closed today, maybe gone to mow the lawn I had to go further down the road to get me current bun Hello, isn't that George on page one ? No it couldn't be, but yes it is Difficult to see from these photofits But they are after him, of that you can be sure They've called him on the phone, they've knocked on his door a-But he's gone away, gone to stay with some mates He got the papers early and saw his own face |
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Well there's a man I know
At least I used to years ago I didn't really mind He used to come 'round all the time Of course he had to be fed I had to give him a bed He used to kip on my sofa They used to call him a loafer I've heard he's changed a lot since then But some of his ways he just can't mend Told the other day That he'd offered to pay He didn't like his dad He earned all he ever had He didn't have no shame He was a master at his game He never showed his hand He was the bed and breakfast man He was, he was the bed and breakfast man |
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Ooooo, I didn't talk too much, in fact not at all
But to ask for the price, I was to be no fool Money's no time to waste or to shoot up the wall You got the know how, the place did you take media school She lead the way from the alley back to her house Must not be seen going in, must not be seen coming out She said I look mighty but thin she told me I'm gonna give you a second helping Ooooo, razor blade alley I've been there Razor blade alley neither of us can It was the prime time but the wrong place It was my first time I hope my last date I'm just too shy to check in But this pain of this a razors is cutting in Awwwoh Ummmm, felt like a knight with the shining armour on at the time She thought she was in a dream floating up on cloud nine Now I awake she is nowhere, but the razor cuts deeper everywhere Awwwoh |
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It's time to break the tension away, come take a ride
As you enter the dimension of the crew SoleSides It ain't nuttin goin on but a party Now brothers wanna flex but I'm over they heads I got the funky type of style to rip your vocals to shreds I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY! I dedicate that line to Shack from South Central Not sayin I'm the baddest but I know I got potential For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you Your style is kinda dry hope my melody can quench you My soul is one with all although my ego is against you See rap is a raw meat, so now I got to mince you I'm playin rappers out like an old pair of gym shoes I can do anything, I can do anything Crusin down the street in my six-four Impala Is what I'd like to be doin if only I had the dollars A baller ain't a baller if he ain't got balls A scholar ain't a scholar if he ain't got scho-lastic Education, and if not that, then learn from life Beyond all of the material crap A human ain't a human if he doesn't make mistakes And the name of this song is Swan Lake A planet ain't a planet if it don't have wars A battle ain't a battle if you don't catch scars A mind that ain't inquisitive really doesn't got Shit to live for if you can't explore the Realms of thought you ought not test lest You be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped for a Bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb Really wasn't nuttin but a bag of strong palms Lost twenty dollars, didn't get high Maybe next time I use my finances right Live another day, learn another lesson Ain't no need to get my mental status cold stressin That it's so ill that it's fo'-real that it's No skill displayed, de shades gone now So it's time to build my own umbrella Tell it tell her hella mellow fellows loungin Better bread I never fled a header of the sounds and All I wanna do is run my own universe Grab the mic and let my spirit just FLOCK when I croon a verse Mind over matter, spirit over mind A doobie and a skin funky breakbeats and rhymes A true blue homey to the end reminiscin with your Sister in the living room gin A life with a plan nine acres on a land Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man Prepare for the essence when your inner soul's free Before the departure plantin of the right seed I think what everybody's strivin for is peace of mind I'm thinkin the world is full of inner places that are out there to find Manipulated minds need to make an escape And the name of this song is Swan Lake Manipulated minds need to make an escape And the name of this song is Swan Lake |
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I used to work nights with my dad
It was the best job I ever had Until some blokes on their bikes came through Said Come on down the youth club and see what's new Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight Went to the dance like they said I should It cost 3 bob, but it was quite good The band were jumpin' and a-jivin' around Their 20 Watt amps really made a sound Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight Well, I'll have a cup of tea and then I'll change me name And I'll put my records on-ah-o-ah-on Till all the geezers in the flat complain Wish that rockstar bloke was gone is the moan Let's have some fun tonight Sold all my records and I bought a bike I found some blokes who would do what I like I saw the rigger who ran the hall He said we can rehearse there any time at all Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight We're really rocking now, I've got a bird She says we are the best band she's ever heard I've got a bike and I'm having a time But my mum keeps saying Rock 'n' roll's a crime! Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight (All right, all night!) Well come on, come on, come on, let's have some fun tonight |
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(Oy !) in the pub, about seven thirty Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty Him and mother go everywhere Holds her hand without a care Lived with mother for fourty years The neighbourhood said that he must be queer Normal folk a-just don't like that Glad he can't hear behind his back When mother dies, he will have a cry 'cos he'll be on his own He's frightened stiff, would he come to this? Will he lose her to the heavenly home? In the pub, about seven thirty Mother makes sure that his face ain't dirty Him and mother go everywhere Holds her hand without a care Lived with mother for fourty years The neighbourhood said that he must be queer Normal folk a-just don't like that Glad he can't hear behind his back When mother dies, he'll have a cry 'cos he'll be on his own He's frightened stiff, would he come to this? Will he lose her to the heavenly home? Once went out with a London girl Dirty weekend in a hotel Broke it off when she got shirty She was twelve and he was thirty Right after that he was bedsore He wouldn't go out with girls no more From that day since, he never has He wants to do a-something dirty |
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One, two, three, four ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR We're the Chipmunks, hear us roar WE'RE THE CHIPMUNKS, HEAR US ROAR Sound off, CHIPMUNKS Sound off, CHIPMUNKS One, two, three, four ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR One, two, three, four ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR One, two, THREE, FOUR D'you have a good time tonight, boys? YEP, WE SURE DID Do you think the time is right, boys? YEP, WE SURE DO Sound off, CHIPMUNKS Sound off, CHIPMUNKS One, two, three, four ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR One, two, three, four ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR One, two, THREE, FOUR Chipmunks are go |
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Hurry up
Don't slow down Pick a time Don't let hands pull you down If you're waiting Have it up Move along Say goodbye Don't let words stay too long If you're leaving It read We missed you Between the lines It said hold it high With a smile Speak out loud With the mind of a child If you're lucky It read We missed you Between the lines It said hurry up We really must be going there's no time to delay We have to leave our message because we can't stay It really is important so remember take care Please keep on moving 'cos there's nobody there It read We missed you Between the lines it said We've waited for so long But now it's time t-t-to keep moving along Here and there are the signs On the road give way to stop and go When you're moving It read We missed you Between the lines it said We've waited for so long But now it's time to to to keep moving along Keep moving, you've got to keep moving Keep, keep, you've got to keep moving to keep moving along |
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I'll be your promotional copy in this here number one band
Take your business beyond your furthest dreams sounds Sounds great sounds really grand but wait Let us hurry now time is catching up And it looks like the music hall race has caught me up But I'll compete (yeah yeah) For all that it's worth I'll compete (with the rest of the pack) For all that it's worth I'll compete (on the beat) For all that it's worth I'll compete (with a full deck) For all that I'm worth I'll be your popswop, come floppy disc, race you along the upper deck Retrieve from you my with-held treasure, Then watch you sink with you sunken rotting wreck, Let us hurry now, time is running out, Let's not forget time is money said the business man to his faithful scout. But I'll compete (in the national press) For all that it's worth I'll compete (with the back chat) For all that it's worth I'll compete (on the beat) For all that it's worth I'll compete (international) For all that it's worth We must hurry now time is closing in And I'm getting no younger in fact I'm five years closer to my pension scheme But I'll compete (yeah yeah) For all that it's worth I'll compete (for the ratings) For all that it's worth I'll compete (on the beat) For all that it's worth I'll compete (with the rest of the pack) For all that I'm worth C-c-c-c-compete C-c-c-c-compete |
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Hey you
Don't watch that watch this this is the heavy heavy monster sound the nuttiest sound around so if you've come in the off the street and you're beginningto feel the heat well listen buster you better start to move your feet to the rockinest rock steady beat of madness ONE STEP BEYOND!!! one step beyond repeated |
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Naughty boys in nasty schools
Headmasters breaking all the rules Having fun and playing fools Smashing up the woodwork tools All the teachers in the pub Passing 'round the ready-rub Trying not to think of when The lunch-time bell will ring again. Oh what fun we had But, did it really turn out bad All I learnt at school Was how to bend not break the rules Oh what fun we had But at the time it seemed so bad Trying different ways To make a difference to the days. Headmaster's had enough to-day All the kids have gone away Gone to fight with next-door's school Every term, that is the rule Sits alone and bends his cane Same old backsides again All the small ones tell tall tales Walking home and squashing snails. Oh what fun we had But, did it really turn out bad All I learnt at school Was how to bend not break the rules Oh what fun we had But at the time it seemed so bad Trying different ways To make a difference to the days. Lots of girls and lots of boys Lots of smells and lots of noise Playing football in the park Kicking Pushbikes after dark Baggy trousers, dirty shirt Pulling hair and eating dirt Teacher comes to break it up Back of the 'ead with a plastic cup. Oh what fun we had But, did it really turn out bad All I learnt at school Was how to bend not break the rules Oh what fun we had But at the time it seemed so bad Trying different ways To make a difference to the days. Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers |
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Papers in the morning Bowler hat on head Walking to the bus stop He's longing for his bed Waiting with his neighbours In the rush-hour queue Got to get the first bus So much for him to do He's got to hurry got to get his seat Can't miss his place, got to rest his feet Ten more minutes till he gets there The crossword's nearly done It's getting so hard these days Not nearly so much fun His mind wanders to the office His telephone, desk and chair He's been happy with the company They've treated him real fair Think of seven letters begin and end in 'C' Like a big American car but misspelt with a 'D' I wish this bus'd get a move on Driver's taking his time I just don't know I'll be late Oh dear, what will the boss say? Pull yourself together now Don't get in a state Don't you worry, there's no hurry It's a lovely day Could all be going your way Take the doc's advice Let up, enjoy your life Listen to what they say It's not a game they play Never get there at this rate He's caught up in a jam There's a meeting this morning It's just his luck, oh damn His hand dives in his pocket For his handkerchief Pearls of sweat on his bowler His pulse-beat seems so brief Eyes fall on his wrist-watch, the seconds pass real slow Gasping for the hot air but the chest pain it won't go Tried to ask for help But can't seem to speak a word Words are whispered frantically But don't seem to be heard What about the wife and kids? They all depend on me We're so sorry, we told you not to hurry Now it's just too late You've got a certain date We thought we made it clear We all voiced our inner fears We left it up to you There's nothing we can do |
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