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from The Big Kahuna ( 빅 카후나) by Christopher Young [ost] (2000)
Summer '43 the man's gunnin' for me
Blue and white mean war tonight They say damn my pride and all The other cats livin' down the east side Or maybe just my brim's too wide Hey Marie you better grab my jack And zip gun for me 'Cause I'll face no shame Tonight's the night I die for our name Well I like to be swingin Dancin and singing Just having a good time Free to do whatever Now more than ever Ive got to stick with that gang of mine |
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from Town & Country (타운 앤 컨트리) by Rolfe Kent [ost] (2001)
Sometimes your love is just like honey So sweet and wild-so sweet and wild Sometimes your love is just like menthol So cool and nice-so cool and nice That's why I don't want no other lover Nobody but you Honey child, honey child You got a funny little way A way of teasing Feels so right, yeah so right You've got a way-such a way Through the night, all through the night That's why I don't want no other lovin' Nobody but you Honey child You got a brand of lovin' That sets my soul on fire You got a brand of kissin' That drives me wild That's why I don't want no other lover That's why I don't want no other lover That's why I don't want no other lover Say, that's why I don't want no other lover Say, that's why I don't want no other lover, baby |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Caught In The Act (1997)
Alright all you swing cats
Let's try something new Drag your elbows off the bar Move your can from the old barstool There's a place called the ocean Probably heard about in school Well, they ain't got no martinis there But man, that water's cool And guess what my bar clad buddies They got women down there too But that's for rope soap romeo That bum ain't got a clue Just for viewin' pleasure Head down by the pier Think of all the dough you'll save On whisky, gin and beer Now the moral of this story There's more to life than jazz and bars So plop your ass down in the sand And look up at the stars And if you're feelin' homesick Bring a showgirl or two Toss 'em out a volleyball And hey baby, enjoy the view |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Caught In The Act (1997)
Well, now you like to boogie And I like to rock We get together Dance around the clock We boogie at midnight We boogie after midnight We jump, swing We jive an' wail 'round midnight Well you want to get high You gotta good point We get together Rock this joint We boogie at midnight We boogie after midnight We jump, swing We jive an' wail 'round midnight Boogie, Boogie at midnight Boogie, we gonna boogie 'till midnight Boogie, boogie at midnight Gonna boogie after midnight Well we boogie at midnight Boogie, boogie, boogie, baby Boogie at Midnight |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Caught In The Act (1997)
When an irresistible force such as you
Meets an old immovable object like me You can bet as sure as you live Somewhere, sometime, somehow Something's gotta give When an irrepressible smile such as yours Warms an old implacable heart such as mine Don't say no because I insist Somewhere, sometime Something's gotta give So, look out cause who knows what the fates have in store From their vast mysterious sky But I'll try hard ignoring your lips I adore But how long can anyone try? So Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight with all of our mights Chances are some heavenly star spangled night You'll find out as sure as we live That sometime, someway, somehow Something's gotta give |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Caught In The Act (1997)
Sometimes your love is just like honey So sweet and wild-so sweet and wild Sometimes your love is just like menthol So cool and nice-so cool and nice That's why I don't want no other lover Nobody but you Honey child, honey child You got a funny little way A way of teasing Feels so right, yeah so right You've got a way-such a way Through the night, all through the night That's why I don't want no other lovin' Nobody but you Honey child You got a brand of lovin' That sets my soul on fire You got a brand of kissin' That drives me wild That's why I don't want no other lover That's why I don't want no other lover That's why I don't want no other lover Say, that's why I don't want no other lover Say, that's why I don't want no other lover, baby |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Caught In The Act (1997)
There's a place I know The wise guys go that's Park's Place Showgirls swing when the chairman sings At Park's Place-Park's Place Yes my friends It's the livin' end Park's Place The lights, fights and skirts Are a sight at Park's Place Mugs and thugs and big old lugs Dig Park's Place Man they really ball at Park's Place They're high, they're low They blow their dough At Park's Place Man the time flies at Park's Place Yes my friend it's livin' in Park's Place |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Caught In The Act (1997)
See the cat on Cienega Blvd. Hey, he's the moocher Listen here mooch Why you always comin' round my crib Your borrowin' my cow boots, squeezin' my dame What's the deal moocher That's the mooch |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Caught In The Act (1997)
Summer '43 the man's gunnin' for me
Blue and white mean war tonight They say damn my pride and all The other cats livin' down the east side Or maybe just my brim's too wide Hey Marie you better grab my jack And zip gun for me 'Cause I'll face no shame Tonight's the night I die for our name Well I like to be swingin Dancin and singing Just having a good time Free to do whatever Now more than ever Ive got to stick with that gang of mine |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Caught In The Act (1997)
Who dat up there who's dat down there
Who dat up there who dat well down there Who's dat up there, sayin' who's dat down there When I see you up there well who's dat down there Who dat inside who's dat outside Who's dat inside who dat well outside Who's dat inside, singin' who's dat outside When I see up there well who's dat out there Button up your lip there big boy Stop answerin' back Give you a tip there big boy Announce yourself Jack Who dat up there who's dat down there Who dat up there who dat, well down there Who's dat up there, singin' who's dat down there When I see you up there you bum Well who's dat down there Who Dat |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Caught In The Act (1997)
I'm fly and flash and my jive is sweet Pressed in pleat right to my feet But when it comes to cash I'm incomplete Datin' with no dough I told my doll I'd take her on a date On the condition that she'd have to wait 'Cause I've never owned a car in the state I'll be datin' with no dough The valets and the maitre d' Roll out the red carpet for me My looks are deceiving Lord 'Cause when the check comes I'll be gone Guess I'm deadbeat but what a seller If flash were cash I'd be a Rockefeller As long as my game goes unknown I'll be datin' with no dough I took my baby uptown To show her that I had some class The drink tab I could not pay You know I ended the date with her foot up my Yes I'm a deadbeat but what a seller If flash were cash I'd be a Rockefeller As long as my game goes unknown I'll be datin' with no dough |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Summer '43 the man's gunnin' for me
Blue and white mean war tonight They say damn my pride and all The other cats livin' down the east side Or maybe just my brim's too wide Hey Marie you better grab my jack And zip gun for me 'Cause I'll face no shame Tonight's the night I die for our name Well I like to be swingin Dancin and singing Just having a good time Free to do whatever Now more than ever Ive got to stick with that gang of mine |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Well there's this dance, you ought to know
It's a little somethin' I made up cats To keep your heads low See there are lots of sore gangsters Packin' iron all day So you learn my two step stay out of their way Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Zip gun, zip gun bop Well there's flat-foot Louie Sittin' on his front stoop He caught five rounds in the belly He looked like a messed-up bowl of minestrone soup Now you take that cat Mugs He got iced the other day He could have saved his mama The dry cleanin' bill my way Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Zip gun, zip gun bop (spoken) Hey spinach chin, Why don't you try on these cement shoes. Look like they fit you pretty freakin' good. Now see if you can walk on water puppy, you jackass (sung) So now you can see Zip gun bop was meant to be Lots of lead flyin' Lots of lonely gals cryin' But you can hear them cats shootin' They're shootin' rat-ta-tat-tat So you can learn my two step Jack Or that's that Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Zip gun, zip gun bop Hey hey Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Oh yeah baby, that zip gun bop |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Mugzy's in the mood for losing cat He's gonna beat it downtown to where it's at Hocks his axe for some cash and a mess of blues When sickness drowns his fear The line becomes unclear Well, just one more black day How great is his need A flowering bad seed Well he's dying from his thirst cut off from all ties Then he'll realize He's gonna drown In that hat full of rain With a heart full of pain And how can you live with a hat full of rain? And a soul full of pain How great is his need A flowering bad seed Well he's dying from his thirst Cut off from all ties Then he'll realize He's gonna drown In that hat full of rain With a heart full of pain And how can you live with a hat full of rain? And a soul full of pain |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
I see you watching me just like a hawk I don't mind the way you talk But if you touch me Something's gotta give I live the life I love And I love the life I live My diamond ring and my money too Tomorrow night they could belong to you The girls move me at their will I live the life I love And I love the life I live I may lay a hundred on a bet this time Tomorrow night can't cover your dime If I'm flat my kitten digs me still I'm just tryin' tell you daddy How I feel You see me walkin' as I pass you by Don't talk about me 'cause I could be high Just forgive me If you will I live the life I love And I love the life I live Yeah My private life you just may not dig But your aspersions will not flip my wig Opinions hold water like a sieve I live the life I love And I love the life I live I may lay a hundred on a bet this time Tomorrow night can't cover your dime If I'm flat my kitten digs me still I'm just tryin' to tell you daddy How I feel You see me walkin' as I pass you by Don't talk about me 'cause I could be high Just forgive me If you will I live the life I love And I love the life I live I live the life I love And I love the life I live I live my life Just let the door knob hit you Where the dog shoulda bit you |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Walk right in, walk right out Walk right in, walk right out Well my baby keeps on walkin' Well I met this gal She wanted to ride in my truck Well she had no wheels Wanted to ride in my truck Man she jumped in the cab All she wants to do is Walk right in, she walks right out She walks right in, walks right out She walks right in, walks right out Well I met this chick She wanted to steal my bucks She thought I was loaded Man she needed them bucks But one peek in my wallet All she wants to do is Walk right in, she walks right out She walks right in, walks right out She walks right in, walks right out Well I met this gal She loves to hucklebuck Well, she's a real fine dancer Loves to hucklebuck Man we get on the floor All she wants to do is Walk right in, she walks right out She walks right in, walks right out She walks right in, walks right out Yeah baby! Well, if you're diggin' this number Baby you're out of luck And if you're likin' that guitar playing You're out of luck But since you like it You must love to Walk right in, walk right out You walk right in, walk right out You walk right in, walk right out That's what this song is all about |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Somewhere beyond the sea Somewhere waitin' for me My lover stands on golden sands And she watches the ships that go Sailin' sailin' Somewhere beyond the sea Somewhere watchin' for me If i could fly like birds on high Then straight to your arms I go sailin' And somewhere beyond the sea Well she's there watchin' for me If i could fly like birds on high Then straight to your arms I go sailin' sailin' Well it's far beyond the stars And it's clear beyond the moon And i know beyond a doubt My heart will lead me there soon And we'll meet i know we'll meet Beyond the shore and we'll kiss just as before Happy we'll be beyond the sea And never again i'll go Sailin' sailin' And i know beyond a doubt My heart will lead me there soon And we'll meet i know we'll meet Beyond the shore and we'll kiss just as before Happy we'll be beyond the sea And never again i'll go Sailin' |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
There's a place I know The wise guys go that's Park's Place Showgirls swing when the chairman sings At Park's Place-Park's Place Yes my friends It's the livin' end Park's Place The lights, fights and skirts Are a sight at Park's Place Mugs and thugs and big old lugs Dig Park's Place Man they really ball at Park's Place They're high, they're low They blow their dough At Park's Place Man the time flies at Park's Place Yes my friend it's livin' in Park's Place |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
I'm fly and flash and my jive is sweet Pressed in pleat right to my feet But when it comes to cash I'm incomplete Datin' with no dough I told my doll I'd take her on a date On the condition that she'd have to wait 'Cause I've never owned a car in the state I'll be datin' with no dough The valets and the maitre d' Roll out the red carpet for me My looks are deceiving Lord 'Cause when the check comes I'll be gone Guess I'm deadbeat but what a seller If flash were cash I'd be a Rockefeller As long as my game goes unknown I'll be datin' with no dough I took my baby uptown To show her that I had some class The drink tab I could not pay You know I ended the date with her foot up my Yes I'm a deadbeat but what a seller If flash were cash I'd be a Rockefeller As long as my game goes unknown I'll be datin' with no dough |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Dirty neon lights, the traffic's cry Footsteps echo on the street The cheap but lovely chicks And a sawbuck for a trick And she'll work for a bite to eat So where is all the glamour? Where's that lovely starlet's kiss? But out in T.V. land They dream of Tinsel Town But I'll tell you just what they've missed Hustlers roll, beat cops stroll The city where the night runs deep Seedy bars, cats in lowered cars That's Hollywood while you're asleep Well here comes the fog Or is that smog? 'Cause man I can't tell anymore There ain't no welcome wagon around this town Fred and Ethel sure the hell ain't next door But way out in the distance Someone watches the late night show They dream of being hip on Sunset Strip But I'll tell you what they don't know Dirty neon lights, the traffic's cry Footsteps echo on the street The cheap but lovely chicks And a sawbuck for a trick And she'll work for a bite to eat So where is all the glamour? Where's that lovely starlet's kiss? But out in T.V. land They dream of Tinsel Town But I'll tell you just what they've missed Hustlers roll, beat cops stroll The city where the night runs deep Yeah seedy bars, cats in lowered cars That's Hollywood while you're asleep |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Ladies and gents Your attention please Let's look to the flying trapeze The great Mondello will take to the sky Watch him go-see him fly! Now this wonder will start with some flips While the ladies are bitin' their lips Now the tension is high As it gets, |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Sometimes your love is just like honey So sweet and wild-so sweet and wild Sometimes your love is just like menthol So cool and nice-so cool and nice That's why I don't want no other lover Nobody but you Honey child, honey child You got a funny little way A way of teasing Feels so right, yeah so right You've got a way-such a way Through the night, all through the night That's why I don't want no other lovin' Nobody but you Honey child You got a brand of lovin' That sets my soul on fire You got a brand of kissin' That drives me wild That's why I don't want no other lover That's why I don't want no other lover That's why I don't want no other lover Say, that's why I don't want no other lover Say, that's why I don't want no other lover, baby |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Summer '43 the man's gunnin' for me
Blue and white mean war tonight They say damn my pride and all The other cats livin' down the east side Or maybe just my brim's too wide Hey Marie you better grab my jack And zip gun for me 'Cause I'll face no shame Tonight's the night I die for our name Well I like to be swingin Dancin and singing Just having a good time Free to do whatever Now more than ever Ive got to stick with that gang of mine |
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from Royal Crown Revue - Mugzy's Move (1998)
Alright all you swing cats
Let's try something new Drag your elbows off the bar Move your can from the old barstool There's a place called the ocean Probably heard about in school Well, they ain't got no martinis there But man, that water's cool And guess what my bar clad buddies They got women down there too But that's for rope soap romeo That bum ain't got a clue Just for viewin' pleasure Head down by the pier Think of all the dough you'll save On whisky, gin and beer Now the moral of this story There's more to life than jazz and bars So plop your ass down in the sand And look up at the stars And if you're feelin' homesick Bring a showgirl or two Toss 'em out a volleyball And hey baby, enjoy the view |
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from Royal Crown Revue - The Contender (1998)
The lights are spinnin'
I gotta get myself up off the floor My head is ringin' Bet they think I can't take too much more The crowd is howlin' Like the ocean's pounding roar My legs are goin' out Someone up there don't like me Now my right and my left will decide 'Cause they're done with this bum takin' dives Now my eyes may be swollen with right hooks and tears But I see salvation tonight In a left and a right Called me a kid, champ or lefty A bowery kid to the core Fast cars and hipster movie stars I ain't got none of that anymore Now I'm down in the seventh In the eighth my ribs are sore In the ninth I'm staggerin' Someone up there don't like me It's a one-way ticket Smart money's showin' me the door Backed on the ropes now Someone up there don't like me anymore When the crowd goes silent One thing that I know for sure Knock me down one time I'll be comin' back for more |
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from Royal Crown Revue - The Contender (1998)
Day breaks
Slate drops Check your hardest stare Hands in pockets, shoulders up Walkin' like Brando into the sun First Drag On the Blacktop Eyes shift side to side Wanna play chicken, I know that song Walkin' like Brando, fear is all gone A callous heart never bleeds, oh no And a hardened stare never needs, oh no Watch closely now, and take your cue From the black and white parade They never showed their hand And they never lay down Long legs, lipstick Adversary stance Choose your weapon, I'll choose mine Talkin' like Brando, usin' a line So far, so good So and so, so what Playin' straight man, drinkin' bore Walkin' like Brando settles the score Look here, and look there But don't you look through me Left myself in the final showdown Hard to be tough when there's no one around |
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from Royal Crown Revue - The Contender (1998)
Well there's this dance, you ought to know
It's a little somethin' I made up cats To keep your heads low See there are lots of sore gangsters Packin' iron all day So you learn my two step stay out of their way Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Zip gun, zip gun bop Well there's flat-foot Louie Sittin' on his front stoop He caught five rounds in the belly He looked like a messed-up bowl of minestrone soup Now you take that cat Mugs He got iced the other day He could have saved his mama The dry cleanin' bill my way Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Zip gun, zip gun bop (spoken) Hey spinach chin, Why don't you try on these cement shoes. Look like they fit you pretty freakin' good. Now see if you can walk on water puppy, you jackass (sung) So now you can see Zip gun bop was meant to be Lots of lead flyin' Lots of lonely gals cryin' But you can hear them cats shootin' They're shootin' rat-ta-tat-tat So you can learn my two step Jack Or that's that Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Zip gun, zip gun bop Hey hey Zip gun, zip gun bop Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now Oh yeah baby, that zip gun bop |
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from Royal Crown Revue - The Contender (1998)
It was a fine left coast morning
And I found myself planted outside The Cap 'N' Cork Tipping back the hops In order to calm my dancing hands You see I usually don't play The tied-up watchdog routine Looking up and down the street But this is the corner Joey A., my car and I Were supposed to meet You see Joey The Amateur and I Were out clinkin' glasses last night When I got three sheets to an ill wind Myself being in possession Of a fine Double 5 Lincoln convert Joey offered to skip me back to the crib I awoke to a barren driveway And a neighbor started to chide |
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from Royal Crown Revue - The Contender (1998)
I don't know why there's no sun up in that sky
Stormy weather since me and my gal ain't together, Keeps rainin' all the time Life is bare, gloom and misery's everywhere Stormy weather, can't get my poor self together Keeps rainin' all the time Well now, since you went away the blues walked in and met me If you don't come back to stay That rocking chair may get me And I'll pray the Lord above will let me Walk in the sun once more |
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from Royal Crown Revue - The Contender (1998)
Morning light shine in my window
Morning light tell me to leave you Morning light and I wonder just How can I wander alone in this world without you All day I work with pick in hand Until the sun go down, All day I think of you, my girl, And my poor heart spins 'round Sun go up, the moon come down The whole world spinnin' 'round Before that stops and heaven drops My love still keeps us bound Rooster crows at break of day And when the sun go down Were I that rooster lovin' you I'd make a sweeter sound |
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from Royal Crown Revue - The Contender (1998)
I know someday I'll discover
One who will be my true lover I'll tell her right from the start If you want my heart You know what you got to do You got to work, work, work baby You got to work, work, work baby If I'm a hard lovin' daddy You can be tall, short or fatty You can be any ol' size As long as you're wise And you know what you gotta do If I maintain my employment You should supply the enjoyment Long as I stay on the job Your heart ought to throb You know what you gotta do If you want in on my money Tell me I'm fine, call me |
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from Royal Crown Revue - The Contender (1998)
The heat is back on baby
The hammers come down on your pretty lil' head And that suits you fine baby If jiving were cement, you'd be highway 5 Everyone knows you're crazy And they're probably right Everyone knows you're crazy Now it's out in the light Everyone knows you're crazy Everyone knows you're crazy, now Your love is all wrong baby Take what I give and steal what you ain't got Suits me fine baby 'Cause this doc can operate all by himself You're back on your heels baby So far back your hemline's touching dirt And you'll never know baby You're employed by denial and paid in a half-truth |
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from Royal Crown Revue - The Contender (1998)
Small town beauty baby
Would-be movie queen In '47, it seemed like heaven Time to take it overseas She beat it to the island Of rum, romance and dreams But Papa Doc's old choppin' block Soon was gonna change the scene Peering through the midnight vines The pointed knives and the painted faces smile Demon rum and beating drums Untie the beast that's been there all her life And all the while... Winding through the curves in a big convertible Trying to hide her eyes from the Haitian sun But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl You better run now 'cause you gonna get no second chance In Port-au-Prince Crooked jet set livin' With gold-toothed diplomats Umbrella drinks, the whole thing stinks Flipped a switch and that was that Hey dark-hair Yankee lady Please to suivez-moi I look into that big cat's eyes and I know what you come here for Peering through the midnight vines... Too bad little Bettie But know it's time to leave Your Yankee clout has just run out They're gunnin' in the street Crowded prop plane hummin' Bound for NYC The voodoo rite she saw that night Baby how it set you free |
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