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Effie, Madge and Mabel and Biddie
See them on the beach Or in New York City Tina, Louise and Hazel and Mavis Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today Wanda and Janet and Ronnie and Reba-o-o-o These are the girls of the USA The principal girls of the USA Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o These are the girls of the USA The principal girls of the USA Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name. |
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Remember when you held my hand
Remember when you were my man Walk talk in the name of love Before you break my heart Think it over, think it over Roll it over in your mind Why don't you dance with me I'm not no Limburger Just a limburger Dance this mess around Dance this mess around, 'round, 'round Everybody goes to parties They dance this mess around They do the Shu-ga-loo Do the Shy Tuna Do the Camel Walk Do the Hip-o-crit Ah-Hippy Hippy forward Hippy Hippy Hippy Shake, Hippy Shake Oh-it's time to do 'em right Hey now, don't that make you feel a whole lot better? Huh? I say, don't that make you feel a whole lot better What you say? I'm just askin' Shake-Bake-Shake-Bake Everybody goes to parties They dance this mess around They do all 16 dances Do the Coo-ca-choo Do the Aqua-velva Do the Dirty Dog Do the Escalator Ah-Hippy Hippy forward Hippy Hippy Hippy Shake, Hippy Shake It's time to do 'em right Hey! Fred, now don't that make you feel a whole lot better now? Huh? Say, don't that make you feel a whole lot better? What you say? I'm just askin' Yeah, yeah, yeah... Stop! Dance on over Yeah, yeah Dance, dance, dance this mess around Dance this mess around Shake, shake-a-bake shake Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Dance this mess around Yeah, yeah, yeah........ |
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from The B-52'S - The B-52'S (1979)
When you're alone, and life is making you lonely
You can always go Downtown When you've got worries, all the noise and hurry Seems to help, I know Downtown Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city, Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty How can you lose? The lights are much brighter there... You can forget all your troubles; forget all your cares, and go Downtown things will be great when you're Downtown you'll find a place for sure Downtown everything's waiting for you Downtown .... Downtown... Don't hang around, and let your problems surround you, There are movie shows Downtown Maybe you know some little places to go to Where they never close Downtown Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle Bossa Nova You'll be dancing with 'em too before the night is over, Happy again... The lights are much brighter there, You can forget all your troubles; forget all your cares, and go Downtown where all the lights are bright Downtown waiting for you tonight Downtown you're gonna be all right now... Downtown...Downtown...Downtown... Downtown! Downtown! And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you; Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to Guide them along... So maybe I'll see you there, We can forget all our troubles; forget all our cares, and go Downtown things will be great when you're Downtown don't wait a minute more Downtown everything's waiting for you... Downtown...Downtown Downtown...Downtown Downtown...Downtown Dow |
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from The B-52'S - The B-52'S (1979)
Heroes falling to the ground
Like Hell's magnet Pulls me down On my knees I try to please his eyes His idol eyes Jerking motions won't revive him Mouth to mouth resusitation [sic] I just lay down beside him And idolize Motor, motor Broken hearted Rusted, rotted Falling apart A lock of hair A belt he wore It's not enough I WANT MORE God give me his soul God give me his soul Heroes falling to the ground Like Hell's magnet Pulls me down On my knees I try to please his eyes His idol eyes |
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from The B-52'S - The B-52'S (1979)
My body's burnin' like a lava from a Mauna Loa
My heart's crackin' like a Krakatoa Krakatoa, east of Java, molten bodies, fiery lava Fire, fire, burnin' bright Turn on your love lava Turn on your lava light Fire, oh volcano, over you Don't let your lava love turn to stone Keep it burnin' Keep it burnin' here at home Oooo Hot Lava Oooo Hot Lava My love may be as high as the highest volcano But the altitude is way too high Well it gets so cold when you look at me that way-yeah I just wanna have that hot lava Lovin' me away My love's mountin' My love's eruptin' like a red hot volcano Fire, oh volcano, over you I gotta lotta lava love locked up inside me My love's a lava bomb Knock you in the head Knock you in the head Kick you in the lava bed Over you, hot lava Don't let your lava love turn to stone Keep in burnin' Keep it burnin' here at home Oooo it's so hot It's burnin' up in here Oooo look out, it's about to erupt Oooo my body's burnin' like a lava from a Mauna Loa My heart's crackin' like a Krakatoa Hot fire, red-hot fire Lava, ohh, hot lava Hot lava, red-hot lava Hot lava, re-e-ed, hot lava Oh hot lava I'm gonna let it go Let it flow like Pompeii or Herculaneum Let it sizzle, let it rise Don't let your lava love flow turn to stone Keep it burnin' Keep it burnin' here at home I'm gonna jump in a crater See ya later Oooo hot lava Oooo hot lava Hot lava Red hot lava Hot lava Red hot lava Yeah |
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from The B-52'S - The B-52'S (1979)
Ahhhahhahhahh
She came from Planet Claire I knew she came from there She drove a Plymouth Satellite Faster than the speed of light Planet Claire has pink air All the trees are red No one ever dies there No one has a head Ahhhahhhahhahh Some say she's from Mars Or one of the seven stars That shine after 3:30 in the morning WELL SHE ISN'T Ahhhahhhahhahhahhahh |
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from The B-52'S - The B-52'S (1979)
We were at a party
His ear lobe fell in the deep Someone reached in and grabbed it It was a rock lobster We were at the beach Everybody had matching towels Somebody went under a dock And there they saw a rock It wasn't a rock It was a rock lobster Motion in the ocean His air hose broke Lots of trouble Lots of bubble He was in a jam S'in a giant clam Down, down Underneath the waves Mermaids wavin' Wavin' to mermen Wavin' sea fans Sea horses sailin' Dolphins wailin' Red snappers snappin' Clam shells clappin' Muscles flexin' Flippers flippin' Down, down Let's rock! Boy's in bikinis Girls in surfboards Everybody's rockin' Everybody's fruggin' Twistin' 'round the fire Havin' fun Bakin' potatoes Bakin' in the sun Put on your noseguard Put on the lifeguard Pass the tanning butter Here comes a stingray There goes a manta-ray In walked a jelly fish There goes a dogfish Chased by a catfish In flew a sea robin Watch out for that piranha There goes a narwhale HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE! |
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from The B-52'S - The B-52'S (1979)
There's a moon in the sky
It's called the moon And everybody is there, including, Saturn, Mercury Saturn, Venus Saturn, Mars Saturn, Jupiter The Van Allen Belt Roll-roll-roll-roll-rollin' in Andromeda Won-ton-ton-ton rama-in-Andromeda There's too many rings-This is the Space Age There's too many things-This is the Space Age Just ain't no atmosphere tonight If you're lucky you get to ride in a gold meteorite If you're not, you get a mouth, a mouthful of red Kryptonite You better move over Here comes a Super-nova Kryptonite Destination moon If you're in outer space Don't feel out of place 'cause there are thousands of others like you Others like you Others like you Well there's a moon, it's in the sky It's called the moon And everybody is there 'cluding 'ranus Neptune 'ranus Pluto Destination moon Many gamma rays around it Van Allen Belt surrounds it This is the Space Age Please don't worry This is the Space Age Just don't worry This is the Space Age Others like you Ahhh ahhh.......... |
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from The B-52'S - Wild Planet (1989)
53 miles west of venus
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from The B-52'S - Wild Planet (1989)
HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! The devil's in my car. HELP! The devil's in my car. Ho, devil's in my car, whoa please PLEASE! Leave me alone! We're really tearin' tar. We're goin' 90 miles an hour. Ho! He's drivin' me crazy. He's drivin' me to Hell now. He's pointing his pitchfork at me. He's in the front seat of my car! He's taking over! Oo, he ripped my upholstry. He's at the wheel, HELP! The devil's in my car. HELP! He's drivin' too far. (scream!) Ooooooh! Whoooa! I can't lock the door, I can't put on my safety belt. There's nothing for me to do but yell HELP! Devil's in my car! I'm goin' to Hell in my old Chevrolet, I don't know which way. Oh, HELP! Devil's in my car! Yeah, yeah. He's gone too far. I won't see ya tomorrow. I won't see ya anymore. He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch. Oh! Ow! I'm sitting on his tail. Oh-Ohh, I don't wanna go to Hell. (I don't wanna go to the devil.) He's in my car, in my car, in my car. Ohhhh-waaaaahhh! The radio gives me static, there's nothing on my CB. Oh, HELP! the devil's in my car. Oh, he's in my car. He's in my car. The devil's in my car. We're turning off the road. Oh! Where ya taking me devil? Oh! He's grinning door to door. He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch. HELP ME! Oh, I don't wanna go to Hell. (I don't wanna go to the devil.) He's in my car. Freeway to Hell. We're burning up the road. Freeway to Hell. (Right through the tollbooth) We're burning up the r |
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from The B-52'S - Wild Planet (1989)
She cuts her hair
and calls his name. Wishin' everything could be the same, like when she had him. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everthing I have in my hand. Walking out of Korvettes, Package in her hand. Motions to all the seabirds, throws divinity on the sand. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everthing I have in my hand. Give me, give back my man. Give me, give back my man. Her head's in a whirlpool, spinnin' round and round. If she don't get her man back she's gonna drown. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everything I have in my hand. Give her, give back her man, Give her, give back her man. (repeat) |
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from The B-52'S - Wild Planet (1989)
Yeah, we just thought we'd drop in! Where's your icebox? Where's the punch? Ew, hoowwsthe Tofu? Who's to blame when parties really get out of hand? Who's to blame when they get poorly planned? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo. Crashers get bombed, slobs make a mess. Ya know sometimes they'll even ruin your wife's dress. Crashers getttin' bombed. (Who's to blame?) Can you pull it back in line? Can you salvage it in time? What can you do to save a party? Parcheesi? Charades? A spur-of-the-moment Scavenger hunt, or Queen of the Nile? (WOOOOOOOOOOH!) Who turned out the lights! (WOOOOOOOOOOH!) Bombed, crashers gettin' bombed crashers gettin' bombed, bombed, bombed, bombed, well who's to blame? Who's to blame when situations degenerate? Disgusting things you'd never anticipate? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo. People get sick, they play the wrong games. Ya know, it can ruin your name! Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?) Can you pull it back in line? Can you salvage it in time? WOOOOOOOOOOOH! It shouldn't be difficult! Try not to condemn! O.K. Who ordered pizza? I'll be tactful when making the rounds Be tactful when making the rounds and maybeee you can save a parteeee. Party gone out of bounds! Gone out of bounds! Party gone out of bounds! Gone out of bounds! |
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from The B-52'S - Wild Planet (1989)
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo You're living in your own Private Idaho Living in your own Private Idaho Underground like a wild potato. Don't go on the patio. Beware of the pool, blue bottomless pool. It leads you straight right throught the gate that opens on the pool. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the path, beware the gate, watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways". Don't let the chlorine in your eyes blind you to the awful surprise that's waitin' for you at the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool. You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho. You're out of control, the rivers that roll, you fell into the water and down to Idaho. Get out of that state, get out of that state you're in. You better beware. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the patio, keep off the path. The lawn may be green but you better not be seen walkin' through the gate that leads you down, down to a pool fraught with danger is a pool full of strangers. You're living in your own Private Idaho, where do I go from here to a better state than this. Well, don't be blind to the big surprise swimming round and round like the deadly hand of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool. I-I-I-daho I-I-I-daho Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Get out of that state Get out of that state You're living in your own Private Idaho, livin in your own Private.... Idaho |
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from The B-52'S - Wild Planet (1989)
The skies are charcoal grey,
It's a dreary downtown day, But at the end of my 40 foot leash, Is my little friend Quiche. Quiche La Poodle is her name And having a good time on a crummy day is our game. Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Quiche Lorraine Everyday I take her out. Yea! She runs around, she shouts out and barks, Yea! Cause she's a good doggie She's a sweet, sweet, sweet PUPPY! Arf Arf And I know she'll stick by me, Yea! Arf Arf Oh no! Here comes a Great Dane Drivin' down the lane Quiche, Quiche, Quiche come back here; Don't leave me. I'll go insane. I'll go insane. How do you like that? Has anybody seen a dog dyed dark green. About two inches tall, with a strawberry blonde fall; Sunglasses and a bonnet and designer jeans with appliques on it? The dog that brought me so much joy Left me wallowing in pain. Quiche Lorraine. I'll show her! Do you see the key in my hand? I'm gonna throw it in the lake. Yea, you've been so rotten to me, You take the cake. I'm just gonna lock the door to your kennel, and just you try and come back to me. Yea, you'll see. Quiche Quiche Lorraine You mangey mutt. Quiche Quiche Lorraine I'm talking about Quiche! Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Lorraine! |
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from The B-52'S - Wild Planet (1989)
My baby, lookin' for my baby
Runnin' around Lookin' up, lookin' down Yeah ya know I'd sure like to run around with littly baby right now But you're nowhere to be found In the restaurants, in the store, I'm run, run, runnin' around (runnin') Run, run, runnin' around (runnin') Lookin', lookin' high, lookin' low, for you Lookin' here, lookin' there But you're nowhere I'm lookin' for my baby, yeah Run, run, runnin' around Run, run, runnin' around Chasin' rainbows in the mud You got me chasin' rainbows in the mud In the windows over walls Through the beauty parlor at the mall I'm run, run, runnin' around Run, run, runnin' around I'm lookin' for my baby I'm lookin' for that girl Run, run, runnin' around Run, run, runnin' around You got me runnin' You're NOWHERE! I'm lookin' for my baby I'm lookin' for that girl Runnin', runnin', runnin', (Runnin' around) Runnin', runnin', runnin', (Lookin') Runnin', runnin', runnin', (All over town) Runnin', runnin', runnin', (You got me) |
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from The B-52'S - Cosmic Thing (1989)
On the horizon, the landscape's burning red
Bushfire-smoke in your eyes... smoke in your eyes If you feel something, that makes you warm all over If you got a fire and you can't put it out-got a bushfire Rolling through a field of molten flowers Burning in a field of molten flowers There's a bushfire-there's a bushfire burning-yeah Bushfire! Bushfire! Bushfire! My mind's been going places without me lately I need your arms to take me down, take me to the ground But I hold back! Get away from the heat Hold back! In my field of vision Hold back! Baby burning-fire Fire in a field of molten flowers, Fire in a field of molten flowers There's a bushfire burning-yeah. You better hold back! Hold back! Bushfire! Bushfire! Bushfire! Well I'm movin' to the beat of a big bushfire I'm dancin' to the beat of a big bushfire And the flames are warm and getting brighter Well everybody loves to dance around the heat and fire Oh lightnin' strike twice Hey everybody bask in the afterglow-Bushfire Naked light shining over my bed, been lying here too long I need your arms to take me down, take me to the ground But I hold back-get away from the heat! Hold back! In my field of vision Hold back! I see smoke-smoke in your eyes Bushfire! Bushfire! Bushfire! The landscape's burning, red hot! |
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from The B-52'S - Cosmic Thing (1989)
I am livin' on Channel Z
Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static Static in my attic from Channel Z Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static. Static filling my attic from Channel Z I don't know-I feel like something's happening Something good is happening! I feel love has got to come on, and I want it Something big and lovely I want the world to change for me! Gotta get away Away from Z-Living on the edge of Z Space junk-laser bombs-ozone holes Better put up my umbrella! Giant stacks blowin' smoke Politicrits pushin' dope All I know-we've got to change what's happening Something good could happen I feel light has got to come through-and I need it Something big and lovely I want the world to change for me-gotta get away-away from Z Living on the edge of Z Waste dumps-toxic fog-irradiate-and keep it fresh forever Good old boys-tellin' lies 'Bout time-I got wise Getting nothing but static Static in my attic from Channel Z Gotta tune in-pico waves. Gotta tune out-PCB's Gotta tune in-market crash. Gotta tune out-polar shift Gotta tune in-narrow minds. Gotta tune out-space junk Gotta tune in-pico waves. Gotta tune out-PCB's Gotta tune in-market crash. Gotta tune out-polar shift Gotta tune in-narrow minds. Gotta tune out-space junk Gotta tune in-bombs. Gotta turn out-atomic lasers falling from the sky Where's my umbrella? Gonna shoot that static down the drain Gonna put that static out of my brain Gonna put up my antennae. FREE! Hamburger ads!-Pop up in my head- On the edge of Aquarius-I'm living on the edge Secre |
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from The B-52'S - Cosmic Thing (1989)
Gyrate it till you had your fill
Just like a pneumatic drill Don't let it go down the drain Ya better hop on the cosmic wagontrain! Cosmic! Cosmic! I was havin' this out-of-body experience Saw these cosmic beings Everywhere I went up there, they were shakin' their cosmic things Like someone gave ya a wild goose, or a freight train with A loose caboose You better shake your... honeybuns! Shake your honeybuns! Shake it till the butter melts, shake it till the butter melts Shake that cosmic thing, shake that thing, shake it, ohhhh yeah! Shake that thing all night long, shake it man you can't go wrong Don't let it rest on the President's desk, rock the house! Cosmic! Wooooo! Cosmic! I don't need no earthquake, don't need no tidal wave! Till night falls and day breaks, gonna shake, shake, shake! Shake! Cosmic thang! Shake that thang! Wooo! Yeah! Like someone gave ya a wild goose, or a freight train with A loose caboose, ya better shake your... honeybuns! Shake those honeybuns! Shake that thing all night long, shake it man, ya can't go wrong Rock the house! Rock the house! While cruising through the ionosphere, I saw these alien beings Everywhere I went up there, they were shakin' their alien things I'll give you a genuine faux pearl ring if ya git on up and shake Your... honeybuns! Shake your honeybuns! Shake! Don't let it rest on the President's desk, rock the house! Oh yeah! Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh! Cosmic! Wooo! Shake that thing! Cosmic! |
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from The B-52'S - Cosmic Thing (1989)
I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute, On this caffeine buzz I was on We were really hummin' We would talk every day for hours We belong to the deadbeat club Anyway we can, We're gonna find something We'll dance in the garden In torn sheets in the rain We're the deadbeat club We're the deadbeat club Going down to Allen's for A twenty-five cent beer And the jukebox playing real loud, "Ninety-six tears" We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys going out for a big time Let's go crash that party down In Normaltown tonight Then we'll go skinny-dippin' In the moonlight We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys going out for a big time Anyway we can We're gonna find something We'll dance in the garden In torn sheets in the rain Chorus Oh no! Here they come The members of the deadbeat club ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIERSON, KATE/SCHNEIDER, FRED/STRICKLAND, KEITH Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from The B-52'S - Cosmic Thing (1989)
It's one of those lazy days
I've got nothing to do Let the wind blow round my head Let a cloud be my bed When the blues whomp you up on the side of the head Throw 'em to the floor and kick 'em out the door When the blues kick you in the head And you roll out of bed in the morning Just sit on the porch and swing Sit on the porch and swing The heat of the day's got me in a haze Those lazy days of summer are here Chorus Just let the breezes flow, Through your mind, I feel so fine Chorus Here come the girls up the road What they want to do they can't do Cause it's a... Dry County Kicking stones and laughing low Nowhere to go. It's a dry, dry, such a dry, dry, Dust devils blowing in your hair but what do you care When there's nowhere to go It's a dry, dry, county |
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from The B-52'S - Cosmic Thing (1989)
She's the wildest hon in the wild kingdom
She's the wildest thang to float down Well there's alligators and razorbacks, But I don't care, I like to go down tubin' with you, Junebug When Junebug floats down and yells |
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from The B-52'S - Cosmic Thing (1989)
If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for the love getaway Heading for the love getaway, love getaway, I got me a car, it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down To the Love Shack I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. Love baby, that's where it's at, Ooo love baby, that's where it's at Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Lo-o-ove Shack! Well it's set way back in the middle of a field, Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back Glitter on the mattress Glitter on the highway Glitter on the front porch Glitter on the hallway The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at! Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing Cause it's hot as an oven The whole shack shimmies! The whole shack shimmies when everybody's Movin' around and around and around and around! Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby! Folks linin' up outside just to get down Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack! Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail! I got me a car, it seats about twenty So c'mon and bring your jukebox money. The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby! Love Shack bay-bee! (Love Shack...Love Shack...) Love Shack, that's where it's at! Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder baby! Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang on the door Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang You're what?... Tin roof, rusted! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack |
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from The B-52'S - Cosmic Thing (1989)
I near a wind
Whistling air Whispering in my ear Boy Mercury shootin' through every degree OOO girl dancin' down those dirty and dusty trails Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel Skip the air-strip for the sunset Ride the arrow for the target-One Take it hip to hip rock it through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Fly the great big sky See the great big sea Kick through continents Bustin' boundaries Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness |
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from The B-52'S - Cosmic Thing (1989)
New cities by the sea
Skyscrapers are winking Some hills are never seen The universe expanding We're gazing out to sea Blue dolphins are singing Minds swim in ecstasy Clear planet, ever free Topaz Our hearts are traveling faster, Faster than the speed of love Straight through a tear in the clouds Up to the heavens above Bright ships will sail the seas Starfishes are spinning Some hills are never seen Our universe is expanding Moonrise upon the sea Starships are blinking We'll walk in ecstasy Clear planet blue and green Topaz Our thoughts are traveling faster Moving beyond the heavens above Planets pulsating, constellations creating Voices are guiding me to the cities by the sea Yes, I see cities by the sea Deep forests by the sea Skyscrapers are winking Some hills are never seen The universe is expanding Topaz |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Effie, Madge and Mabel and Biddie
See them on the beach Or in New York City Tina, Louise and Hazel and Mavis Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today Wanda and Janet and Ronnie and Reba-o-o-o These are the girls of the USA The principal girls of the USA Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o These are the girls of the USA The principal girls of the USA Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name. |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Take a little, take a little nip,
take a little sip, take a little more. Spread icing nice and thick between the layers. Ooh let it drip down the sides. Who cares. Done with the batter. I am watching it drip down the sides (If you want a better batter better beat it harder.) I am watching it drip down the sides I said according to my recipe, you put it on a slow bake According to my recipe, you put it on a slow bake. I am watching it drip down the sides (If you want a better batter better beat it harder.) I am watching it drip down the sides I said according to my recipe, you put it on a slow bake (Takes a long time for it to rise) According to my recipe, you put it on a slow bake. (Let it drip right down the sides) According to my recipe (Who cares) I can't wait to put the icing on the cake. I-I can't wait to put the icing on the cake. Caaaake. Hey, you know what I'd really like to do? Say wha'? I feel like makin' a cake Ooh wah what kind of cake do you want? Umm, how about ... pineapple upside-down cake? Maybe a chocolate devil's food cake. Wah, nothin' like a chocolate devil's food cake. Ooh, how about an angel cake? Umm, some cinnamon? Yea, sure. Sugar? Yea, uh huh. I swear. You got a pan the right size? A pan? It says in this cookbook it takes a long time to rise. I read that. Now, beware. Let's get this thing in the oven. Take a little, take a little nip, take a little sip, take a little more. Spread icing nice and thick between the layers. Ooh let it drip down the sides. Who cares. Done with the batter. I am watching it drip down the sides (If you want a better batter better beat it harde |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Remember when you held my hand
Remember when you were my man Walk talk in the name of love Before you break my heart Think it over, think it over Roll it over in your mind Why don't you dance with me I'm not no Limburger Just a limburger Dance this mess around Dance this mess around, 'round, 'round Everybody goes to parties They dance this mess around They do the Shu-ga-loo Do the Shy Tuna Do the Camel Walk Do the Hip-o-crit Ah-Hippy Hippy forward Hippy Hippy Hippy Shake, Hippy Shake Oh-it's time to do 'em right Hey now, don't that make you feel a whole lot better? Huh? I say, don't that make you feel a whole lot better What you say? I'm just askin' Shake-Bake-Shake-Bake Everybody goes to parties They dance this mess around They do all 16 dances Do the Coo-ca-choo Do the Aqua-velva Do the Dirty Dog Do the Escalator Ah-Hippy Hippy forward Hippy Hippy Hippy Shake, Hippy Shake It's time to do 'em right Hey! Fred, now don't that make you feel a whole lot better now? Huh? Say, don't that make you feel a whole lot better? What you say? I'm just askin' Yeah, yeah, yeah... Stop! Dance on over Yeah, yeah Dance, dance, dance this mess around Dance this mess around Shake, shake-a-bake shake Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Dance this mess around Yeah, yeah, yeah........ |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Walking backwards into the sea
Bodies, Angels, like musical peaks Dreamed up by you and me in our sleep You come walking over pillows and sheets Walking backwards into the night Caught tight in the sheets Our dreams entangled twisted by our heat You come walking over pillows and sheets It's the coldest part of the night |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
She cuts her hair
and calls his name. Wishin' everything could be the same, like when she had him. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everthing I have in my hand. Walking out of Korvettes, Package in her hand. Motions to all the seabirds, throws divinity on the sand. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everthing I have in my hand. Give me, give back my man. Give me, give back my man. Her head's in a whirlpool, spinnin' round and round. If she don't get her man back she's gonna drown. I'll give you fish, I'll give you candy, I'll give you everything I have in my hand. Give her, give back her man, Give her, give back her man. (repeat) |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
My body's burnin' like a lava from a Mauna Loa
My heart's crackin' like a Krakatoa Krakatoa, east of Java, molten bodies, fiery lava Fire, fire, burnin' bright Turn on your love lava Turn on your lava light Fire, oh volcano, over you Don't let your lava love turn to stone Keep it burnin' Keep it burnin' here at home Oooo Hot Lava Oooo Hot Lava My love may be as high as the highest volcano But the altitude is way too high Well it gets so cold when you look at me that way-yeah I just wanna have that hot lava Lovin' me away My love's mountin' My love's eruptin' like a red hot volcano Fire, oh volcano, over you I gotta lotta lava love locked up inside me My love's a lava bomb Knock you in the head Knock you in the head Kick you in the lava bed Over you, hot lava Don't let your lava love turn to stone Keep in burnin' Keep it burnin' here at home Oooo it's so hot It's burnin' up in here Oooo look out, it's about to erupt Oooo my body's burnin' like a lava from a Mauna Loa My heart's crackin' like a Krakatoa Hot fire, red-hot fire Lava, ohh, hot lava Hot lava, red-hot lava Hot lava, re-e-ed, hot lava Oh hot lava I'm gonna let it go Let it flow like Pompeii or Herculaneum Let it sizzle, let it rise Don't let your lava love flow turn to stone Keep it burnin' Keep it burnin' here at home I'm gonna jump in a crater See ya later Oooo hot lava Oooo hot lava Hot lava Red hot lava Hot lava Red hot lava Yeah |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Loveland, Loveland
I got a searchlight, I got a lovelight Loveland Beauteous isles of Loveland Hey, hey I got it I'm talkin' about love, whoa Love, love power is the power of the hour, ho Love, love power is the power of the hour, ho no hoa I will show you all the shortcuts to Loveland The Lovelake can get rough Hey, hey I got it I'm talkin' about love Love, love power is the power of the hour, ho Love, love power is the power of the hour, ho no hoa Give me, give me your hand and we'll steer a course to Loveland The Lovelake can get rough Air get tense, waves get choppy Embraces cold and kisses sloppy Oh baby I got it, and you got it, love I'm gonna take you to a place where; But tonight we'll make (wooo) Loveland, Loveland, Loveland we got it, We got it, you wait, I'll open the gate |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years. A hundred thousand years. I'll meet you by the third pyramid I'll meet you by the third pyramid Ah come on, that's what I want, we'll meet in Mesopotamia. oh oh oh (We're goin' down to meet) I ain't no student, (Feel those vibrations) of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation) Before I talk I should read a book. But there's one thing I do know, There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia. Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa I'll meet you by the third pyramid I'll meet you by the third pyramid Ah come on, that's what I want, we'll meet in Mesopotamia. oh oh oh (We're goin' down to meet) Now I ain't no student, (Feel those vibrations) of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation) Before I talk I should read a book. (Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go) But there's one thing that I do know, (Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go) There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia. Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa In Mesopotamia. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa In Mesopotamia. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Oh Wo Oh Nip it in the bud
No Wo Oh Nip it in the bud Oh Wo Oh I say 'Froze you' No Wo Oh Nothin' I can do Can't, oh oh, can't give it in Ho Oh Oh Woooah Wo Oh Oh Nip it in the bud Wo Oh Oh Nip it in the bud You lock me out, you lock me out, huh Lock me out, ah, lock me out Nip it in the bud, I don't know Give it a shove, hey hey Head 'em up, head 'em up Move 'em out, move 'em out, hooah I'm no fool! Ain't got no place to go I don't know, I don't care If you just go on and get me there Oh, I don't want to ruffle your feathers I don't care if you don't go I'll just go do and beware ho oh ho oh Nip it in the bud Wo Oh Oh Give it a shove Hey you gotta head 'em up, move 'em out hooah Ahhhh, come take me away Say, come take me away Nip it in the bud... |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Yeah, we just thought we'd drop in! Where's your icebox? Where's the punch? Ew, hoowwsthe Tofu? Who's to blame when parties really get out of hand? Who's to blame when they get poorly planned? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo. Crashers get bombed, slobs make a mess. Ya know sometimes they'll even ruin your wife's dress. Crashers getttin' bombed. (Who's to blame?) Can you pull it back in line? Can you salvage it in time? What can you do to save a party? Parcheesi? Charades? A spur-of-the-moment Scavenger hunt, or Queen of the Nile? (WOOOOOOOOOOH!) Who turned out the lights! (WOOOOOOOOOOH!) Bombed, crashers gettin' bombed crashers gettin' bombed, bombed, bombed, bombed, well who's to blame? Who's to blame when situations degenerate? Disgusting things you'd never anticipate? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo. People get sick, they play the wrong games. Ya know, it can ruin your name! Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?) Can you pull it back in line? Can you salvage it in time? WOOOOOOOOOOOH! It shouldn't be difficult! Try not to condemn! O.K. Who ordered pizza? I'll be tactful when making the rounds Be tactful when making the rounds and maybeee you can save a parteeee. Party gone out of bounds! Gone out of bounds! Party gone out of bounds! Gone out of bounds! |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo You're living in your own Private Idaho Living in your own Private Idaho Underground like a wild potato. Don't go on the patio. Beware of the pool, blue bottomless pool. It leads you straight right throught the gate that opens on the pool. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the path, beware the gate, watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways". Don't let the chlorine in your eyes blind you to the awful surprise that's waitin' for you at the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool. You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho. You're out of control, the rivers that roll, you fell into the water and down to Idaho. Get out of that state, get out of that state you're in. You better beware. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the patio, keep off the path. The lawn may be green but you better not be seen walkin' through the gate that leads you down, down to a pool fraught with danger is a pool full of strangers. You're living in your own Private Idaho, where do I go from here to a better state than this. Well, don't be blind to the big surprise swimming round and round like the deadly hand of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool. I-I-I-daho I-I-I-daho Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Get out of that state Get out of that state You're living in your own Private Idaho, livin in your own Private.... Idaho |
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from The B-52'S - Party Mix/Mesopotamia (1991)
Here it comes again, drivin' me nuts
Can't control my feet or stop shakin' my butt The neighbours are complaining, it's getting out of hand Throw that beat in the garbage can Toss that beat, beat, beat, beat Toss that beat, beat, beat, beat Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop It's drivin' me crazy Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Stop that beat, it makes me apprehensive Sweat ruins my clothes, they are very expensive The neighbours are complaining, it's getting out of hand Throw that beat in the garbage can Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop It's drivin' me crazy Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Toss that beat, beat, beat, beat (repeat) |
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from The B-52'S - Good Stuff (1992)
Call it bad
My bad my bad influence Big town holds me back Big town skinns my mind Small minds wear me down Spreadading salt on fertile ground Honest pleasures now forsaken Drastic measures to be taken Can't accept your difference They call it bad influence CHORUS Free mind, free soul It's time for liberation to flow Free mind, free soul It's time so let your future unfold Call it bad My bad my bad influence Break out of the mold before the mold sets in Dangerous walls are closin' in They twist the truth Then give it a spin Love's a grenade, I'll pull the pin CHORUS The circle is wide Shadows flower into the light Bad influence Bad such a bad influence You think I'm bad You think I'm bad Well I'm the most fun that you ever had So good, so good But people say I'm a bad influence Wide mouths, narrow minds Can't accept your difference Open season on new ideas They call it bad influence CHORUS My bad my bad influence Just a bad influence My bad my bad influence Call it bad My bad my bad influence Wide mouths with narrow minds Narrow minds, creak and grind Rally to a peaceful sound Let the barriers tumble down My bad my bad influence My bad my bad influence Break out of the mold before the mold sets in Dangerous walls are closin' in They twist the truth Then give it a spin If love's a grenade, better pull the pin! Call it bad My bad my bad influence |
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from The B-52'S - Good Stuff (1992)
I don't need a reason
I am just breezin' Makin' changes as they come Ain't gonna bother anyone Give and let live Love and be loved We're workin' on a positive vibe So let the love rise to the top Up here where the breezes blow Don't let the love flow over stop We got to get it together With everyone else We can't make it to the positive side Without some help Breezin' Let's flow Breezin' Let's flow I'm ready to go I don't need a reason I don't need a reason I'll hold up the roof, if you steady the walls We'll sweep the floor, fix the house Let the waves roll through the door Yeah I'll hold up the roof, if you steady the walls We'll sweept the floor, fix the house Let the waves roll through the door Send a message put up your antennae tonight Get the message put up your antennae tonight We got to get it together With everyone else We can't make it to the positive side Without some help This is the turning point The point of no return- We got to come together! Give and let live Love and be loved I don't need a reason I'm breezin' I don't need a reason I'm breezin' I'm breezin' |
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from The B-52'S - Good Stuff (1992)
Meet me tonight in dreamland
Meet me tonight in dreamland Where the things I want will come true For in dreamland they always do So meet me tonight in dreamland Meet me on the path of green Where nightmares disappear in dreams Sleeping as one Flowered river carries us down To dreamland CHORUS In dreams Kisses are pure as the sky is blue In dreams As it carries the thoughts I have of you In dreams Kisses are pure as the sky is blue Dreamland, dreamland! The wind is a perfume of blossoms that hide From the people who'd trample a dream such as ours Blossoms that fall frome trees so tall That falling is floating in heaven for hours Trees that are towers that rise above The bower of dreams where I lie with my love Dreams that fly from our hearts to each other Shared thoughts of our love under the covers CHORUS With kisses we are entwined With the lillies and the vines All on the path Lst night I dreamed I had burning hands Reaching for beautiful visions And everythng was shimmering The friends that have walked on before us Are waiting to take us to laughter and dancing The friends that have walked on before us Are waiting to take us to the sky I dreamed I was in a boat floating on air And everything ws there And everything was shimmering |
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from The B-52'S - Good Stuff (1992)
Brrrr!
All right Bum bum-Bum bum (in combinations) Ooo baby! What? How about givin' me some of that good stuff Well... Here it 'tis Here it 'tis Here it 'tis Here it 'tis Are you lookin' for it? Are you lookin' for it? You'll hear it from me Good stuff baby Do you want it? Do you know how to get it? That good stuff baby Good good stuff I got sincerity that's bonifide And a heart so fine it's certified So let your good stuff rain down on me Your dang good stuff that's true and tried Are you lookin' for it? Are you lookin' for it? You'll hear it from me Good stuff baby Do you want it? Do you know how to get it? That good stuff baby Good good stuff What's the use of gettin' if you ain't sharin' My eyes are strainin' from all the starin' You've become my magnificent obsession So how's about joinin' my lovin' session? Are you ready? I'm ready Are you ready? Uh yeah Are you ready for this? I guess so Come on baby Say whoa! Take me down where the love honey flows Kiss you nice, nibble your toes Take me down where the good stuff grows Love you nice, tickle your nose Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff The big dipper sure ain't big enough To hold all of your dang good stuff So let the people say we're down right nasty I just say we're down right That good stuff that I am seekin' It's got me peakin' and it |
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from The B-52'S - Good Stuff (1992)
You know what I say to your hot pants?
Say what? Say get on down, ah ha ha... I'm in shippin', if you're receivin' 'Cause what I see I ain't believin' The longest legs in the shortest pants You got me doin' a matin' dance Pant pant You got me pantin' like a dog Pant pant Ooo I'm a hot pants hot dog You burned a hole in my mind When I saw your cute behind Wearin' those hot pants Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants Sizzlin' hot hot pants Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants Sap's up spring's on the rise I'm bustin' out my tube top tonight Workin' the night shift, I get off at three Breakin' out of that factory Thunder thighs-hangn' out! Moon beams, dancin' about If you would be so kind Put on those red hot pants and take a stroll through my mind Hot pants, hot hot hot pants, hot pants Sizzlin' hot hot pants Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants Hot pants explosion At the factory Baby it's so sweet how you got me chokin' Chokin' on the sizzle you deliver in that outfit so smokin' Hot pants flare up Ooo scintillatin' sizzlin' steamin' Honey those hot pants got me screamin' Supercalifragiwhata outfit you got on Super vixen ooo foxy Studball hunky baby rock me Supercalihalitosis ooo that outfit's the absolute mostest Ooo I've seen London and I seen France But I never saw nothin' so hot as you in your hot pants Sizzlin' hot hot pant Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants Scorchin' hot pants Hot hot hot hot pants, hot pants Burnin' hot hot pants |
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from The B-52'S - Good Stuff (1992)
Waitin' for bus #99
Goin' to the store for hot dogs and wine When all of a sudden, I felt real cold And wound up in the body of a big ol' UFO On the bus, to the plane To the UFO and to outer space baby On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah Take me away Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean The interdimensional outer space being Movin' through the spheres, faster than light On our way to some planets that were outta sight We said space driver, give it a spin And take us to some places we ain't never been On the bus, to another plane To the UFO and outer space baby On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah! Take me away Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean The interdimensional outer space being Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean! I say at which depot do we depart from his UFO? Well it had been 987 years in outer space time when I got back Couldn't seem to find any of my friends to tell my intersting stories to Past life On the bus, to the plane To the UFO and outer space baby On the bus, to the plane Baby yeah! Take me away Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean The interdimensional outer space being Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Astro projector from the outer space scene Astral projector ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SCHNEIDER, FRED/STRICKLAND, KEITH/PIERSON, KATE <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from The B-52'S - Good Stuff (1992)
Endless distance
Wildlife and stars Blanket the night You lying beside me, darling Eyes wide open While the wide arc of the globe is turning We feel it moving through the dark Hear the hills Scrape the sky And our eyes fill with the falling sparks Then we know that we're alive If we weren't Sure before I reach for you by my side and soar Revolution Earth On gliding fireworks Revolution Earth Rolling under us The world is turning on gliding fireworks You beside me Revolution Earth Frost on the jungle vine Melting in sunshine (in summer time) Snow on the mountain top Piling high in loving cups! Then we know that we're alive If we weren't Sure before I reach for you by my side and soar Revolution Earth On gliding fireworks Revolution Earth Rolling under us High above on gliding fireworks You beside me Revolution Earth (Whew!) You flying beside me, darling Eyes open wide (eyes open wide) On a voyage between dusk and dawn Space and time Then we know that we're alive If we weren't Sure before I reach for you by my side and soar Revolution Earth On gliding fireworks Revolution Earth Rolling under us The world is turning on gliding fireworks You beside me Revolution - Revolution Earth On gliding fireworks Revolution Earth Rolling under us High above on gliding fireworks You beside me Revolution Earth do do do-do do do do do do-do-do do do do do do-do do do do do do-do-do do do do do do-do do do do do do-do-do do do |
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from The B-52'S - Good Stuff (1992)
Doin' it right, day and night
Doin' it right, day and night Doin' it right, day and night Yeah, tell it, tell it, tell it like it T-I-is I gotta feel it You gotta move it You gotta move it, move it, move it To the deep, deep rhythm Tell it, tell it, tell it like it T-I-is Seems like things are gettin' so bad That you can smell it Yeah, so open those eyes And get the real picture It's time to tell it I wanna talk, baby I wanna say something I've got to tell it like it T-IE-IE-IE-I is CHORUS Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T-I-is Like it T-I-isTell it, tell it, tell it, like it T-I-is Like it T-I-is Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T-I-is Like it T-I-is Tell it, tell it, tell it, like it T-I-is Like it T-I-is Whoahh! Tell it, tell it I've got to tell it I want to tell it-whoo! You got me talkin' I wanna say something Got me talkin' I wanna say somethin'-yeah! If you're looking for a moving sidewalk Dreamin' 'bout a monorail to take you away Well, the day is now, And her's the biz- You better get the real picture Tell it like it T-I-is I'm spinnin' to the rhythm of the earth And the ocean See the situation Oh what a sight I wanna talk, baby I wanna say somethng I've got to tell it like it is T-IE-IE-IE-is Like it T-I-is CHORUS Ooh, don't upset The balance of your nature Make the jump when the coast is clear Ooh, don't upset The balance of your nature Reach the level above your fears Can you feel the movement Hear the untamed melody Tel |
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from The B-52'S - Good Stuff (1992)
I wish to see your lips
Parting like the waves of silence and mystery I've got a curious love-for you! Ever since we met I'm so impressed with you Ever since we met I've been so impressed! CHORUS I'm havin' a vision I'm havin' a vision I can't wait forever-(I can't wait, I can't wait) I'm havin' a vision of a kiss from your sweet lips But I can wait 'till the twelfth of never Don't shatter the vision Don't shatter the vision The burning vision of a kiss from your sweet lips Been lonely for so long My life jumped the track Broken clock on the wall says I should head back But the vision holds me The vision holds me Lost in a vision of a kiss from your sweet lips Every time you speak A pearl falls in my cup You turn away, the pearl melts before I drink it up No-don't shatter the vision Don't shatter the vision Lost in a vision of a kiss from your sweet lips CHORUS Srong windd is blowin' me down To the center of town Come on, seize the wilderness of the moment Feel the movement of the moon- swans fly with wings wide open to the sky Like a wild wave of birds goin' by I know our souls will fly! Things are out of focus My face is wet with sweat Though I've only seen you once Just see how shaky I get Would you even notice? Would you even care? I f you knew that every day I'm sitting there CHORUS Vision of a kiss A vision A vision A vision A vision of a kiss CHORUS Every time you speak A pearl falls in my cup You turn away, the pearl melts before I drink it up The mystery unfolds...-acapo |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Effie, Madge and Mabel and Biddie
See them on the beach Or in New York City Tina, Louise and Hazel and Mavis Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today Wanda and Janet and Ronnie and Reba-o-o-o These are the girls of the USA The principal girls of the USA Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o These are the girls of the USA The principal girls of the USA Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name them today Can you name, name, name, name. |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
I am livin' on Channel Z
Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static Static in my attic from Channel Z Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static. Static filling my attic from Channel Z I don't know-I feel like something's happening Something good is happening! I feel love has got to come on, and I want it Something big and lovely I want the world to change for me! Gotta get away Away from Z-Living on the edge of Z Space junk-laser bombs-ozone holes Better put up my umbrella! Giant stacks blowin' smoke Politicrits pushin' dope All I know-we've got to change what's happening Something good could happen I feel light has got to come through-and I need it Something big and lovely I want the world to change for me-gotta get away-away from Z Living on the edge of Z Waste dumps-toxic fog-irradiate-and keep it fresh forever Good old boys-tellin' lies 'Bout time-I got wise Getting nothing but static Static in my attic from Channel Z Gotta tune in-pico waves. Gotta tune out-PCB's Gotta tune in-market crash. Gotta tune out-polar shift Gotta tune in-narrow minds. Gotta tune out-space junk Gotta tune in-pico waves. Gotta tune out-PCB's Gotta tune in-market crash. Gotta tune out-polar shift Gotta tune in-narrow minds. Gotta tune out-space junk Gotta tune in-bombs. Gotta turn out-atomic lasers falling from the sky Where's my umbrella? Gonna shoot that static down the drain Gonna put that static out of my brain Gonna put up my antennae. FREE! Hamburger ads!-Pop up in my head- On the edge of Aquarius-I'm living on the edge Secre |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute, On this caffeine buzz I was on We were really hummin' We would talk every day for hours We belong to the deadbeat club Anyway we can, We're gonna find something We'll dance in the garden In torn sheets in the rain We're the deadbeat club We're the deadbeat club Going down to Allen's for A twenty-five cent beer And the jukebox playing real loud, "Ninety-six tears" We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys going out for a big time Let's go crash that party down In Normaltown tonight Then we'll go skinny-dippin' In the moonlight We're wild girls walkin' down the street Wild girls and boys going out for a big time Anyway we can We're gonna find something We'll dance in the garden In torn sheets in the rain Chorus Oh no! Here they come The members of the deadbeat club ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By PIERSON, KATE/SCHNEIDER, FRED/STRICKLAND, KEITH Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Radio operator to the tower
Debbie's comin' in for a landing Oh put your head between your knees Caused by the vibrations of love They're about to shake me to pieces (chorus) Shell-shocked supersonic blonde Hyperphonic female Dark sunglasses on Everyone is here to see Her all-girl rock band Vortex pulls me in The vortex spits me out Jet-eyed glitter child strappin' on a gold guitar We witness the ultrasonic imploding exitation Bodies exhausted in total elation chorus Oh Debbie Queen of the underground Carrying her gold guitar The show is over My downtown baby is headin' home Singing a song She's walkin' alone She walking down the block Now she's comin' my way As our hearts and our dark sunglasses lock chorus Every day-every day Just a little bit wilder Every day-every day Just a little bit tighter Every day-every day Just a little bit wilder Every day-every day Just a little bit tighter |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Brrrr!
All right Bum bum-Bum bum (in combinations) Ooo baby! What? How about givin' me some of that good stuff Well... Here it 'tis Here it 'tis Here it 'tis Here it 'tis Are you lookin' for it? Are you lookin' for it? You'll hear it from me Good stuff baby Do you want it? Do you know how to get it? That good stuff baby Good good stuff I got sincerity that's bonifide And a heart so fine it's certified So let your good stuff rain down on me Your dang good stuff that's true and tried Are you lookin' for it? Are you lookin' for it? You'll hear it from me Good stuff baby Do you want it? Do you know how to get it? That good stuff baby Good good stuff What's the use of gettin' if you ain't sharin' My eyes are strainin' from all the starin' You've become my magnificent obsession So how's about joinin' my lovin' session? Are you ready? I'm ready Are you ready? Uh yeah Are you ready for this? I guess so Come on baby Say whoa! Take me down where the love honey flows Kiss you nice, nibble your toes Take me down where the good stuff grows Love you nice, tickle your nose Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff The big dipper sure ain't big enough To hold all of your dang good stuff So let the people say we're down right nasty I just say we're down right That good stuff that I am seekin' It's got me peakin' and it |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Waitin' for bus #99
Goin' to the store for hot dogs and wine When all of a sudden, I felt real cold And wound up in the body of a big ol' UFO On the bus, to the plane To the UFO and to outer space baby On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah Take me away Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean The interdimensional outer space being Movin' through the spheres, faster than light On our way to some planets that were outta sight We said space driver, give it a spin And take us to some places we ain't never been On the bus, to another plane To the UFO and outer space baby On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah! Take me away Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean The interdimensional outer space being Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean! I say at which depot do we depart from his UFO? Well it had been 987 years in outer space time when I got back Couldn't seem to find any of my friends to tell my intersting stories to Past life On the bus, to the plane To the UFO and outer space baby On the bus, to the plane Baby yeah! Take me away Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean The interdimensional outer space being Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean Astro projector from the outer space scene Astral projector ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SCHNEIDER, FRED/STRICKLAND, KEITH/PIERSON, KATE <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for the love getaway Heading for the love getaway, love getaway, I got me a car, it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down To the Love Shack I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. Love baby, that's where it's at, Ooo love baby, that's where it's at Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Lo-o-ove Shack! Well it's set way back in the middle of a field, Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back Glitter on the mattress Glitter on the highway Glitter on the front porch Glitter on the hallway The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at! Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing Cause it's hot as an oven The whole shack shimmies! The whole shack shimmies when everybody's Movin' around and around and around and around! Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby! Folks linin' up outside just to get down Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack! Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail! I got me a car, it seats about twenty So c'mon and bring your jukebox money. The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby! Love Shack bay-bee! (Love Shack...Love Shack...) Love Shack, that's where it's at! Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder baby! Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang on the door Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang You're what?... Tin roof, rusted! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Turn your watch, turn your watch back,
about a hundred thousand years. A hundred thousand years. I'll meet you by the third pyramid I'll meet you by the third pyramid Ah come on, that's what I want, we'll meet in Mesopotamia. oh oh oh (We're goin' down to meet) I ain't no student, (Feel those vibrations) of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation) Before I talk I should read a book. But there's one thing I do know, There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia. Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa I'll meet you by the third pyramid I'll meet you by the third pyramid Ah come on, that's what I want, we'll meet in Mesopotamia. oh oh oh (We're goin' down to meet) Now I ain't no student, (Feel those vibrations) of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation) Before I talk I should read a book. (Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go) But there's one thing that I do know, (Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go) There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia. Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa Six or eight thousand years ago They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa In Mesopotamia. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa They laid down the law. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa In Mesopotamia. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haa |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Yeah, we just thought we'd drop in! Where's your icebox? Where's the punch? Ew, hoowwsthe Tofu? Who's to blame when parties really get out of hand? Who's to blame when they get poorly planned? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo. Crashers get bombed, slobs make a mess. Ya know sometimes they'll even ruin your wife's dress. Crashers getttin' bombed. (Who's to blame?) Can you pull it back in line? Can you salvage it in time? What can you do to save a party? Parcheesi? Charades? A spur-of-the-moment Scavenger hunt, or Queen of the Nile? (WOOOOOOOOOOH!) Who turned out the lights! (WOOOOOOOOOOH!) Bombed, crashers gettin' bombed crashers gettin' bombed, bombed, bombed, bombed, well who's to blame? Who's to blame when situations degenerate? Disgusting things you'd never anticipate? Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo. People get sick, they play the wrong games. Ya know, it can ruin your name! Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?) Can you pull it back in line? Can you salvage it in time? WOOOOOOOOOOOH! It shouldn't be difficult! Try not to condemn! O.K. Who ordered pizza? I'll be tactful when making the rounds Be tactful when making the rounds and maybeee you can save a parteeee. Party gone out of bounds! Gone out of bounds! Party gone out of bounds! Gone out of bounds! |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Ahhhahhahhahh
She came from Planet Claire I knew she came from there She drove a Plymouth Satellite Faster than the speed of light Planet Claire has pink air All the trees are red No one ever dies there No one has a head Ahhhahhhahhahh Some say she's from Mars Or one of the seven stars That shine after 3:30 in the morning WELL SHE ISN'T Ahhhahhhahhahhahhahh |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo You're living in your own Private Idaho Living in your own Private Idaho Underground like a wild potato. Don't go on the patio. Beware of the pool, blue bottomless pool. It leads you straight right throught the gate that opens on the pool. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the path, beware the gate, watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways". Don't let the chlorine in your eyes blind you to the awful surprise that's waitin' for you at the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool. You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho. You're out of control, the rivers that roll, you fell into the water and down to Idaho. Get out of that state, get out of that state you're in. You better beware. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the patio, keep off the path. The lawn may be green but you better not be seen walkin' through the gate that leads you down, down to a pool fraught with danger is a pool full of strangers. You're living in your own Private Idaho, where do I go from here to a better state than this. Well, don't be blind to the big surprise swimming round and round like the deadly hand of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool. I-I-I-daho I-I-I-daho Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Get out of that state Get out of that state You're living in your own Private Idaho, livin in your own Private.... Idaho |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
The skies are charcoal grey,
It's a dreary downtown day, But at the end of my 40 foot leash, Is my little friend Quiche. Quiche La Poodle is her name And having a good time on a crummy day is our game. Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Quiche Lorraine Everyday I take her out. Yea! She runs around, she shouts out and barks, Yea! Cause she's a good doggie She's a sweet, sweet, sweet PUPPY! Arf Arf And I know she'll stick by me, Yea! Arf Arf Oh no! Here comes a Great Dane Drivin' down the lane Quiche, Quiche, Quiche come back here; Don't leave me. I'll go insane. I'll go insane. How do you like that? Has anybody seen a dog dyed dark green. About two inches tall, with a strawberry blonde fall; Sunglasses and a bonnet and designer jeans with appliques on it? The dog that brought me so much joy Left me wallowing in pain. Quiche Lorraine. I'll show her! Do you see the key in my hand? I'm gonna throw it in the lake. Yea, you've been so rotten to me, You take the cake. I'm just gonna lock the door to your kennel, and just you try and come back to me. Yea, you'll see. Quiche Quiche Lorraine You mangey mutt. Quiche Quiche Lorraine I'm talking about Quiche! Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Lorraine! |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
I near a wind Whistling air Whispering in my ear Boy Mercury shootin' through every degree OOO girl dancin' down those dirty and dusty trails Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel Skip the air-strip for the sunset Ride the arrow for the target-One Take it hip to hip rock it through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Fly the great big sky See the great big sea Kick through continents Bustin' boundaries Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
We were at a party
His ear lobe fell in the deep Someone reached in and grabbed it It was a rock lobster We were at the beach Everybody had matching towels Somebody went under a dock And there they saw a rock It wasn't a rock It was a rock lobster Motion in the ocean His air hose broke Lots of trouble Lots of bubble He was in a jam S'in a giant clam Down, down Underneath the waves Mermaids wavin' Wavin' to mermen Wavin' sea fans Sea horses sailin' Dolphins wailin' Red snappers snappin' Clam shells clappin' Muscles flexin' Flippers flippin' Down, down Let's rock! Boy's in bikinis Girls in surfboards Everybody's rockin' Everybody's fruggin' Twistin' 'round the fire Havin' fun Bakin' potatoes Bakin' in the sun Put on your noseguard Put on the lifeguard Pass the tanning butter Here comes a stingray There goes a manta-ray In walked a jelly fish There goes a dogfish Chased by a catfish In flew a sea robin Watch out for that piranha There goes a narwhale HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE! |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Wanna be the ruler of the galaxy
Wanna be the king of the universe Let's meet and have a baby now! Wanna be the empress of fashion Wanna be the president of Moscow Let's meet and have a baby now! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! Hey, I'm Fred the Cancerian from New Jersey I like collecting records and exploring The cave of the unknown Hello, I'm Cindy, I'm a Pisces And I like chihuahuas and Chinese noodles Wanna be the first lady of infinity Wanna be the nicest guy on earth Let's meet and have a baby now! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! La! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! La! La! La! La! La! Hi, my name is Ricky and I'm a Pisces I love computers and hot tamales Hey, I'm Kate and I am a Taurus I love tomatoes and black-capped Chickadees Hey, my name is Keith and I'm a Scorpio from Athens, G-A and I like To find the essence from within Wanna be the captain of the Enterprise Wanna be the king of the Zulus Let's meet and have a baby now! Wanna be the daughter of Dracula Wanna be the son of Frankenstein Let's meet and have a baby now! Wanna be mother-father Wanna be daughter-son Wanna be captain Wanna be ruler-king and empress |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule: Songs For A Future Generation (1998)
Summer of love
Summer of love I've been waiting for the man Just buzzin' around Downtown Waiting for that very special Comes in to see what I got Orange popsicles and lemonade CHORUS It's the summer of love, love, love I'm in love with love, love, love For everyone transcends here I'm thinking of you boy Love energy is giving us a shove Making this the summer of love I said, |
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from The Wedding Singer Vol. 2 (웨딩싱어 Vol. 2) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (1998)
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo
You're living in your own Private Idaho Living in your own Private Idaho Underground like a wild potato. Don't go on the patio. Beware of the pool, blue bottomless pool. It leads you straight right throught the gate that opens on the pool. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the path, beware the gate, watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways". Don't let the chlorine in your eyes blind you to the awful surprise that's waitin' for you at the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool. You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho. You're out of control, the rivers that roll, you fell into the water and down to Idaho. Get out of that state, get out of that state you're in. You better beware. You're living in your own Private Idaho. You're living in your own Private Idaho. Keep off the patio, keep off the path. The lawn may be green but you better not be seen walkin' through the gate that leads you down, down to a pool fraught with danger is a pool full of strangers. You're living in your own Private Idaho, where do I go from here to a better state than this. Well, don't be blind to the big surprise swimming round and round like the deadly hand of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool. I-I-I-daho I-I-I-daho Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Get out of that state Get out of that state You're living in your own Private Idaho, livin in your own Private.... Idaho |
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from The B-52'S - Hallucinating Pluto (1998)
Love Shack
B 52's If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says 15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for the love getaway Heading for the love getaway, love getaway, I got me a car, it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down To the Love Shack I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. Love baby, that's where it's at, Ooo love baby, that's where it's at Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Love Shack! Well it's set way back in the middle of a field, Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back Glitter on the mattress Glitter on the highway Glitter on the front porch Glitter on the hallway The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at! Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing Cause it's hot as an oven The whole shack shimmies! The whole shack shimmies when everybody's Movin' around and around and around! Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby! Folks linin' up outside just to get down Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby Funky little shack! Funky little shack! Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail! I got me a car, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money. Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder baby! Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you Your what?... Tin roof, rusted! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack |
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from The B-52'S - Hallucinating Pluto (1998)
Love Shack
B 52's If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says 15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for the love getaway Heading for the love getaway, love getaway, I got me a car, it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down To the Love Shack I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. Love baby, that's where it's at, Ooo love baby, that's where it's at Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Love Shack! Well it's set way back in the middle of a field, Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back Glitter on the mattress Glitter on the highway Glitter on the front porch Glitter on the hallway The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at! Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing Cause it's hot as an oven The whole shack shimmies! The whole shack shimmies when everybody's Movin' around and around and around! Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby! Folks linin' up outside just to get down Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby Funky little shack! Funky little shack! Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail! I got me a car, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money. Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder baby! Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you Your what?... Tin roof, rusted! Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love baby, that's where it's at Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule-The Mixes: Summer Of Love '98 (1998)
Ahhhahhahhahh
She came from Planet Claire I knew she came from there She drove a Plymouth Satellite Faster than the speed of light Planet Claire has pink air All the trees are red No one ever dies there No one has a head Ahhhahhhahhahh Some say she's from Mars Or one of the seven stars That shine after 3:30 in the morning WELL SHE ISN'T Ahhhahhhahhahhahhahh |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule-The Mixes: Summer Of Love '98 (1998)
I near a wind Whistling air Whispering in my ear Boy Mercury shootin' through every degree OOO girl dancin' down those dirty and dusty trails Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel Skip the air-strip for the sunset Ride the arrow for the target-One Take it hip to hip rock it through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Fly the great big sky See the great big sea Kick through continents Bustin' boundaries Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule-The Mixes: Summer Of Love '98 (1998)
I near a wind Whistling air Whispering in my ear Boy Mercury shootin' through every degree OOO girl dancin' down those dirty and dusty trails Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Roam if you want to Roam around the world Roam if you want to Without wings, without wheels Roam if you want to Without anything but the love we feel Skip the air-strip for the sunset Ride the arrow for the target-One Take it hip to hip rock it through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Fly the great big sky See the great big sea Kick through continents Bustin' boundaries Take it hip to hip rocket through the wilderness Around the world the trip begins with a kiss Chorus Take it hip to hip Rocket through the wilderness |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule-The Mixes: Summer Of Love '98 (1998)
Summer of love
Summer of love I've been waiting for the man Just buzzin' around Downtown Waiting for that very special Comes in to see what I got Orange popsicles and lemonade CHORUS It's the summer of love, love, love I'm in love with love, love, love For everyone transcends here I'm thinking of you boy Love energy is giving us a shove Making this the summer of love I said, |
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from The B-52'S - Time Capsule-The Mixes: Summer Of Love '98 (1998)
Summer of love
Summer of love I've been waiting for the man Just buzzin' around Downtown Waiting for that very special Comes in to see what I got Orange popsicles and lemonade CHORUS It's the summer of love, love, love I'm in love with love, love, love For everyone transcends here I'm thinking of you boy Love energy is giving us a shove Making this the summer of love I said, |
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