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| 1. |
| 2:51 | 
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Dry your eyes, my little friend Let me take you by the hand Freddie get ready Rock steady When Johnny strikes up the band They'll be rocking in the projects Walking down along the strand Freddie get ready Rock steady When Johnny strikes up the band When Johnny strikes up the... When Johnny strikes up the... When Johnny strikes up the band And Johnny is my main man He's the keeper of the keys He'll put your mind at ease He's guaranteed to please Back by popular demand Look around, my little friend Jubilation in the land Freddie get ready Rock steady When Johnny strikes up the band When Johnny strikes up the... When Johnny strikes up the... When Johnny strikes up the band |
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| 2. |
| 3:50 |
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Roland was a warrior from the land of the midnight sun With a thompson gun for hire fighting to be done The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray Through '66 and 7 they fought the Congo war With their fingers on their triggers knee deep in gore For days and nights they battled, the Bantu to their knees They killed to earn their living, and to help out the Congolese Roland the thompson gunner (2x) His comrades fought beside him, Van Owen and the rest But of all the thompson gunners, Roland was the best So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead That son of a bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head Roland the headless thompson gunner Norway's son won't stop till he sums up the score They can still see his headless body stalking through the night In the muzzle flash of Roland's thompson gun (2x) Roland searched the continent for the man who done him in He found him in Mombasa in a barroom drinking gin Roland aimed his thompson gun, he didn't say a word But he blew Van Owen's body, from there to Johannesburg Roland the headless thompson gunner (4x) The eternal thompson gunner, still wandering through the night Now it's ten years later, but he still keeps up the fight In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's thompson gun and bought it |
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| 3. |
| 2:42 | 
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| 4. |
| 3:30 |
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I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fork's For to get a big dish of beef chow mein Refrain: Ah-wooo, Werewolves of London Ah-wooo (x2) You hear him howling around your kitchen door Better not let him in Little old lady got mutilated late last night Werewolves of London again (Refrain) Hunh! He's the hairy-handed gent Who ran amok in Kent Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair You better stay away from him He'll rip your lungs out, Jim Hunh, I'd like to meet his tailor (Refrain) I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doin' the Werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen Doin' the Werewolves of London I saw a werewolf drinkin' a pina colada at Trader Vic's His hair was perfect Ah-wooo Werewolves of London Hunh, draw blood Ah-wooo Werewolves of London |
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| 3:42 |
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The phone don't ring And the sun refused to shine Never thought I'd have to pay so dearly For what was already mine For such a long, long time We made mad love Shadow love Random love And abandoned love Accidentally like a martyr The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder The days slide by Should have done, should have done, we all sigh Never thought I'd ever be so lonely After such a long, long time Time out of mind We made mad love Shadow love Random love And abandoned love Accidentally like a martyr The hurt gets worse and the heart gets harder |
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| 6. |
| 4:19 |
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Nighttime in the switching yard Get it out on the mainline Listen to the rhythm of the train go by Listen to the train whistle whine Nighttime in the switching yard See that train... The midnight train runs both ways Do it Doot dat doot dat doot dadoot Listen to the train whistle whine Listen to the train Listen to the track |
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| 7. |
| 3:32 |
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I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard Maria crying Late last night I heard the news That Veracruz was dying Veracruz was dying Someone called Maria's name I swear it was my father's voice Saying, "If you stay you'll all be slain You must leave now - you have no choice Take the servants and ride west Keep the child close to your chest When the American troops withdraw Let Zapata take the rest" I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard Maria calling Saying, "Veracruz is dying And Cuernavaca's falling" Aquel dia yo jure (On that day I swore Hacia el puerto volvere To the port I will return Aunque el destino cambio mi vida Even though destiny changed my life En Veracruz morire In Veracruz I shall die Aquel dia yo jure On that day I swore) I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns I heard them in the harbor Saying, "Veracruz is dying |
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| 8. |
| 3:58 |
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Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight Trying to run before she can walk - that's right She's growing up She has a young man waiting She's growing up She has a young man waiting Wide-eyes She'll be street-wise To the lies And the jive talk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block Daddy, don't you ask her when she's coming in And when she's home don't ask her where she's been She's going out She has a young man waiting She's going out Can't keep her young man waiting She'll be okay Let her have her day It's a long way It's a long walk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block I know how much it hurts to see her go She has a mind of her own, you know She's all grown up She has a young man waiting She's all grown up She has a young man waiting She was wide-eyed Now she's street-wise To the lies And the jive talk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block She'll find true love And tenderness on the block |
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| 9. |
| 3:31 |
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Well, I went home with the waitress The way I always do How was I to know She was with the Russians, too I was gambling in Havana I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns and money Dad, get me out of this I'm the innocent bystander Somehow I got stuck Between the rock and the hard place And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck Now I'm hiding in Honduras I'm a desperate man Send lawyers, guns and money The shit has hit the fan Send lawyers, guns and money |
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| 0:48 |
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| 11. |
| 3:38 |
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| 12. |
| 3:10 |
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| 13. |
| 2:00 |
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