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Well, I don't think I can handle this A cloudy day in Metropolis I think I'll talk to my analyst I got it so bad for this little journalist It drives me up the wall and through the roof Lois and Clark in a telephone booth I think I'm going out of my brain I got it so bad for little miss Lois Lane Lois Lane please put me in your plan Yeah, Lois Lane you don't need no Super Man Come on downtown and stay with me tonight I got a pocket full of kryptonite He's Leaping buildings in a single bound I'm reading Shakespeare at my place downtown Come on downtown and make love to me I'm Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see He's faster than a bullet, stronger than a train He's the one who got lucky got his cape around miss Lois Lane I can't believe my dilemma is real I'm competing with the man of steel |
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| 2. |
| 3:54 |
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Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town Been a whole lot happier without her face around Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout, Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong. Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong What'cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock 'n' roll songs? Other peoples' thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs Would it be so bad to simply turn around You cook so well, all nice and French You do you brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong... I hope those cigarettes gonna make you cough Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off I take that back I hope your doing fine And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong.... |
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| 3. |
| 4:50 |
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What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, Just early, early, early President, he sweat through his talcum News paper man, he watch like a falcon "Ah, look...daddy-o...sorry, Mr. President...where ya been?" Use a little english to doctor the spin What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, just early, early, early It's my bread and butter Ain't got no other It's on the TV The spin's on me... Ayatollah, he's hopping mad Jibber about some damn jihad Send me back to old Baghdad Spin Doctor its oh so sad What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, Just early, early, early It's my bread and butter Ain't got no other It's on the TV The spin's on me... |
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| 4. |
| 5:00 |
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How Could You Want Him
(When You Know You Could Have Me?) by Spin Doctors I`m quite contented to take my chances Against the Guildensterns and Rosencrantses It`s a matter of Cain and Abel And I can feel your knee underneath the table He doesn`t dangle by the serap him He only wants a pretty face by him so How could you want him when you know you could have me See the pigeons peck and peck to pay the dues They peck a little extra to resole their shoes He`s with the pigeons pecking crumbs I`m on my death bed bleeding with the cherubim He doesn`t dangle by the serap him He only wants a pretty face by him so How could you want him when you know you could have me Ferocious angels send us falling stars But I know just how dangerous wishes are Ferocious angels watch me come and go But I`m not too smart to go barging off of roof tops thanx no~ instrumental break Sit out September on the windows ill Cause you can`t drink wine from a two dollar bill Saint Christopher lives on the end of the quill Leave him a diamond in your last will He doesn`t dangle by the serap him He only wants a pretty face by him so How could you want him when you know you could have me How could you want him when you know you could have me How could you want him when you know you could have me |
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| 5. |
| 4:17 |
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One, two, princes kneel before you (that's what I said, now) Princes, Princes who adore you (Just go ahead, now) One has diamonds in his pockets (that's some bread, now) This one, he wants to buy you rockets (Ain't in his head, now) This one, he got a princely racket (That's what I said, now) Got some big seal upon his jacket (Ain't in his head, now) Marry him, your father will condone you (how bout that, now) Marry me, your father will disown you (he'll eat his hat, now) Aww, marry him or marry me, I'm the one that loves you baby can't you see? Ain't got no future or a family tree, But I know what a prince and lover ought to be, I know what a prince and lover ought to be.... Said, if you want to call me baby (Just go ahead, now) An' if you want to tell me maybe (Just go ahead, now) If you wanna buy me flowers (Just go ahead, now) And if you want to talk for hours (Just go ahead, now) |
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| 6. |
| 4:04 |
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Cleopatra's favorite cat Got his hands on Caesar's spats The heat was on as you could see So he front 'em to Mark Antony. Said, "My girlfriend's cat is smarter than me." Caesar had an eye for clothes He saw them spats and said, "I like those." Caesar had no thing to say, except, "Jesu Christi Domine, Et tu, Brute, Jesu Christi Domine, Et tu, Brute." The senate tried to sympathize It was the cat they should despise Informant told his whereabouts Centurions to seek him out Centurions! There go the centurions. Cleopatra's favorite cat Brutus had to turn his head When that cat done went and said, "If he's got this thing for shoes, He just might be ambitious, too. They got holidays all in his name, And all a tyrant needs is fame. Those fascists don't play pretty games Egypt is the place to be... But Rome is a democracy. Rome!" girlfriend's cat is smarter than me." Caesar never got them back 'Cause they killed his ass in the second act. Brutus spoke, then Antony: Said, "My girlfriend's cat is smarter than me. Friends, Romans, can't you see My girlfriend's cat is smarter than me Egypt's biggest rivalry: Cleopatra's cat and me." |
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| 3:49 |
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Having been by that old bank tower, I'm inclined to wonder why you feel so strong. You can't have really seen the hour If you think she's trying to do you wrong. I see you got that lump in your throat I hear you mumbling, "That's all she wrote." Love was |
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| 4:23 |
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Indifferent minds seek nothing, They wait to be told They never stop talkin' The way you talk to me You give me the blues I feel like walkin' Expressions that the stories gave Share your thoughts till they walk away Revealing tales of kings and pawns, Tall grass, dragons and mountain songs Break the thread of indifference They'll suck the wind right from your soul To never listen to the voice of memory Is to die waiting for nothing I'd rather kiss the empty blue than to stand here and waiting forever on you. On a trip in this place called time, Qhere no one lives, no one to find Quiet streams of life gone by Roll down the face of lovers And in the early morning tears We cry Into each other Sew the thread of indifference It rolls on and on and on Never listen to the voice of memory Is to die waiting for nothing |
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| 9. |
| 4:15 |
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My baby nice, she'so polite She say, "please," when she ask me, Stay the night. She's around the house, she love me so She baking up a little bit of my Rising, rising dough Good lordy God, my gosh almighty Her booty fine and it's trimmed so tidy Horseradi |
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| 5:12 |
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Graphite skies of Brooklyn calmly drape Fourth Avenue Fifteen-year-old gangsters have a honey-dipped or two In Arabic, some patrons shoot the breeze Jeez, Louise Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange Sam's upset at Hamed and Hamed's on his feet Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street Well, you can have a little cry, baby, you can even beg Only reason I go back is that you can't screw up an egg Sometimes they treat you worse when you say please They forget the ham or cheese Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange Sam's upset at Hamed and Hamed's on his feet Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street I'm beige and funky, like a rubber band I'm a lapis-eyed devil with my pen in hand It takes flour and chocolate for an angel cake Say now, Hamed, whatcha do with all them donuts that you bake. My roommates won't go with me, though it's only blocks away. Chandler holds a grudge from about five years ago today. Some sign about free soda was a scam. Well, that's Chan. Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange Sam's upset at Hamed and Hamed's on his feet Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street. |
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| 11. |
| 3:54 |
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This is my house where I hang around As soon as I get up, I start to get down You dont need a place to stay Our house is any old place we play This is my house if you dont like it just get outta get outta get outta Came up so fast gave me the bends Now |
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| 12. |
| 3:44 |
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We were on a vacation In a turbulent nation Guess its part my fault For not hauling you down To the train station Theres no ring on your finger Fly away dont you linger Its simply absurd To think shes a bird Just because shes a singer Dont you bring her round ( x4) Does it make you wonder Why the innocent blunder? When you sit n the sun You should just have fun Not summon the thunder Shes just like the mama Generating the trauma And I dont see why Youre still willing to try When its all just a drama Dont you bring her round...... Shes a taker not a giver And I cant believe youre still with her She wouldve sold you down the river And I cant believe youre still with her Shes a taker not a giver And I cant believe youre still with her She wouldve sold you sown the river And I cant believe youre still with her We were on a vacation In an idyllic location Guess its part my fault For not pouring salt On your frustration Youre afraid to be lonely Well youre not the only Better to feel the pain And to run through the rain Than to live like a phony Dont you bring her round..... |
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| 13. |
| 4:31 |
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The streets are lined with gold The cheese is full of mold Oh, come into the fold with me Global domination While it sparks my imagination It kills the vegetation Ant its not my cup of tea The stairs are high and winding My brother is divining The empire is declining But the wine is old Its never sweet enough And a little too tough And they play a bit too rough And they talk a little bit too cold Say theres another color Just say it on a bet You know its true Though you havent heard it yet Theyre playing it for keeps Like pieces on a board You know its true Though you havent heard before Welcome to the decline Its going just fine Its good for the wine And its good for the forces You can run but you cant hide And beggars would ride If they had the horses If wishes were horses Beggars would ride If wishes were horses Beggars would ride If wishes were horses Beggars would ride If wishes were horses Oh, beggars would ride Beggars would ride The carousel is burning The models eyes are yearning The tables arent turning But the lunch is free And its never cheap enough And its always the same stuff And they forever call your bluff And forever get their fee Say theres another color..... There is no limitation Set upon this nation What is our station And relationship? What about the pollution And the constitution? What is the purpose Of this burning branch I grip? If wishes were horses Beggars would ride........ |
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| 3:34 |
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There she goes, on down the beach Just like the moon, shes out of reach Losing my mind, already lost my girl Blew the top right off my pretty world Oh, she used to be mine She used to be mine She used to be mine Til I saw her with another man nother man Til I saw her with another man hand in hand Til I saw her with another man nother man Til I saw her with another man hand in hand Oh, there she goes, on out of my life Shes my ex, thought shed be my wife Kept my ring, my wedding band Keeps it on the same finger but on the other hand Oh, she used to be mine..... I can taste her mouth Taste her tears I can hear what she used to say Shed be looking up from her coffee cup And through the steam I can see her glance away I miss her hand on my hip Tongue on my lips Lips on my cup of tea I miss the way shed lie And the way shed sigh When shed lie right down Just next to me Oh, she used to be mine.... |
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| 3:32 |
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Here she comes
Words cannot describe what just befilled my eyes I never saw a vision so beautified I almost turned away to take the bad bouquet And to a country raised her fingertips and tear filled eyes She walked across the floor, the crowd called out for more Flash boots froze their expressions in the limousine Though I've been 'lone, I know I can subsist Eh, it give me comfort just to realize that she exists Oh, Miss America, look on me I'm not the most handsome one you'll ever see Oh Miss America, I love you Though we may never meet my name's America My name's America too, my name's America too She be putting lullabies on your lips Oh, you saw enough to launch a thousand ships You kicked her off to put your hands upon your hips Let lonely take her to the places where the honey drips, yeah Oh, Miss America, look on me I'm not the most handsome one you'll ever see Oh Miss America, I love you Though we may never meet my name's America My name's America too, my name's America too Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, here she comes Oh, Miss America, look on me I'm not the most handsome one you'll ever see Oh Miss America, I love you Though we may never meet my name's America My name's America too, my name's America too Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes, Miss America Here she comes |
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| 4:01 |
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Youve got to believe in something Its a lonely universe Be careful what you wish for Cause you improvement might be worse Birth is a missing persons file Its a case of role reversal Life is a play... Sometimes I can remember the rehearsal Youve got to believe in nothing Theres and awful lot out there Some in every perfect hair You know I lose a bit of sleep Wondering if nothing would ever desert us But I know they dont know nothing And what they dont know cant hurt us I want to tell you This guy wants to charge you a nickel I want to tell you This guy wants to charge you a dime I want to tell you Im o?charge you a five dollar bill And show you a real fine time Theres a candy coated iguana Behind curtain number one And a sixteen dollar bill For every pregnant flying nun They got a soda-pop thatll save the world Its a tonic and an elixir Its a get-you-laid Better-paid Guaranteed all-round life-fixer I want to tell you.... Youve got to believe in something Its a lonely universe Be careful what you wish for Cause your improvement might be worse Birth is a missing persons file Its a case of the role reversal Life is a play, they say Sometimes I can remember the rehearsal I want to tell you Some say life is a blessing I want to tell you Some say life is a curse I want to tell you Some say life is a play And you get no time to rehearse And you got to believe in something Cause its lonely universe You got to believe in something |
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| 5:35 |
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Your heart is a refrigerator car It's cold and it never waits Frozen truth and frostbite Stacked unopen crates You never loved your frozen freight Perishables and bloodless meat You rolling snowball soul of sleet You never wait You roll across the desert And clack across the sand Though snakes may fry outside Flowers crumble petrified in your hand Your heart's a paid-off porter You lied to spare your soul With one arm you blow your brains out With the other you dig the holeGrey ice in your hinges Sliding doors shut frozen locked Airtight every tiny hole With hard white putty caucked |
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