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Forgot my six-string raiser - hit the sky
Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information - my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails Now its a mighty long way down the dusty trail All the way from Memphis 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail Well I got to Oreoles y'know - it took a month Now its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll And there was my guitar, electric junk. Some spade said "Rock'n'rollers, you're all the same. Man that's your instrument." I felt so ashamed. Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're still on the dole All the way from Memphis Yeah it's a mighty long way down rock'n'roll From the Liverpool docks to the Hollywood Bowl 'N you climb up the mountains 'n you fall down the holes All the way from Memphis As your name gets hot so your heart grows cold 'N you gotta stay young man, you can never be old Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll All the way from Memphis Yeah its a mighty long way down rock'n'roll Through the Bradford Cities and the Oreoles 'N you look like a star but you're really out on parole! All the way from Memphis |
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Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five, speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five. and Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face, And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks funky little boat race. The television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks, oh man, I need TV when I got T Rex oh brother you guessed All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), carry the news (Where are ya?), I'm a dude dad. boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!), All the young dudes (I want to hear you.), carry the news. carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to talk to you - all of you.), carry the news. Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen but he can kick like a mule - it's a real mean team but we can love, oh yes - we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on that revolution stuff, what a drag - too many snags. Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, I've got to race some cat to bed, is that concrete all around, or is it in my head, yeah, All the young dudes (Hey dudes!), I'm a dude dad. carry the news (Where are ya?), All the young dudes (I want to hear ya.), boogaloo dudes (Stand up!), Carry the news carry the news (I want to see you.), boogaloo dudes (I want to relate to you.), carry the news. carry the news (Let's hear the news - come on!), All the young dudes (C'mon dudes!), boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you), carry the news. carry the news (I want you.), All the young dudes (Hey you there - you with the glasses!), carry the news (Are you all his friends?). boogaloo dudes (I want you in the front!), All the young dudes (Will you bring him down, 'cause I want him!), carry the news carry the news (There you go!). boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him come on - bring him!), boogaloo dudes (How do you feel?), All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years!), carry the news (Sick!).carry the news (There you go!), |
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| 6:43 |
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Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing alright its growing I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them If they want a stray they better go out a grow one I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yeah I know it Alright! Hit it come on! I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big noise And it's growing yeah its growing I'm one of the boys One of the boys I'm only human so I ain't got much choice And I know it yes I know it One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys One of the boys I'm just one of the boys Lets go! Alright! Just just just just just (fade) |
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I was a city child with a dead-end smile And a worm's-eye point of view And I had my eyes on you Oh I knew my way, I was a back-street stray You know, some kinda automobeat on the street Now I got this friend and he's a screwdriver-jiver And he has converted me to rock'n'roll I just wanna dance to Honaloochie boogie yeah Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine You sure started somethin' Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news I get my kicks outta guitar licks Now my hair gets longer as the beat gets stronger And I've sold my steel-toed shoes Now I got this friend and he's a spider west-sider You know, he's hung up on a protection rejection thing But I have made him see the light Honaloochie boogie yeah He just wanna dance to Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin' Honaloochie boogie yeah Get in time, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine Honaloochie boogie yeah You sure started somethin |
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| 4:18 |
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Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset and Jane is in her vest And me I'm in a rock and roll band Riding in a Stutz Bearcat Jim Those were different times And the poets studied rules of verse And all the ladies rolled there eyes Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Now Jack he is a banker And Jane she is a clerk And they're both saving up all their money And when they come home from work Sitting by the fire Radios a-play A little classical music for you kids To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear Jack say Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Some people like to go out dancing Other people they got to work And there's always some evil mothers I tell you life is just full of dirt And the women never really faint And the villains always blink their eyes And children are the only ones that blush And that life is just to die But anyone who had a heart He wouldn't want to turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Oh my sweet Jane |
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| 3:59 |
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Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway Doctor said it was his cruel sick heart didn't go to church on Sunday Oh your pace is going to knock you dead Out of the race you got time to spare Jerkin' Crocus is the cause of the cross y |
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| 4:49 |
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I'm a missing link, poolroom stink, I can't talk What's going on, something's wrong, I can't work (Well that's too bad) (Well that's such a drag) Can't go to school, the teacher's a fool, the preacher's a jerk Got nothing to do, street-corner blues, and n |
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Baby if you just say you still care Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And, in the darkest night, Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I'll keep you safe and all right Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? No matter if fools say we can't win Roll away the stone, roll away the stone I know I'll fall in love again Baby in love and sweet romance So sing - we still got a chance Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Roll away the stone, roll away the stone Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it lie There's a rockabilly party on Saturday night Are you gonna be there Gonna bring your records (Well I got my invite) Made it! (Ohh, will do) Won't you roll away the stone Why be cold and so alone? Won't you roll away the stone Don't you let it die Come on roll Come on roll, yeah Come on roll I want you to roll Come on rollCome on..... yeah |
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| 4:28 |
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See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill
See my blood - and see my gun. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) Heed my faults - and heed my curse - heed my frustration - you just (You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done) don't know A new town nothing - send for the hearse. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun) We'll torture your flats, you keep us like rats - then you Tell 'em we're brats and the press twist our fist - get me out of this Pull down the wires, set you on fire - I'm getting too tired to resist, mist. Hear me swear - hear every word - I ain't just a number I wanna be heard - The TV announcer he talks to the scum (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb) I ain't been solved, I'm uninvolved - I've been annulled You're so pure - you know the cures - just keep us poor And I can't seem to prove it. The juvenile delinquent bit (One's your son, one's your son, one's your son) (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better hide, better hide, better hide) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (You're too late, you're too late, you're too late) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Where's your mates? Where's your mates? Where's your mates?) (You're exposed, you're exposed, you're exposed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're closed, now you're closed, now you're closed) The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead Now you're dead, now you're dead, now you're dead AHHHHHHHHHHH |
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| 3:24 |
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Ladies and Gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies, Fighting for a place in the front row. Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (It's good for your body, it's good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, let's go! (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Well you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz, Guitars getting higher and higher. The dude in the paint thinks he's gonna faint, Stoke more coke on the fire. Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). The golden age of rock and roll will never die, As long as children feel the need to laugh and cry. Don't wanna smash - want a smash sensation, Don't wanna wreck; just recreation, Don't wanna fight - but if you turn us down We're gonna turn you around gonna mess with the sound. The show's gotta move, everybody groove There ain't no trouble on the streets now. So if the going gets rough, Don't you blame us You ninety-six decible freaks Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age of rock and roll). Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh (You gotta stay young, you can never grow old) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (Its good for body, its good for your soul) Ohhh, Ohhh, Whoooa (It's the golden age o |
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