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Well, it's minus five outside your house
And ninety degrees in bed Your wife says get up and go to work You long-haired, lazy head Now I know where you've been all night And maybe what's wrong with you You've been makin' love to the little woman Or a midnight rendezvous Good Mornin' Now the young exec, he hits the deck And oh, he's dressed to kill Before he goes, oh yes, he knows He's gotta have a wake-up pill From nine to five he feels alive Jumpin' to the speed of sound But the young exec, he hit the deck 'Cause his little pill let him down Chorus: Good mornin' Good mornin' Good mornin', so put a smile upon your face Being alive is no disgrace You can make it a better place, By havin' yourself a good mornin' So put a smile upon your face Being alive is no disgrace You can make it a better place By havin' yourself a good mornin' Well the sun is up, let's lift a cup And do it all over again A little blood and a lot of sweat Hard workin' ain't no sin Don't sit around wearin' a frown Your life will slip away Give a bump and a little hump It's gonna be a beautiful day Repeat Chorus |
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In a room all alone waiting by the telephone
With a tear in his eye and a pen in his hand So begins the diary of a working man He'd been poor man all his life And just when things were going right Some stranger takes his woman away He doesn't know if he'll see, oh, another day Oh, another day Time has come and he was right, It was a cold and rainy night And he thought for sure she would follow But it won't be the same, no tomorrow Now here's a man glory bound In a pool of dreams about to drown If he can just get through this night Then maybe tomorrow things will work out right Oh, will work out right Well, with the pain in his blood He'd love to take her if he could And as he wakes with a scream To only realize it's just reality He woke with sweaty hands Maybe there'll be a change in plans With a tear in his eye and a gun in his hand So ends the diary of a workingman |
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Down south, south of the border
At a new sunrise where the Workin' woman hates law and order Ooh, those chaquitas with incredible thighs Too hard to handle, they're too hard for you Too hard to handle, they're too hard They're too tough for you Small time gambler lays down his money To play some five card stud But the big time winner really was the loser He caught a case of a unlucky love Too hard to handle Too hard for you Too hard to handle 'Cause sweet Lolita's hotter than a pepper You know her pepper's gonna burn you in two She's a young man's dream, every mother's nightmare Pure woman through and through Don't take no chances on hot romances Such as this one, it may happen to you Too hard to handle Too hard for you Too hard to handle 'Cause there's no future with a snake-eyed lover She's hung up on them ups and downs But if you're lonely, thinkin' you're the only Her love's the best, it's the hottest in town, ah yes Yeah I said Too hard to handle Too hard, too hard |
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Wake up baby, smile at me
The sun is shinin' and the wind's blowin' free I got to thinkin' ooo yesterday That silver bird can take us away Get it on now Single boys, they're out on the town Lookin' for them pretty girls hangin' around Man on the radio is tellin' us the news Summertime's here, kick the mud off your shoes, yeah - Chorus: Fly away, fly away That silver bird can take us away Fly away, do it today Come on, woman, now let's get away I'm tired or workin', feels like for nothin' Well, I ain't gettin' any younger Why can't I live for today Are you tired of workin', feels like nothin' Well, you ain't gettin' any younger Why can't we all live for today? Friends of mine want'a'buy me a drink So loaded now, hell, I can't even think Went on home, I put my lady in the car Jumped on that bird just to see how far we could.... Repeat Chorus |
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Ah, sitting in the back seat of a low
Ride automobile We're cruisin' on the outskirts Lookin' for a two-legged deal We got a Dry County, can't find no spirits here Dry County, run for your life out of fear For things that you cannot find Across a Dry County line If the signs say liquor in the front baby And poker in the rear All you find is trouble It's best that you get out of here -Chorus: You got a Dry County, can't find no vices here No, no, no, no, no Dry County, run for your life out of fear Run for your life out of fear Can't find no spirits nowhere For things that you cannot find across A Dry County line Ah, L.A. to London, Buzzard Country, New Mexico Detroit, Atlanta, There ain't no place that's too far to go To get away from this Dry County, can't find no vices here Dry County, run for your life out of here Ah, run baby, keep on runnin' Ah, there ain't no Busch nowhere For things that you cannot find Across a Dry County line |
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A young man lies with a needle in his arm,
China white in his hand Say a little prayer for his unlucky soul It's so sad, so sad Fire Of The Dragon Fire Of The Dragon The scene was set and the time was right A pretty girl walked the streets Lookin' for a hand out Turn a trick or two and she'll get Just what she needs 'Cause it's the outlaw in the city Voodoo in our town Steals the life from those you pity And leaves them under the ground - Chorus: Fire Of The Dragon He left his mark all over your hands Dirty Dragon and took 'em to their Promised land Cat Brown has a hit the streets Middle East struck again When you're shakin' and your body's so weak It seems you just can't win So at night when you're naked with your bride Think about what I've said Think about the young man and his lady love It's so sad, so bad 'Cause it's the outlaw in your city Voodoo in the town Stole the life from those you pitied And left them under the ground Repeat Chorus |
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