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Rock This Town - Stray Cats Well, My baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you home at two Mama don't know what I catched off of you But that's all right cause we're looking as cool as can be Well, we found a little place that really didn't lood half bad I had a whiskey on the rocks And change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put the cold rock into that can But all they played was disco, man Come on, baby, baby, let's get out of here right away We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock till you pop We're gonna rock till you drop We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out Well, we're having a ball just 'a bopping on the big dance floor Well, there's a real square cat, he looks a 1974 Well, he looked at me once, he looked at me twice Look at me again and there's gonna be fight We're gonna rock this town We're gonna rip this place apart We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock till you pop We're gonna rock till you drop We're gonna rock this town Rock this place apart |
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| 3:15 |
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Stray Cat Strut
by Stray Cats Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence. Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent. I'm flat broke and I don't care. I strut right by with my tail in the air. Stray cat strut [I'm a ladies' cat]. I'm a feline Casanova [Hey! Man that's that]. Get a shoe thrown at me by a mean old man. Get my dinner from a garbage can. I don't bother chasin' mice around. Oh no. I slink down the alley lookin' for a fight. Howlin' at the moon on a hot summer night. Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry. Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy. I wish I could be as carefree and wild. But I got cat class and I got cat style. I don't bother chasin' mice around. I slink down the alley lookin' for a fight. Howlin' at the moon on a hot summer night. Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry. Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy. I wish I could be as carefree and wild. But I got cat class and I got cat style. |
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| 3:13 |
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There's the Rockabilly Cats
With their pomps real high Wearin' black drape coats All real gone guys Cool skinheads with their rolled up jeans Lookin' real rough and mighty mean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight The sew fishhooks under their collars They got razors in their shoes I said "Go cat, go" their battle cry World War 3 is starting to brew Now the skinheads are all using blackjacks And they're looking mighty mean They got chains wrapped around their fingers And their heads are all shaven clean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Well, there ain't a man left standing So let's all go get a beer No team is the winner So we'll see you all next year There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do Line right up for the sideline view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There's a rumble in Brighton tonight |
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Here I come in my fifty seven,
She's a real low rider paint perfection With a custom engine painted black with flames Ain't nobody gonna call that hot rod tame Ooh ooh ooh ooh V eight engine with the fuel injection Two eight three, that's my ounce of perfection Get that rod out when it's very late Haven't got a round to getting license plates Ooh ooh ooh ooh Well I'm cruising low and I'm cruising mean, Well I'm cruising slow in my dream machine You're my hot rod mama And you're really built for speed When I reach that final destination I will drive your car and leave you compensation With a little reeling and a lot of rockin' You're my hot rod mama in your fishnet stockings Ooh ooh ooh ooh You're built for speed, you're built for speed, |
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Well, I got a big old bomb and it won't be around for long,
Well, I got a big old bomb and it won't be around for long, Well, it's a big old bomb but it gets me where I'm goin' I got a thirty nine Ford, this only just won't die, But I got a thirty nine Ford, this old heap just won't die, Well, this thirty nine Ford might outlive you and I Having a beer and listening to the radio Having a beer and listening to the radio It's got a worn back seat and a steamed up rear window I got a big old bomb and it won't be around for long Well, I got a big old bomb and it won't be around for long, Well, it's a big old bomb but it gets me where I'm goin' Well, Rev it up and go Rev it up and go Rev it up and go go go Rev it up and go Rev it up and go Rev it up and go Rev it up and go go go Rev it up and go I got a big old bomb and it gets me where I want to go |
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| 2:59 |
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Get kicked out for coming home at dawn,
Mom and Dad cursed the day you were born, Throw your clothes into a duffle bag shoutin' as ya slam the door home is a drag Who can I turn to and where can I stay ? I heard a place is open all night and all day There's a place you can go where the cops don't know You can act real wild they don't treat you like a child Runaway boys Your hair's all greasy and you feel like a slob, You're only fifteen and you can't get a job, Go into the luncheonette and shoot a few games Losing all your quarters, man it's always the same Steal a couple of bucks to buy a new toy, Slip into the alley with the Runaway boys Runnin' faster, faster all the time You're under age and God knows, that's a crime ! Runaway boys |
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| 3:28 |
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Hey , man , I don't feel like goin' to school no more
Me neither . They can't make you go . No you daddyo yeah ! I ain't goin' to school it starts too early for me Well listen man I ain't goin' to school no more it starts much, much too early for me I don't care about readin' , writin', 'rithmetic or history I'm gonna walk to the corner and meet my little Marie I'm gonna walk to the corner and meet my little Marie Well she's the only girl in this whole world who understands me Well she's sexy and seventeen My little rock-roll queen Acts a little bit obscene Gotta let off a little steam Dig that sound shake it around you're mine , mine , mine Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack Are gonna do a little number on the teacher when she turns her back We're gonna cut out of class , meet the girls by the railroad track Well ev'ry Friday night there's a band that you gotta hear Just a dollar ticket in and twenty-five cents a beer They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years Well she's sexy and seventeen My little rock-roll queen Acts a little bit obscene Gotta let off a little steam Dig that sound shake it around you're mine , mine , mine Well when I hear that rockin' beat I can't sit still up , out of my seat come on Babe lets jump 'round your feet Can't learn nothin' in school they don't teach you on the street ! Wo-oh , wo-oh , baby I like your style Wo-oh oh oh oh baby I like your style You don't care what the other kids say , You go real wild Well you're sexy and seventeen My little rock-roll queen Acts a little bit obscene Gotta let off a little steam Dig that sound and shake it around you're mine , mine , mine Dig that sound and shake it around you're mine , mine , mine Dig that sound and shake it around you're mine , mine , mine |
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| 4:02 |
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Well, wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and comb my hair
Well, I wake up in the morning, I brush my teeth and comb my hair There's a big black cadillac parked on the street over there Well it's the finest lookin' car, that ever rolled of the line Any other car would just be wasting your time Ooh one fine day I'm gonna make a cadillac mine I gotta get a cadillac Look at that cadillac, look at that Look at that cadillac, look at that Rolling down the avenue, I'm gonna get me a cadillac too If it's the last thing I do Well I got a job, down at the liquor store Well I got me a job down at the liquor store Oooh I ain't lazy but I don't wanna work no more When I get my paycheck I put it right in the bank I'm putting all my money straight right in the bank Well I'm halfway to get my big black cadillac tank I gotta get a cadillac Look at that cadillac, look at that Look at that cadillac, look at that Rolling down the avenue, I'm gonna get me a cadillac too If it's the last thing I do Sittin' in a bar knockin' 'm back Up pulls a big black cadillac Out steps a kitten, stand back cats Away I go in that cadillac Look at that cadillac, look at that Look at that cadillac, look at that Rolling down the avenue, I'm gonna get me a cadillac too If it's the last thing I do I gotta get a cadillac Look at that cadillac, look at that Look at that cadillac, look at that Rock and rolling down the avenue, I'm gonna get me a cadillac too If it's the last thing I do |
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We've been driving all night long
Just to reach our destination in your town We've come five hundred miles Everyone's asleep there's not a sound Ooh, eighteen wheels a-rolling Eighteen wheels a-rolling round and round Please Mister Driver, won't you pull over here We're really hungry Well, we'll have 14 steak and eggs 14 orange juice and 14 cups of coffee Let's get back on the bus This is one place that I really wanna see Well, we're 18 Miles from Memphis 18 Miles from Memphis Yeah, 18 Miles from Memphis 18 Miles from Memphis Got a rocket in my pocket and I hit the fuse Taking off in your direction, have you heard the news? We're just 18 Miles from Memphis And we won't leave 'til I rocked you all Alabama, Missisippi, Florida Louisiana, big 'ol Texas From New England down to Georgia Kansas City, Colorado, Californy Well, it's the last night of our tour We're gonna rock you thru the roof, just wait and see Yeah, we're 18 Miles from Memphis 18 Miles from Memphis Ooh, 18 Miles from Memphis 18 Miles from Memphis Yeah, 18 Miles from Memphis 18 Miles from Memphis Ooh, 18 Miles from Memphis 18 Miles from Memphis Well, we're 18 Miles from Memphis And we won't leave 'til we rocked you all |
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Well, be bop a lula she's my baby
Be bop a lula summertime blues Well, it's something else man and you can't lose I'm gonna race with the devil and maybe I'll win I'm gonna dance with all Skinny Jim Hang on tight, you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Hallelujah, I love her so Bee I bickey bop, bo, bo go Cut across shorty, you can't fail She got a red blue jeans and a pony tail Hang on tight, you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well, come on everybody let's get together tonight Say mama can I go out tonight I sure miss you and the Twenty Flight Rock So get your dungarees on let's a Blue Jean Bop Hang on tight, you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Hang on tight, you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie |
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Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back again
I cruise around with the radio on Make me feel alright Make me feel alright Wide open highway and the sun going down Make me feel alright Make me feel alright I grab my guitar and pick out a song You wear that pretty dress we never could go wrong We had no money but never seem to care Our love took us everywhere Bring it back again Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back again Bring it back again I cruise around in a rag top ride Make me feel alright Make me feel alright But now I got no one by my side Make me feel alright Make me feel alright Though I never share my memories No one by my side to comfort me I need your little hand to hold in mine Got to hold you all the time Bring it back again Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back again Bring it back again Is it any wonder, why I love you so Oh you were my first love When your arms met mine You just stole my heart for all time Bring it back again Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back again Bring it back again I cruise around with the radio on Make me feel alright Make me feel alright Wide open highway with the sun going down Make me feel alright Make me feel alright Though I know I'm the only one to blame I've had enough of this sorrow and pain I know that deep down you still feel the same Bring me your love back again Bring it back again Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back again Bring it back again Come on bring it back again Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back again Bring it back again Come on bring it back again Bring it back again |
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10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off Well, I left planet Earth one fine spring day Ran a red light on the milky way I ran rings around Saturn and shot past the Moon Destination Mars and I'll be there soon I'm the rockingest cat in the galaxy 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off Well, I didn't take a bath in 48 hours So I took a detour and had a meteor shower Had a date with Venus and I wanted more So I gave Mr. Spock a pompadour I'm the rockingest cat in the galaxy 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off Walking on the moon in blue suede shoes Well, I saw Dr. Smith and the robot too I had a Martian burger and a sonic shake Then I went and had a hot dog with a Jupiter shake, hey hey hey I'm the rockingest cat in the galaxy 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast off |
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Well I've led an evil life, so they say
But I'll hide from the devil on judgement day, I said Move, hot-rod, move man Move, hot-rod, move man Move hot-rod, move me on down the the line, oh yeah Well me and the devil, at a stop light He started rollin', I was out of sight, I said Move, hot-rod, move man Move, hot-rod, move man Move hot-rod, move me on down the the line, oh yeah Well, goin' pretty fast, looked behind A-hear come the the devil doin' ninety-nine, I said Move, hot-rod, move man Move, hot-rod, move man Move hot-rod, move me on down the the line, oh yeah Well thought I was smart, the race was won A-hear come the devil doin' a-hundred and one Move, hot-rod, move man Move, hot-rod, move man Move hot-rod, move me on down the the line Well, goin' pretty fast, looked behind A-hear come the the devil doin' ninety-nine, I said Move, hot-rod, move man Move, hot-rod, move man Move hot-rod, move me on down the the line, oh yeah! Well I've led an evil life, so they say But I'll hide from the devil on judgement day, I said Move, hot-rod, move man Move, hot-rod, move man Move hot-rod, move me on down the the line. |
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| 4:08 |
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There's the Rockabilly Cats
With their pomps real high Wearin' black drape coats All real gone guys Cool skinheads with their rolled up jeans Lookin' real rough and mighty mean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight The sew fishhooks under their collars They got razors in their shoes I said "Go cat, go" their battle cry World War 3 is starting to brew Now the skinheads are all using blackjacks And they're looking mighty mean They got chains wrapped around their fingers And their heads are all shaven clean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Well, there ain't a man left standing So let's all go get a beer No team is the winner So we'll see you all next year There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do Line right up for the sideline view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There's a rumble in Brighton tonight |
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| 5:32 |
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Stray Cat Strut
by Stray Cats Black and orange stray cat sittin' on a fence. Ain't got enough dough to pay the rent. I'm flat broke and I don't care. I strut right by with my tail in the air. Stray cat strut [I'm a ladies' cat]. I'm a feline Casanova [Hey! Man that's that]. Get a shoe thrown at me by a mean old man. Get my dinner from a garbage can. I don't bother chasin' mice around. Oh no. I slink down the alley lookin' for a fight. Howlin' at the moon on a hot summer night. Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry. Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy. I wish I could be as carefree and wild. But I got cat class and I got cat style. I don't bother chasin' mice around. I slink down the alley lookin' for a fight. Howlin' at the moon on a hot summer night. Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry. Wild stray cat you're a real gone guy. I wish I could be as carefree and wild. But I got cat class and I got cat style. |
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Rock This Town - Stray Cats Well, My baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Well, pick you up at ten, gotta have you home at two Mama don't know what I catched off of you But that's all right cause we're looking as cool as can be Well, we found a little place that really didn't lood half bad I had a whiskey on the rocks And change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put the cold rock into that can But all they played was disco, man Come on, baby, baby, let's get out of here right away We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock till you pop We're gonna rock till you drop We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out Well, we're having a ball just 'a bopping on the big dance floor Well, there's a real square cat, he looks a 1974 Well, he looked at me once, he looked at me twice Look at me again and there's gonna be fight We're gonna rock this town We're gonna rip this place apart We're gonna rock this town Rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town Make'em scream and shout Let's rock, rock, rock, man, rock We're gonna rock till you pop We're gonna rock till you drop We're gonna rock this town Rock this place apart |
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