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| 1. |
| 12:19 | 
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| 2. |
| 10:15 |
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| 3. |
| 5:50 | 
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Well you think there's a problem with your sink
But your baby been lookin' in the pink I said your drain been clogged for quite a while But there's something new in your baby's smile I said piss and moan you know its a bummer Yo baby's been sleepin with your plumber Na na na na na..... Yeah, you bought a new truck and it goes real fast Said your baby brought it in for a little bit of new crank shaft She's been taking it back now every week She like to hear your shock absorbers moan and squeak I said everybody's laughing, they think its a panic Yo baby's been sleepin with your mechanic Na na na na na You took her to a club she said she's never been to 'cause you thought it might be a nice thing to do But you saw she was up to the same old game - When the whole band knew her first, last, and middle name I said you're pissed off 'cause you didn't see Yo baby slept with everybody including me Na na na na na.... |
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| 4. |
| 4:43 |
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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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| 5. |
| 8:13 |
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Moonlight through the chicken wire humming window pane
Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drane Big towns in need of mending, streetlights shake toothsome beams Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams Different strokes for different folks so Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes It's a dumb bell curve you're trying to tally All the way down to Shinbone Alley Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes Sullen winter sparrow lands wing to expanse of grey Six-thirty-two in the morning on Thanksgiving day And the bums they hit the corners The thunder kids rub their money And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zig zagging Down to the greet Jones [CHORUS] Seventy-two on the sour day, your bare feet sweep the parquet And the lights u sprey white slanting past the microwave Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table Spend the day gazing from your winter gable |
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| 6. |
| 10:15 |
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Your heart is a refrigerator car
It's cold and it never waits Frozen breath 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 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 are you bow your brains out With the other you dig the hole You never loved your frozen freight... Grey ice in your hinges Sliding doors shut frozen locked Airtight every tiny hole With hard white putty blocked You never loved your frozen freight... |
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| 7. |
| 11:38 |
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Zephyr through the awning shadow
Star-like glimpse upon the weeping leaves Rest yourself my weeping widow With the your news of grave defeat With the shafts of each fraction Beneath your head in rays of hair Fire hand the mango nectar And the news is good Sleep oh, Sleep oh, Lay down your head and sleep oh, sleep Lay down your head and Across these fields of amber grain Never that we've reached the dawn You whispered that your vows to him Were crushed as the shafts we played upon Then came the news, I knew it'd come It was a cruel and clever thief Devised this cunning tragedy Stole you for me to love sweetpea Sleep oh, Sleep oh, Lay down your head and sleep oh, sleep Lay down your head and (repeat above verse and chorus) |
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| 8. |
| 5:13 |
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It's a funny way to tell you baby,
What could I do? I've been talkin to the preacher, And he sent me to you. There's a penny on the sidewalk, But you stepped on a crack Mama's singing in the kitchen, But she's clutchin' her back There's a funny wind a-blowin' Down the rays you your hair Everybody doin' cartwheels baby, But you're still in bed You can tell me it's your nature, girl But I don't buy that I can tell you like to lie Just by the tilt of your hat One guy's laughing, One guy's weeping, One guy's twitchin' And you lay sleeping Tell me why you sleeping baby One guy's laughing, mama, One guy's weeping, One guy's twitchin' down on the floor, mama Tell me why you sleeping baby I've been talking in the kitchen, And I'm skinning a cat I know you you want to see my jackknife, But I'm using a bat Put the mutton on the table, There's a fork by your plate Someone told me you're starving, But I know you just ate. One guy's laughing, One guy's weeping, One guy's twitchin' And you lay sleepin' |
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| 9. |
| 4:06 |
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Chorus:
Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't got no friends Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't got no friends I once knew a girl with a funky doo-wop Spent all her money just to look like a mop. Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't got no friends Yo mama's a pajama, Yo mama's a llama Yo mama's a pajama I love myself, I think I'm grand. I like to sit and hold my hand When I grow up I'll marry me, And somehow form a little family Chorus Yo mama's a pajama, Yo mama's a llama Yo mama's a pajama Yo ma, Yo pa, yo greasy grandma, She got a big behind like frankenstein, She go beep beep beep down Sesame Street. Chorus Yo mama's a pajama, Yo mama's a llama Yo mama's a pajama Ain't she sweet; She get on down the street (x4) Chorus I once knew a girl with a funky doo-wop She spent all her money just to look like a mop. Chorus I ask you very con-fidenti-al-ly |
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| 10. |
| 8:07 |
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Take the lowest common denominator,
The tiniest grain of sand. Like the first digit of our fingers Points back to the whole hand. Follow the spear flight Hurled with any lateral Throw it on the clifftop Weaves over the battle Pill of wax descending the candle Late at night, You'd feel a rise at this mantle The catalyst or the detonator The place where it all again The bottom floor of the elevator, The grandfather of the middleman. Follow the spear flight Hurled with any lateral Throw it on the clifftop Weaves over the battle Pill of wax descending the candle Late at night, You'd feel a rise at this mantle Waxing givers Slip between the sheets of minds. Rosetta stone Like the skeleton Reassembled bone by bone by bone by bone Follow the spear flight Hurled with any lateral Throw it on the cliff top Weaves over the battle Pill of wax descending the candle Late at night, You'd feel a rise at this mantle |
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