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I'll grab the sun and the moon
I'll hold the world in my hand These things are easy for me I can't make you understand Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Marvel at heaven and hell (Marvel at heaven and hell) Gasp at the Champs-Elysees (Gasp at the Champs-Elysees) Raise the Titanic and then (Raise the Titanic and then) I see you turning away Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling rabbits out of a hat All I get is polite applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Entertaining that's the word I get from you Entertaining and then you bid a fond adieu, well, adieu I'll make a pauper a King (I'll make a pauper a King) I'll turn your water to wine (I'll turn your water to wine) These things are easy for me (These things are easy for me) How come I can't change your mind? Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) Pulling rabbits out of a hat (Pulling rabbits out of a hat) All I get is polite applause (All I get is polite applause) Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause Applause, applause, applause Applause, applause |
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Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favourite type, and you want her tonight Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos, elephants and tacky tigers This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Flying, domestic flying And when the stewardess is near do not show any fear Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You are a khaki-coloured bombadier, it's Hiroshima that you're nearing This town ain't big enough for both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Daily, except for Sunday You dawdle in to the cafe where you meet her (she meet you) each day Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat As 20 cannibals have hold of you, they need their protein just like you do This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Shower, another shower You got to look your best for her, and be clean everywhere Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat The rain is pouring on the foreign town, the bullets cannot cut you down This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Census, the latest census There'll be more girls who live in town though not enough to go round Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You know that this town isn't big enough, not big enough for both of us this town isn't big enough, not big enough for both of us (And) I ain't gonna leave |
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I looked a lot like a Vogue Magazine
Perfect and smooth, they all called me a dream Flawless and loveless, no intimacy I only lived to be seen Not to be touched, too clean Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Billions of dollars are spent on the face Covering, smoothing, and changing the shape Everyone wanted a face just like mine Nobody wanted me Only to look like me Funny Face, I want a Funny Face Funny Face, I want a Funny Face I'm ungrateful but I don't care I hear comments from everywhere Probably nothing behind the face The face, the face That was the day that I jumped off the bridge Trying to end it all, I barely lived Doctor Lamaar said "your face is a mess" All of the rest you can guess I got my one request (He got his one request) And I am happy, yes (And he is happy, yes) I got my one request (He got his Funny Face) And I am happy, yes And I am happy, happy, happy, happy, happy Funny Face, I got my Funny Face Funny Face, I got my Funny Face |
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No, no use in lecturing them, or in threatening them
They will just say "who are you" Is that a question or not, and you see that the plot Is predictable, not new But you're still stunned at the things you will do No, no use in taking their time or in wasting two dimes On a call to God knows who When all you feel is the rain and it's hard to be vain When no person looks at you So just be gracious and wait in the queue CHORUS: So when do I get to sing "My Way" When do I get to feel like Sinatra felt When do I get to sing "My Way" In heaven or hell When do I get to do it my way When do I get to feel like Sid Vicious felt When do I get to sing "My Way" In heaven or hell Yes, it's a tradition they say, like a bright Christmas Day And traditions must go on And though I say, yes I see, no I really don't see Is my smiley face still on? Sign your name with an X, mow the lawn They'll introduce me, "Hello, hello" Women seduce me and champagne flows Then the lights go low There's only one song I know CHORUS There, this home which once was serene, now is home to the screams And to flying plates and shoes But I have no souvenirs of these crackerjack years Not a moment I could choose And not one offer that I could refuse CHORUS |
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I hope it doesn't show
It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way You can dress nautical Learn to tie knots Take lots of Dramamine Out on your yacht But when you're all alone And nothing bites You'll wish you stayed at home With someone nice But when you think you made it disappear It comes again, "Hello, I'm here" and I've got angst in my pants You can be smart as hell Know how to add Know how to figure things On yellow pads Answer so no one knows What you just said But when you're all alone You and your head What's the computer say, it's mumbling now It says "hey Joe" It's spelled it out and "You've got angst in your pants" "You've got angst in your pants" But when you think you've made it disappear You're sure you made it disappear And you've still got angst in your pants I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way It's just a passing phase It'll go 'way I hope it doesn't show It'll go 'way Give it a hundred years It won't go 'way And I've got angst in my pants I've got angst in my pants |
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I like you and you like me a lot
And we do those things that can make us feel hot Then we join some friends, all of them are all right and we talk a while, then we climb in our cars What a night, we all drive into town Where we'll park our caars, and meet the rest of our friends At a place that's called, I forget what it's called But it's really great, and all of our friends will be there CHORUS Popularity Popularity Popularity I like you and you like me a lot And it's nice to be all alone with you too But it's also nice being out with our friends 'Cause they're all right, maybe that's why we're friends CHORUS I feel great, but it's getting real late So I'll drive you home and you'll slide up real close I'm so glad we met, and I like you so much And I'm also glad that I got all those friends CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------ |
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See, the writing's on the wall
You bought the girl a wall Complete with matching ball-point pen You can breathe another day Secure in knowing she won't break you (yet) Something for the girl with everything Have another sweet my dear Don't try to talk my dear Your tiny little mouth is full Here's a flavour you ain't tried You shouldn't try to talk, your mouth is full Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Bearing gifts to aid amnesia She knows everything She knows everything She knew you way back when you weren't yourself Here's a really pretty car I hope it takes you far I hope it takes you fast and far Wow, the engine's really loud Nobody's gonna hear a thing you say Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Where should they leave these imported gimmicks Leave them anywhere Anywhere Make sure that there's a clear path to the door Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Here's a partridge in a tree, A gardener for the tree Complete with ornithologist Careful, careful with that crate You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no Something for the girl who has got everything, Yes everything Hey, come out and say hello Before our friends all go But say no more than just hello Ah, the little girl is shy You see of late she's been quite speechless, very speechless She's got everything |
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Zoo time is she and you time
The mammals are your favourite type, and you want her tonight Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You hear the thunder of stampeding rhinos, elephants and tacky tigers This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Flying, domestic flying And when the stewardess is near do not show any fear Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You are a khaki-coloured bombadier, it's Hiroshima that you're nearing This town ain't big enough for both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Daily, except for Sunday You dawdle in to the cafe where you meet her (she meet you) each day Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat As 20 cannibals have hold of you, they need their protein just like you do This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Shower, another shower You got to look your best for her, and be clean everywhere Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat The rain is pouring on the foreign town, the bullets cannot cut you down This town ain't big enough for the both of us And it ain't me who's gonna leave Census, the latest census There'll be more girls who live in town though not enough to go round Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You know that this town isn't big enough, not big enough for both of us this town isn't big enough, not big enough for both of us (And) I ain't gonna leave |
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Mael-Mael
I was born a little premature Mom just couldn't take no more Had no time to learn to cry Goodbye, Mama, got to fly Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye Entered school when I was two PhD'd that afternoon Never entered any sports Didn't look too good in shorts Got divorced when I was four CHORUS: I've seen everything there is I've done everything there is I've met everyone but Liz Now I've even met ol' Liz No time for relationship Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock, Beat the clock, beat the clock I did lots of travelling Parts of me unraveling The Army then rejected me Said I had two flat feet Wore them out when I was three Too bad there ain't ten of you Then I'd show you what I'd do I could cheat on five of you And be faithful to you too But there's only one of you CHORUS |
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The lawns grow plush in the hinterlands
The perfect little setting for the one night stands. The drapes are drawn and the lights are out It's the time to put in practise what you've dreamed about. Well she can show you what you must do To be more like people better than you. Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she'll let you know Amateur hour goes on and on When you turn pro you know she tells you so. Girls grow tops to go topless in While we sit and count the hairs that blossom from our chins. Our voices change at a rapid pace I could start a song a tenor and then end as bass. So choose your partners everyone If you hesitate the good ones are gone. Amateur hour goes on and on . . . Dance laugh wine dine and talk and sing But those cannot replace what is the real thing It's a lot like playing the violin You cannot start off and be Yehudi Menuhin. So Amateur hour goes on and on . . . |
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"Hello soldier boy," oh boy, she's spewing out her
propaganda, propaganda Might makes right, though you are wrong, you're right to fight her propaganda, propaganda, propaganda "Come to our side," she does say "Come on over," she does say Well I don't need more Competition for Her affection You should fight on Fight on Over there |
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See, the writing's on the wall
You bought the girl a wall Complete with matching ball-point pen You can breathe another day Secure in knowing she won't break you (yet) Something for the girl with everything Have another sweet my dear Don't try to talk my dear Your tiny little mouth is full Here's a flavour you ain't tried You shouldn't try to talk, your mouth is full Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Bearing gifts to aid amnesia She knows everything She knows everything She knew you way back when you weren't yourself Here's a really pretty car I hope it takes you far I hope it takes you fast and far Wow, the engine's really loud Nobody's gonna hear a thing you say Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Where should they leave these imported gimmicks Leave them anywhere Anywhere Make sure that there's a clear path to the door Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Here's a partridge in a tree, A gardener for the tree Complete with ornithologist Careful, careful with that crate You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no Something for the girl who has got everything, Yes everything Hey, come out and say hello Before our friends all go But say no more than just hello Ah, the little girl is shy You see of late she's been quite speechless, very speechless She's got everything |
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Mael-Mael-Moroder
This is the number one song in heaven Written, of course, by the mightiest hand All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master They always follow the Master and his plan This is the number one song in heaven Why are you hearing it now, you ask Maybe you're closer to here than you imagine Maybe you're closer to here than you care to be It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven The number one song all over heaven If you should die before you wake If you should die while crossing the street The song that you'll hear, I guarantee It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven It's number one, all over heaven The number one song all over heaven The one that's the rage up here in the clouds Loud as a crowd or soft as a doubt Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, God how he plays it Gabriel plays it, let's hear him play it The song filters down, down through the clouds It reaches the earth and winds all around And then it breaks up in millions of ways It goes la, la, la...... In cars it becomes a hit In your homes it becomes advertisements And in the streets it becomes the children singing |
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When she's on her best behaviour
Don't be tempted by her favours Never turn your back on Mother Earth Towns are hurled from A to B By hands that looked so smooth to me Never turn your back on Mother Earth Grasp at straws that don't want grasping Gaze at clouds that come down crashing Never turn your back on Mother Earth Three days and two nights away from my friends Amen to anything that brings a quick return To my friends To my friends Never turn your back on Mother Earth I'll admit I was unfaithful But from now on I'll be more faithful Never turn your back on Mother Never turn your back on Mother Never turn your back on Mother Earth |
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