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Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said, "Do you come from a land down under? Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover." Buying bread from a man in Brussels He was six foot four and full of muscles I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich And he said, "I come from a land down under Where beer does flow and men chunder Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover." Lying in a den in Bombay With a slack jaw, and not much to say I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me Because I come from the land of plenty?" And he said, "Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah) Where women glow and men plunder? Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? You better run, you better take cover." |
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Who can it be knocking at my door?
Go 'way, don't come 'round here no more. Can't you see that it's late at night? I'm very tired, and I'm not feeling right. All I wish is to be alone; Stay away, don't you invade my home. Best off if you hang outside, Don't come in - I'll only run and hide. Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be knocking at my door? Make no sound, tip-toe across the floor. If he hears, he'll knock all day, I'll be trapped, and here I'll have to stay. I've done no harm, I keep to myself; There's nothing wrong with my state of mental health. I like it here with my childhood friend; Here they come, those feelings again! Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Who can it be now? Is it the man come to take me away? Why do they follow me? It's not the future that I can see, It's just my fantasy Oh...Who can it be now? Oh...Who can it...Who can it... Yeah yeah yeah |
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I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright Perahaps its just my imagination Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away Alone between the sheets Only brings exasperation It's time to walk the streets Smell the desperation At least there's pretty lights And though there's little variation It nullifies the night From overkill Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright It's just overkill Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away |
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Dr. Heckyll works late at the laboratory
Where things are not as they seem Dr. Heckyll wishes nothing more desperately Than to fulfill all of his dreams Letting loose with a scream in the dead of night As he's breaking new ground Trying his best to unlock all the secrets But he's not sure what he's found Dr. Heckyll is his own little guinea pig 'Cos they all think he's mad Sets his sights on the search of a lifetime And he's never, never sad Whoa oh, it's off to work he goes In the name of science and all its wonders This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive Not long now till the ultimate experiment He's breaking all the rules He wants to cure all matter of imbalance In this world of fools He locks the door and he looks around nervously He knows there's no one there He drinks it down and waits for some reaction To all his work and care Hey, hey he fumbles for what to say He loves the wo except for all the people This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive Whoa oh, it's out at night he goes He slips easily into conversation Hey hey, he's cool in every way Sometimes he loves to sing that old black magic This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive Believes the underdog will eventually survive |
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