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from The Stray Cats - Rant 'N' Rave With The Stray Cats (1983)
We've been driving allnight long just to reach our destination in your town
We've been five hundred miles everyones asleep there's not a sound Ooh eighteen weels a-rolling, eighteen weels 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 to Memphis Yeah, 18 Miles to Memphis 18 Miles to 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 to 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, California 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 to Memphis Ooh, 18 Miles to Memphis 18 Miles to Memphis Yeah, 18 Miles to Memphis 18 Miles to Memphis ooh, 18 Miles to Memphis 18 Miles to Memphis Well we're 18 Miles to Memphis and we won't leave 'til we rocked you all |
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from The Stray Cats - Rant 'N' Rave With The Stray Cats (1983)
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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] Dig that sound and shake it around you're mine, mine, mine [Repeat] |
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from The Stray Cats - Rant 'N' Rave With The Stray Cats (1983)
Well, there's a forty-nine merc goin' round
Ridin' bout half an inch off of the ground I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang Boom boom shang a lang shimmy shimmy shoo wop bang bang four barrel carburator with a dual exhaust Don't worry what I spend just forget about the cost I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang Boom boom shang a lang shimmy shimmy shoo wop bang bang Thirty one ford with a flat head merc Channelled too low I'm a real gone jerk I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang Boom boom shang a lang shimmy shimmy shoo wop bang bang Oh hotrod car just movin' on down the line Hotrod car just movin' on down the line Well hey pretty baby one day i'm gonna make you mine We're gonna rip off the fender and chop down the top Put her in gear and then we'll rock I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang Boom boom shang a lang shimmy shimmy shoo wop bang bang Thirty day guarantee real good deal Everybody hollor burn them wheels I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang Boom boom shang a lang shimmy shimmy shoo wop bang bang Oh hotrod car just movin' on down the line Hotrod car just movin' on down the line Well hey pretty baby one day i'm gonna make you mine Oh hotrod car just movin' on down the line Hotrod car just movin' on down the line Hey pretty baby one day i'm gonna make you mine |
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from The Stray Cats - Rant 'N' Rave With The Stray Cats (1983)
Well, there's a forty-nine Merc
Goin' 'round Ridin' 'bout half an inch off of the Ground [Chorus:] I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a Hotrod gang I'm in a hotrod gang I'm in a Hotrod gang Boom boom shang a lang shimmy Shimmy shoo wop bang bang Four barrel carborator with a dual Exhaust Don't worry what I spend just Forget about the cost [Chorus] Thirty one ford with a flat head Merc Channelled too low I'm a real gone Jerk [Chorus] Oh hotrod car just movin' on down The line Hotrod car just movin' on down The line Well hey pretty baby, one day I'm Gonna make you mine We're gonna rip off the fender and Chop down the top Put her in gear and then we'll rock [Chorus] Thirty day guarantee real good Deal Everybody hollor burn them Wheels [Chorus] Oh hotrod car just movin' on down The line Hotrod car just movin' on down The line Well hey pretty baby one day I'm Gonna make you mine Oh hotrod car just movin' on down. |
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from The Stray Cats - Rant 'N' Rave With The Stray Cats (1983)
I, I got a low down dirty feeling
That I've been cheated on, and lied to If it's so then it's wrong, we've hung on for so long Why don't we have that magic anymore I got a strange sneaking suspicion That it's been going on for some time now Something shines in your eyes, something stirs deep inside I won't stand in your way anymore You said that I'm just a little guy Who's easily led astray Well aren't you the same little girl Who alway gets her way I, I got a low down dirty feeling That I've been cheated on and lied to (Yeah) If it's so then it's wrong We've hung on for so long I won't stand in your way I won't stand in your way I won't stand in your way I won't stand in your way Anymore |
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from The Stray Cats - Rant 'N' Rave With The Stray Cats (1983)
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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from The Stray Cats - Rant 'N' Rave With The Stray Cats (1983)
Teenage rebels rule okay
I'll be damned if I work all day I think that you look okay I won't even look your way Teenage rebels out all night Teenage rebels drink and fight Rockabilly rebel don't go to school Teenage rebel rule rule rule Hey hey hey hey Teenage rebels rule okay I'll be damned if I work all day I think that you look okay I won't even look your way Teenage rebels out all night Teenage rebels drink and fight Rockabilly rebel don't go to school Teenage rebel rule rule rule Hey hey hey hey You look like something that the cat dragged in Yeah well you look something of an assembly line I think it's high time you pay some rent I'd rather leave home and live in a tent The principal say you've been cuttin' class Well you can take that school and shove it up your ass That music you're playing is way too loud Ooh Rock and Roll is never too loud Teenage rebels rule okay I'll be damned if I work all day I think that you look okay I won't even look your way Teenage rebels out all night Teenage rebels drink and fight Rockabilly rebel don't go to school Ooh teenage rebel rule rule rule Hey hey hey hey |
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from The Stray Cats - Rant 'N' Rave With The Stray Cats (1983)
Yeah, punch my card at five o'clock
Friday night and I'm ready to rock Hit the switch, spin the dial Can't find nothing with a rockin' style Something's wrong with my radio It says slow down, I say go They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock Grease my hair count my dough Tell that D.J. where to go Try to listen for a little while But long-haired music it cramps my style Something's wrong with my radio It says slow down, I say go They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock Well hunk my horn in jumps my gal Just one look and it straightens her curls Radio is off I have a hunch Radio station is out to lunch Something's wrong with my radio It says slow down but I say go They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock Something's wrong with my radio Something's wrong with my radio Oooh, there is something wrong with my radio Something's wrong with my radio They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock |
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from La Bamba (라 밤바) by Miles Goodman [ost] (1987)
Well I'm a gonna raise a fuss
I'm a gonna raise a holler Bout workin all summer just to try to earn a dollar Well the time to go on baby tryin to get a date Boss says no date son you gotta work late Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But their ain't no cure for the summertime blues Well my mom and pop told me son you gotta make some money If you want to use the car then go right on next Sunday Well I didn't go to work told the boss I was sick Now you can't use the car cause you didn't work a lick Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But their ain't no cure for the summertime blues Gonna take two weeks gonna have a fine vacation Gonna take my problem to the United Nation Well I called my congress man and he said quote I would like to help ya son but you're to young to vote Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do But their ain't no cure for the summertime blues |
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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
You're baby blue eyes that you promised tonight have got me in a mess
Why don't you do right and quit try to fight every time we get this stress Your sugar daddy and your money well ain't gonna treat you right You better do something baby whether wrong or right Oh baby tonight's the night They say that love is a wonderful game and it happens everyday Oh why oh why did you pick on me and make things happen this way You got stars in one eye and lies in the other. Now which am I gonna believe You better do something baby whether wrong or right Oh baby tonight's the night They say that love is a wonderful game and it happens everyday Oh why oh why did you pick on me and make things happen this way You got stars in one eye and lies in the other. Now which am I gonna believe You better do something baby whether wrong or right Oh baby tonight's the night You're baby blue eyes that you promised tonight have got me in a mess Why don't you do right and quit try to fight every time we get this stress Your sugar daddy and your money well ain't gonna treat you right You better do something baby whether wrong or right Oh baby tonight's the night |
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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
Rock with me, baby
I'm gonna roll with ya, baby Well, rock with me, baby I wanna roll with you, baby Rock with me, baby Well, rock and roll with me, baby Now rock with me, baby Gonna shake with you, baby All shook with you, baby I wanna shake with you, baby Oh, shake with you, baby Oh, go with you, baby I got a crazy mixed up kid I got rolled up jeans and muds in my hair I got a crazy mixed up kid 'Cause I don't know what to do I'm a crazy mixed up Crazy mixed up kid |
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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
Well, I'm in love with you, baby
And I do declare it's a cryin' shame Well, I'm in love with you, baby And I do declare it's a cryin' shame When I woke up last night And you called me by another man's name Well, I'm sending you right back home Let your mother take care of you Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm sending you right back home to New York Let your mother take care of you Well, I've got lots of things to see Too many things I've gotta do Well, I miss you, girl, and I love you, love And I hope you're doin' fine Just leave me alone, darling Stop sniffin' around my door Or else I'm gonna leave you behind I'm in love with you, baby And I do declare it's a cryin' shame Yeah, heh, heh, I'm in love with you, baby And I do declare it's a cryin' shame When I woke up late last night And you called me by another man's name Out the door Well, I miss you, girl, and I love you, love And I hope you're doin' fine Just leave me alone, darling Stop sniffin' around my door Or else I'm gonna leave you behind I'm sending you right back home Let your mother take care of you Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm sending you right back home Let your mother take care of you I've got lots of things to see Too many things I've gotta do, yeah I love you all night long What else is there that I can do? I love you all night long, darling What else is there that I can do? |
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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah
Gonna ball, like I never did ball before I may never get a break like this in life no more I got money in my pocket, I ain't begging for friends Cadillac, El Dorado, and it's gone to my head Short time to live, long time to stay dead I ain't doin' no favors, I ain't asking for none 'Cause I got money, I can pay for my fun That's the way I want it, that's the way it must be done Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah Gonna ball, like I never did ball before I may never get a break like this in life no more I said little mama, we're gonna jump and shout When that El Dorado holds up and I can walk it out I wanna stay, pretty baby, you don't know what it's all about I want no special woman, I want no special friend I want a good time stay, yeah, tomorrow I may be down again Don't dial my number, I'll tell you when Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah Gonna ball, like I never did ball before I may never get a break like this in life no more What'd I tell ya Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah Gonna ball, like I never did ball before I may never get a break like this in life no more I got money in my pocket, I ain't begging for friends Cadillac, El Dorado, and it's gone to my head Short time to live, long time to stay dead I ain't doin' no favors, I ain't asking for none 'Cause I got money, I can pay for my fun That's the way I want it, that's the way it must be done Gonna ball, like I never did ball before, yeah Gonna ball, like I never did ball before I may never get a break like this in life no more |
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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
Well I know a little lady, she lives down London way,
She talks and talks all night, but she ain't got much to say. She don't need no ones opinion, don't want no interruptions, Just shuts up long enough to reapply the suction Well she's little miss prissy, and she love you, But she ain't worth a dime Well I swallow all her comments, make her all remarks, When I finally get her where I want her, Her bite's worse than her bark. Well she's little miss prissy, she love you, But she ain't worth the time She ain't worth the time Well I know a little lady, she lives down London way, She talks and talks all night, but she ain't got much to say. She don't need no ones opinion, don't need no interruptions, Just shuts up long enough to reapply the suction Well she's little miss prissy, and she love you, But she ain't worth the time She ain't worth the time But she ain't worth the time She ain't worth the time. Oh no Well she's little miss prissy, and she love you, But she ain't worth the time |
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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
All those long and lonely summer nights
That I have spent alone Just thinking of you don't make dreams come true When you're so far away All those lovely moonlit summer nights I guess they're all in vain I know that I could don't know if I should I want you in my arms again Here I just sitting lonely Just counting the days I've to stay But how do I know I still love you When you're so far away All those long and lonely summer nights I guess they're all in vain Just thinking of you don't make dreams come true I want you in my arms again Here I just sitting lonely Just counting the days I've to stay But how do I know I still love you When you're so far away All those long and lonely summer nights I guess they're all in vain Just thinking of you don't make dreams come true When you're so far away We'll be together somehow, someday Oooh |
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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
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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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
Here's a little game called hide and go seek
Put your hands over your eyes and please don't peek You stay here til I find you And when I find you baby I'll tell you what to do Wasn't that good Wasn't that good Wasn't that good I love to play games with you Here's another game called kissing in the dark We can play it in my room or over in the park I'll go turn the lights all out And when the game is over you know what it's about Wasn't that good Wasn't that good Wasn't that good I love to play games with you Here's a little game called hide and go seek Put your hands over your eyes and please don't peek You stay here til I find you And when I find you baby I'll tell you what to do Baby wasn't that good Oh honey, wasn't that good Wasn't that good I love to play games with you Wasn't that good Wasn't that good Wasn't that good Oh honey, wasn't that good Wasn't that good I love to play games with you |
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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
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 only 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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from The Stray Cats - Gonna Ball (1987)
I never understand what you do to me,
But I'll never get right down, on bended knee. But I cry, and I cry, and I cry. I don't think you know you've done me wrong, But still I've been in love now, oh, so long. But I try, and I try, and I try, And you don't believe me. I give you my house, my heart, my home. When I'm gone you're not alone. You never hear a thing I say, And it happens every day. Why, why, why, why, why, why are you never home? While I, I, I, I, I, sit here, by the phone. 'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, And you don't believe me. Oh lord, I give you my house, my heart, my home. When I'm gone you're not alone. You never hear a thing I say, And it happens every day. Why, why, why, why, why, why are you never home? While I, I, I, I, I, sit here by the phone. 'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, And you don't believe me. Well I try, and I try, and I try, And you don't believe me Well I try, and I try, and I try, And you don't believe me. |
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from Funny Girl (퍼니 걸) [ost] (1988)
안녕하세요? 멜론 입니다. 멜론에서는 회원 여러분들의 가사등록 참여를 기다리고 있습니다. 참여방법은 우측 상단의 가사입력 버튼을 누르신 뒤 입력해 주시면 됩니다. 입력해 주신 가사는 멜론 서비스 관리자의 확인을 통해 멜론 서비스에 제공되며, 입력하신 분의 아이디도 함께 등록됩니다. 감사합니다. - 허위 가사나 광고성 게시물을 등록하였을 경우, 멜론서비스에 적용되지 않으며, 게시자에게 사전 또는 사후 통보 없이 삭제할 수 있습니다. |
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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
Well, I don't know what's the matter Oh, what's the matter with me Well, I don't know what's the matter Oh, what's the matter with me Well, I can't control my legs now And I can't hardly see Well, I'm smoking past the filter And it's burning my lips Well, I'm smoking past the filter And it's burning my lips My body is a shakin' Down to my finger tips Oh, please let me stay here Well, let me stay here tonight C'mon baby let me stay here Let me stay here tonight I want to crawl baby crawl up I want to crawl up and die Ohh! Well, I'm searchin' for the poison That's gotta keep me alive Well, I'm searchin' for the poison That's gotta keep me alive And if I don't find that poison I'm gonna crawl up and die Well, I can't control this feeling That I'm having inside Well, I can't control this feeling That I'm having inside I want to crawl baby crawl up I want to crawl up and die Oh, please let me stay here Well, let me stay here tonight C'mon baby let me stay here Let me stay here tonight I want to crawl baby crawl up I want to crawl up and die Oh, please let me stay here Well, let me stay here tonight C'mon baby let me stay here Let me stay here tonight I want to crawl baby crawl up I want to crawl up and die and die and die |
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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
My friends tried to tell me, but they were too late, yeah
What a fool I was to fall for your bait, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss-a-me baby, I don't mean maybe Double talkin' baby, please make up your mind Oh-oh-oh-oh, first you said you would, if you just could, yeah Then you said you could if you just would, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss me baby, I don't mean maybe Double talkin' baby, please make up your mind (Yeah) Now you said you would if you still could, yeah I bet you probably will if I keep still, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss me baby, I don't mean maybe A-double talkin' baby, please make up your mind (Yeah, git-it, go, rock) My friends tried to tell me, but they were too late, yeah What a fool I was to fall for your bait, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss me baby, I don't mean maybe A-double talkin' baby, please make up your mind Oh-oh-oh-oh, first you said you would-hood, if you just could, yeah Then you said you could if you just would, yeah You drive me crazy, kiss me baby, I don't mean maybe Double talkin' baby, please make up your mind ... Yeah... |
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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings
When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin' Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings Well she's got a pair in pink She's got a pair in red When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings One time Well she's got a pair in pink She's got a pair in red When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings Rock it again now Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin' Singing wab bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings |
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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
I want to walk with you, talk with you all night long
And there's no better time than tonight When I get you under the stars above Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire I want to date with you would be great with you baby tonight When I get you into my arms tonight everything's gonna turn out right Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Well all the time I waisted baby be my steady date I want to make up for lost time. Tonight I just can't wait Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Well all the time I waisted baby be my steady date I want to make up for lost time. Tonight I just can't wait Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Well all the time I waisted baby be my steady date I want to make up for lost time. Tonight I just can't wait Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire |
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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
Well my baby and me went out late Saturday night
I had my hair piled high and my baby just looks so right Well, pick you up at ten got to have you home by two, Mama don''t know what I''ve got in store for you Well that''s alright ''cause we''re looking as cool as can be Well we found a little place that really didn''t look half bad I''ll have a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put a quarter right into that can, but all it played was disco man C''mon pretty baby, let''s get outta here right away. We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, make ''m scream and shout Let''s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We''re gonna rock till we pop, We''re gonna roll till we We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out Well we''re having a ball just bopping on the big dance floor Well there''s a real square cat he looks nineteen seventy four Well, you look at me once, you look at me twice, You look at me again there''s gonna be a 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 ''m scream and shout Let''s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We''re gonna rock till we pop, We''re gonna roll till we We''re gonna rock this town, rock this place apart We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, make ''m scream and shout Let''s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We''re gonna rock till we pop, We''re gonna roll till we We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out |
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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
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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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
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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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
Fifteen man taken captive in a hostile foreign land
Scorchin' sun beaming down onto miles and miles of sand A mideast country being ruled By a man who thinks it's fun To hold our people in return For a sjah that's on the run I think it's funny Freedom takes money It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well that's tough shit Man it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shootin' down you and me Scourge of suits in control Of the diplomaticness While the nations of the world Look on and they care less The Soviet Union won't agree To an economic plan And then they laugh and march their troops into Afghanistan Orders from Moscow Invade Teheran now It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well that's tough shit Man it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shootin' at you and me A nation worries and reads the papers Hoping that no-one has died Hearin' rumours that the hostages Will soon be tried as spies Demonstrations on the street Saying that the end is near The man from New York Times on vacation Wants to know what happened here aggressive acts now We want the best now Fifteen moms crying Is my son dying ? It's a heartache and it's hard luck Well that's tough shit Man it's no fun Storm the Iranian embassy Before they start shootin' at you and me |
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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
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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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
OoooOoooOooo-ah!
Well I rocked over Italy and I rocked over Spain Rocked in Memphis, it was all the same. 'Till I rocked to Africa and rolled off the ship, Seen them natives do an odd looking skip. Parted the weeds and looked over the swamp, And I seen them cats doing the Ubangi Stomp. Ubangi stomp, reggae roll, beats any stomp that you ever been told. Ubangi stomp, Ubangi style, when it hits it drives them Ubangi's wild. Well I looked up the chief he invited me in, He said, Hey big jam session's about to begin He handed me a tom tom, I picked up the beat, That crazy thing send shivers to my feet. I rocked and I rolled, skipped with a smile, Gonna Ubangi stomp man, Ubangi style. Ubangi stomp, reggae roll, beats any stomp that you ever been told. Ubangi stomp, Ubangi style, when it hits it drives them Ubangi's wild. Well I rocked all night and part of the day, Had a good rockin' time with the chief's daugher May. We were making good time and gettin' to know, When the Captain said, "Sorry we gotta go." Well, well that's all right man now, go right ahead, Gonna Ubangi stomp 'till I roll over dead. Ubangi stomp, reggae roll, beats any stomp that you ever been told. Ubangi stomp, Ubangi style, when it hits it drives them Ubangi's wild. |
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from The Stray Cats - Stray Cats (1989)
roll roll roll bop man bop I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it, Yeah, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that wild saxophone I wanna mambo, jambo, do my number Hold my baby all the summer Every time I hear that wild saxophone I wanna rock rock rock roll roll roll bop man bop I wanna flip it, flop it, really bop it, Aaaaah, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that wild saxophone Every time I hear that wild saxophone Every time I hear that wild saxophone Every time I hear that wild saxophone |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Always a queen, always so fine, always some joker standin' in line
To get a view, and now he's hittin' on you Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues Since you were a babe you've been heaven sent Just think of all the money These crazy men have spent on you I guess I'm one of them too Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues Now there must be times when you get tired of being idolized It's got you searchin' for a man who ain't that kinda guy Where you gonna be when you get old You're gonna need somebody to have and to hold on to Who really cares about you. I do Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues Always a queen, always so fine, always some joker standin' in line To get a view, and now he's hittin' on you Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues I'm gonna tell you since you were a babe you've been heaven sent Just think of all the money These crazy men have spent on you I guess I'm one of them too Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues Now there must be times when you get tired of being idolized It's got you searchin' for a man who ain't that kinda guy Where you gonna be when you get old You're gonna need somebody to have and to hold on to Who really cares about you. Well let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful Let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful Let me hear you sing it Baby sing the beautiful blues |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Low down dealin' in Memphis a card game in a back room
I was lookin' at my last dollar hopin' lady luck would come by soon They raised the betting limit the cards were flying fast I bet away my future I'd already lost my past I can't go back to Memphis I can't go back to Memphis - I played out every game Can't go back to Memphis Can't go back to Memphis - Everybody knows my name Too many people wanna even out the score And I can't go back to Memphis no more I hung out on the east side I heard my reputation was in doubt It was starting to look like a bad ride It looked like time for gettin' out I sent the man a message said I was gonna split He sent a message back that said I don't let nobody quit I can't go back to Memphis I can't go back to Memphis - I played out every game Can't go back to Memphis Can't go back to Memphis - Everybody knows my name Too many people wanna even out the score And I can't go back to Memphis no more I tried my best to beat the system but the system put me back in my place They maintained a delicate balance where no one got in nobody's face I tried to make a dollar just surviving in the streets I fought the gangs, I fought the law but they both had me beat I can't go back to Memphis I can't go back to Memphis - I played out every game I can't go back to Memphis Can't go back to Memphis - Everybody knows my name Too many people wanna even out the score And I can't go back to Memphis no more I can't go back to Memphis I can't go back to Memphis Get outta town |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Where does it say all the love that we made must disappear
And who made the rule that the one who is cruel won't cry the tears Well we woke up unsatisfied, got out of bed and said goodbye But don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love I got down on my knees and prayed to the lord above Don't leave me now, baby realize you can't make our love a sacrifice But don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Who pays the cost if the love that is lost goes unredeemed And why should I care if this cross that I bear is destiny My heart was pure, my love was strong forgive me if I've done you wrong But don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love I got down on my knees and prayed to the lord above Don't leave me now, baby realize you can't make our love a sacrifice Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Where does it say all the love that we made must disappear And who made the rule that the one who is cruel won't cry the tears Well now I know how cruel thou art Have mercy baby on my heart Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love I got down on my knees and prayed to the lord above Don't leave me now, baby realize you can't make our love a sacrifice Don't leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't you leave me here dying on the cross of love Don't you leave me here dying on the cross of love |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Pick you up on a Saturday night
Hopin' that later I can hold you tight Spendin' my money like it's out of style Pull up in my truck It brings a smile from you baby You don't like it I'll say goodnight I don't need no crybaby goodbye Took you out on another date I begged you baby Please don't be late Supposed to ready 'Bout an hour ago Me downstairs just pacin' the floor You're late I'll wait The moon is risin', we could be driven Girl we're just wastin' time With all your cryin' your just denying Any love that comes to you Bless my soul what's wrong with you Whinin' all the time just like babies do Playin' your games just not my bag Why must you be such a drag No fun I'm done |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
All night long way black top highway midnight hitting a groove
Mustang radio rag top jukebox hound dog don't be cruel Roadside rest stop all night truck stop side show out of a van Rhinestone lunchbox ashtray junk shop key chain hitting the fan [Chorus] Elvis on velvet, don't know why it makes me blue Elvis on velvet, it's got a strange effect on you Elvis on velvet, somehow it makes me mad Elvis on velvet, and I can see him tonight up on the road ahead Well drift back daydream Memphis street scene 1955 Street flair flat bed three piece string band shaking man alive Then heartbreak hotel, jailhouse rock, love me tender please I'm all shooked up, too much, so treat me nice and wear my ring [Chorus] Well Graceland wasteland right this way ma'am one low price to pay His life, his love, his home, his stuff, his final resting place Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, thy records re-released All kneel to second guess and bless him, let him rest in peace [Chorus] |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
The wind is blowin' beercans down a cold deserted street
I feel as empty as those beercans rollin' past my feet I can hear Chicago blues from an out of tune guitar And a 1939 neon sign buzzin' above the bar I'm at an intersection lost my direction and I don't know which way to go She left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love She left me on the corner of lust and love I got an old tattoo dedicated to you covered up with thorns But the heart bleeds through and your name does too forever on my arm Each night I go walkin' through the darkness all alone But I never get of that dirty old street no matter how far I roam I'm at an intersection lost my direction and I don't know which way to go She left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love She left me on the corner of lust and love Underneath the street light I strain my eyes to see The silhouettes reflection of a long black mercury Shadows on the pavement from the corners of my eye Fool me into thinkin' my baby's passin' by Intersection lost my direction and I don't know which way to go You're the only one I've been thinking of Left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love She left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love Left me on the corner of lust and love |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Sittin' by myself lookin' out a broken window
And out on the street crowds of people passin' by But how are they to know I'm feeling so alone I feel like I could break down and cry Now I know how broken hearts must feel But my heart is a liar for you My heart is a liar it's true The flame keep on burnin', burnin' so high Never gonna die Sittin' all alone, feelin' sorry for myself I catch my reflection and I see the kinda fool I've been But how was I to know I had to let you go The only way to make it alright Now you've lit the flame again My heart is a liar for you My heart is a liar it's true The flame keep on burnin', burnin' so high It's never gonna die Sometimes I think, I pass you by But it's just love blinding my eyes Sittin' all alone, feelin' sorry for myself I catch my reflection and I see the kinda fool I've been But how was I to know I had to let you go The only way to make it alright Now you've lit the flame again My heart is a liar for you My heart is a liar it's true The flame keeps burnin', burnin' so high It's never gonna die No no My heart is a liar for you My heart is a liar it's true The flame keeps burnin', burnin' so high Never gonna die |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Train arrived sixteen coaches long
Train arrived sixteen coaches long Well that long black train It's got my baby and gone Train train comin' around the bend Train train comin' around the bend Train train comin' around the bend Train train comin' around the bend Well it took my baby But it never will again Train train comin' around the bend Train train comin' around the bend Well it took my baby But it never will again |
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from Stray Cats - Choo Choo Hot Fish (1994)
Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much Well there ain't no other woman that makes me feel this way When she comes up close I just ain't got a word to say Please don't touch I shake so much Please don't touch I shake so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much You know I get so nervous when I see her eyes that shine She looks right through me and a shiver runs down my spine Please don't touch I shake so much Please don't touch I shake so much I don't know why she's got her claws in me I wanna be a bachelor fancy free Runnin' from the preacher oh what a relief Spending my life just shakin' like a leaf I remember the first time her ruby lips brushed my cheek Well I opened up my mouth but the rest of me just couldn't speak Please don't touch I shake so much Please don't touch I shake so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much I don't know why she's got her claws in me I wanna be a bachelor fancy free Runnin' from the preacher oh what a relief Spending my life just shakin' like a leaf I remember the first time her ruby lips brushed my cheek I opened up my mouth but the rest of me just couldn't speak Please don't touch I shake so much Please don't touch I shake so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much Don't you touch me baby 'cause I'm shakin' so much |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
We've been driving allnight long just to reach our destination in your town
We've been five hundred miles everyones asleep there's not a sound Ooh eighteen weels a-rolling, eighteen weels 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 to Memphis Yeah, 18 Miles to Memphis 18 Miles to 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 to 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, California 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 to Memphis Ooh, 18 Miles to Memphis 18 Miles to Memphis Yeah, 18 Miles to Memphis 18 Miles to Memphis ooh, 18 Miles to Memphis 18 Miles to Memphis Well we're 18 Miles to Memphis and we won't leave 'til we rocked you all |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
You're baby blue eyes that you promised tonight have got me in a mess
Why don't you do right and quit try to fight every time we get this stress Your sugar daddy and your money well ain't gonna treat you right You better do something baby whether wrong or right Oh baby tonight's the night They say that love is a wonderful game and it happens everyday Oh why oh why did you pick on me and make things happen this way You got stars in one eye and lies in the other. Now which am I gonna believe You better do something baby whether wrong or right Oh baby tonight's the night They say that love is a wonderful game and it happens everyday Oh why oh why did you pick on me and make things happen this way You got stars in one eye and lies in the other. Now which am I gonna believe You better do something baby whether wrong or right Oh baby tonight's the night You're baby blue eyes that you promised tonight have got me in a mess Why don't you do right and quit try to fight every time we get this stress Your sugar daddy and your money well ain't gonna treat you right You better do something baby whether wrong or right Oh baby tonight's the night |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
Cruisin', lookin' for my gal
I'm cruisin', goin' don't know where I'm cruisin', got to find my gal I'm cruisin' for a bruisin' That man with her is gonna get Cruisin', got to find my gal I'm cruisin', goin' here and there I'm cruisin', got to find my gal I'm cruisin' for a fight That man with her will have tonight, cruise Crusin', ought to find my cat Cruisin', so we can be a pair Cruisin', wonderin' where she's at I'm cruisin' for my date I hope, I find before it's way too late, rock Cruisin', lookin' for my gal I'm cruisin', going don't know where I'm cruisin, lookin' for my gal I'm cruisin' for to bruise him bad That man with her is gonna get Cruisin', cruisin', cruisin', cruisin' Cruisin', cruisin', I'm cruisin' |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
All night long way black top highway midnight hitting a groove
Mustang radio rag top jukebox hound dog don't be cruel Roadside rest stop all night truck stop side show out of a van Rhinestone lunchbox ashtray junk shop key chain hitting the fan [Chorus] Elvis on velvet, don't know why it makes me blue Elvis on velvet, it's got a strange effect on you Elvis on velvet, somehow it makes me mad Elvis on velvet, and I can see him tonight up on the road ahead Well drift back daydream Memphis street scene 1955 Street flair flat bed three piece string band shaking man alive Then heartbreak hotel, jailhouse rock, love me tender please I'm all shooked up, too much, so treat me nice and wear my ring [Chorus] Well Graceland wasteland right this way ma'am one low price to pay His life, his love, his home, his stuff, his final resting place Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, thy records re-released All kneel to second guess and bless him, let him rest in peace [Chorus] |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings
When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin' Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings Well she's got a pair in pink She's got a pair in red When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings One time Well she's got a pair in pink She's got a pair in red When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings Rock it again now Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin' Singing wab bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
Give it to me, give it to me
Oh, give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you Give it to me, oh, give your love to me Give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you There's no such thing as love for jealous fools And I'm the biggest fool, I think I oughta know Now you've got a brand new set of rules I can't play by And all of a sudden everyone else knows everything Oh, give it to me, give it to me Why don't you give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you Give it to me, oh, give your love to me, give it to me I'm gonna give it to you A love so hot, it burns to touch A love so hot, you're too much to hold onto By the way that's a cute smile you've got I can't believe I'm not laying next to you tonight, yeah Give it to me, give it to me Oh, give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you Give it to me, oh, give your love to me Give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you, alright Oh, give it to me, give it to me Why don't you give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you Give it to me, oh, give your love to me Give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you Hurry up, come out and see the stars tonight They're spelling out your name in violet shades of white When your name appears, they say there's no way you can turn away Don't turn away from me tonight Give it to me, give it to me Why don't you give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you Give it to me, oh, give your love to me Give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you Give it to me, give it to me Why don't you give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you Give it to me, oh, give your love to me Give it to me, I'm gonna give it to you Three, four |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
Breaking rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won Well I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won Well I miss my baby and I feel so bad I guess my race is run She's the best friend I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won Well I'm robbin' people with a six gun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won Well I miss my baby and the good fun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won Well I miss my baby and I feel so bad I guess my race is run She's the best friend I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
I, I got a low down dirty feeling
That I've been cheated on, and lied to If it's so then it's wrong, we've hung on for so long Why don't we have that magic anymore I got a strange sneaking suspicion That it's been going on for some time now Something shines in your eyes, something stirs deep inside I won't stand in your way anymore You said that I'm just a little guy Who's easily led astray Well aren't you the same little girl Who alway gets her way I, I got a low down dirty feeling That I've been cheated on and lied to (Yeah) If it's so then it's wrong We've hung on for so long I won't stand in your way I won't stand in your way I won't stand in your way I won't stand in your way Anymore |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
All those long and lonely summer nights
That I have spent alone Just thinking of you don't make dreams come true When you're so far away All those lovely moonlit summer nights I guess they're all in vain I know that I could don't know if I should I want you in my arms again Here I just sitting lonely Just counting the days I've to stay But how do I know I still love you When you're so far away All those long and lonely summer nights I guess they're all in vain Just thinking of you don't make dreams come true I want you in my arms again Here I just sitting lonely Just counting the days I've to stay But how do I know I still love you When you're so far away All those long and lonely summer nights I guess they're all in vain Just thinking of you don't make dreams come true When you're so far away We'll be together somehow, someday Oooh |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
I saved a place in my heart
For your warm sweet embrace I saved a place by my side for you And your farewell, just for the record, sounded so sincere And the girl on my left is lookin' better every beer I've done my time, I paid my dues Just to see the skies of blue It's just as hard being lonely As it is to be with you And when you parted You just knew I'd drown in my own tears And the girl on my left is lookin' better every beer I've given up feeling sorry for myself I've still some pride left inside And I'll find someone else I saved a place in my heart For your warm sweet embrace I saved a place by my side for you And your farewell, just for the record, sounded so sincere And the girl on my left is lookin' better every beer |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
Ooowee Suzy, baby you're my lucky charm
Ooowee Suzy, baby you're my lucky charm Ooowee Suzy, your're my lucky charm Together we'll go walkin' arm in arm Ooowee Suzy, baby you're my lucky charm Ooowee Suzy, baby you've got beautiful legs Ooowee Suzy, baby you've got beautiful legs You've got beautiful legs and a lovely shape I've got my eyes on you baby and you can't escape Ooowee Suzy, baby you're my lucky charm I feel lucky Yeah if you want to you can think about it, sleep on it, damn it all tomorrow Yeah if you want to you can think about it, sleep on it, damn it all tomorrow Tell your mother and your father that you won't be home tonight We can meet up in the woods underneath the pale moon light Ooowee Suzy, baby you're my lucky charm Ooowee Baby you're my lucky charm Ooowee Suzy, baby you're my lucky charm |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
I want to walk with you, talk with you all night long
And there's no better time than tonight When I get you under the stars above Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire I want to date with you would be great with you baby tonight When I get you into my arms tonight everything's gonna turn out right Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Well all the time I waisted baby be my steady date I want to make up for lost time. Tonight I just can't wait Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Well all the time I waisted baby be my steady date I want to make up for lost time. Tonight I just can't wait Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Well all the time I waisted baby be my steady date I want to make up for lost time. Tonight I just can't wait Put your lips to mine with your kiss of fire. Oh yeah Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire Just to be with you baby tonight is my one desire |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
Well my baby and me went out late Saturday night
I had my hair piled high and my baby just looks so right Well, pick you up at ten got to have you home by two, Mama don''t know what I''ve got in store for you Well that''s alright ''cause we''re looking as cool as can be Well we found a little place that really didn''t look half bad I''ll have a whiskey on the rocks and change of a dollar for the jukebox Well, I put a quarter right into that can, but all it played was disco man C''mon pretty baby, let''s get outta here right away. We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, make ''m scream and shout Let''s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We''re gonna rock till we pop, We''re gonna roll till we We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out Well we''re having a ball just bopping on the big dance floor Well there''s a real square cat he looks nineteen seventy four Well, you look at me once, you look at me twice, You look at me again there''s gonna be a 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 ''m scream and shout Let''s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We''re gonna rock till we pop, We''re gonna roll till we We''re gonna rock this town, rock this place apart We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, make ''m scream and shout Let''s rock, rock, rock man rock, rock We''re gonna rock till we pop, We''re gonna roll till we We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We''re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
Yeah, punch my card at five o'clock
Friday night and I'm ready to rock Hit the switch, spin the dial Can't find nothing with a rockin' style Something's wrong with my radio It says slow down, I say go They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock Grease my hair count my dough Tell that D.J. where to go Try to listen for a little while But long-haired music it cramps my style Something's wrong with my radio It says slow down, I say go They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock Well hunk my horn in jumps my gal Just one look and it straightens her curls Radio is off I have a hunch Radio station is out to lunch Something's wrong with my radio It says slow down but I say go They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock Something's wrong with my radio Something's wrong with my radio Oooh, there is something wrong with my radio Something's wrong with my radio They might stare, but baby I don't care We're gonna rock rock rock |
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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
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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from The Stray Cats - Runaway Boys: A Retrospective '81 To '92 (1997)
I need love, love to ease my mind;
I need to find, find someone to call mine; but mama said you can't hurry love, no you just have to wait, she said love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take. You can't hurry love, no, you just have to wait, you gotta trust, give it time, no matter how long it takes; but how many heartaches must I stand before I find a love to let me live again. Right now the only thing that keeps me hanging on, when I feel my strength, yeah, it's almost gone, I remember mama said, You can't hurry love, no you just have to wait, she said love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take. How long must I wait how much more can I take, before loneliness will 'cause my heart, heart to break? No, I can't bear to live my life alone. I grow impatient for a love to call my own; but when I feel that I, I can't go on, these precious words keeps me hanging on; I remember mama said, can't hurry love, no you just have to wait, she said love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take. You can't hurry love, no you just have to wait, she said love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take no matter how long it takes. No love, love don't come easy, but I keep on waiting, anticipating for that soft voice to talk to me at night, for some tender arms to hold me tight. I keep waiting; I keep on waiting, but it ain't easy, it ain't easy when mama said you can't hurry love no, you just have to wait; she said trust, give it time no matter how long it takes. You can't hurry love You just have to wait, She said love don't come easy It's a game of give and take. |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
I wanna mambo, sambo, do my number
Hold my baby all the summer Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rip it rock it, really bop it Flip it, flop it, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rock rock rock Roll roll roll Bop bop bop I wanna rip it rock it, really bop it Whoaaaaa, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rock rock rock Roll roll roll Bop bop bop. by Gabita |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
I had one cup of coffee and a cigarette
Then I rolled out of bed with my shirt soaking wet If I was gonna get movin', now was the time So I packed up my bags and my Gretsch '59 It's a tough life, love But when push comes to shove It's the only life for Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool Played his guitar and he sang like a fool Don't let the big boys grind you down Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool He was a rebel that broke all the rules Everyone can't stop talkin' about The legend of Johnny Kool It was darker than black, not a star in the sky So I revved on the engine and let that Mercury fly With the wind blowin' by at a 105 It gave me a thrill just bein' alive It's a tough life, love But when push comes to shove It's the only life for Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool Played his guitar and he sang like a fool Don't let the big boys grind you down Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool He was a rebel that broke all the rules Everyone can't stop talkin' about The legend of Johnny Kool Rumor had it now this cat had it all He was loud, he was wild, and he sure rocked the hall Some guy grabbed my arm and I jumped on the stage And I was rockin' with a guy who was twice my age It's a tough life, love But when push comes to shove It's the only life for Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool Played his guitar and he sang like a fool Don't let the big boys grind you down Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool He was a rebel that broke all the rules Everyone can't stop talkin' about The legend of Johnny Kool |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
Cruisin' 'round this hopeless town, Down the lovely streets of desire You're my angel of mercy all dressed in white And I'm a smokin' gun for hire Takin' a walk on the wild side Johnny's got a habit that he can't hide Livin' life from high to high When nighttime comes, you can hear him cry Buzz buzz goes the needle With each jolt of pain, I call out your name Buzz buzz goes the needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain Day is night and night is day Being alive just gets in the way The twisting snake inside his brain Whispers to him, "Time to kill the pain" They told him opportunity was just around the corner Well, he wore out his shoes tryin' to find that corner He might just pick himself up again Until it happens, until then Buzz buzz goes the needle With each jolt of pain, I call out your name Buzz buzz goes the needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain He's not a new tattoo dedicated to you As the ink and the blood mix with pain It's a man on a white horse goin' nowhere And the man has no face or no name With the walls closin' in, he's runnin' for cover He's spinnin' way out of control He might just pick himself up again Until it happens, until then Buzz buzz goes the needle With each jolt of pain, I call out your name Buzz buzz goes the needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain Buzz buzz goes the needle Each drop of blood is a token of love Buzz buzz goes the needle And I want a sign from above |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by J. Strummer and B. Setzer
As I came across the Pecos and broke west of the line This thunderstorm was running and it ran me out of time So I was racing through the rain with this rig from Tennessee When a voice cut through the static, bringing comfort home to me They were singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring Now the levee wall was breaking, rocks were rolling from the ridge The announcer broke in, saying there was a bus trapped on the bridge So I turned my rig around, I was axle-deep in mud And I found those people stranded, the bridge was groaning in the flood Still my radio was singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring With the grinding of my engine, I hauled those people free With the raging river rising, the driver came thanking me So I told him about the message; he said, That can't be right The storm knocked out the radio tower late last Saturday night But through the static we heard singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring Them old truckers gonna tell you down the lonely interstate Out the dead air on the waveband, the Texas Playboys break You'll hear a keening voice, Bob Wills is with you as you drive And you'll know you got a broadcast straight from 1935 Can you hear him singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
Hey, Louis Prima We gotta get the hell outta town 'Cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips And her boyfriend don't want me around And wouldn't it be kinda funny If we got outta town with all the money Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down We were doin' all-nighters Cruisin' to a gig in Vegas Don't know what was goin' on But it surely did become contagious! When we pulled up to the show Ten thousand people or more all yelled out "Man your band is truly outrageous!" Hey, Louis Prima Man, you make 'em jump and shout I got a five-dollar bet on a two-dollar bill You're gonna show 'em what it's all about And wouldn't it be kinda funny If we got outta town with all the money Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down Hey, Louis Prima There's something that I just gotta know Have you still got that old black magic Or are you just a gigolo? All we need is some Sam Butera Then we can say "Buona Sera" Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
You say you love me baby Well this ain't no lost and found I've got just one deal to make then I'll be trouble bound They say that you're a doll, that with you I'll keep on winnin' I think they're talkin' 'bout the kind of doll that you stick pins in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll If you keep on sinnin', I'll stick another pin in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll I asked the fortune teller where my love might be She gazed into her crystal ball then looked straight up at me I told her when your eyes met mine you cast an evil spell I made a deal with the devil man, my soul to him I'd sell You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll If you keep on sinnin', I'll just stick another pin in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll Got your gris-gris and your mojo, but it won't work on me Now you're mixin' up some love potion #3 Got my deal signed in blood and there ain't no turnin' back Cost me all of my money and my pink Cadillac You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll If you keep on sinnin', I'll stick another pin in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
Diamonds and pearls, black silk stockings In her own world when she's rockin' She don't hang out with anyone else in the crowd Stiletto heels on the dance floor Does what she feels as the crowd roars She doesn't care what anyone else thinks of her My baby only cares for me We're a ship in the night all alone on the sea My baby only cares for me Give her a wink, exchange glances She doesn't give second chances Hey loverboy, you ain't got nothin' she needs Barons and earls would love to date her Better you should know sooner than later Hey, just one dance and you'll be caught in her trance My baby only cares for me We're a ship in the night all alone on the sea My baby only cares for me Silently waiting for love to explode on the scene Secretly wishing for someone to sweep her away What can I say? It could happen Black caviar, champagne cocktails Come as you are if all else fails Hey, here's the thing, she's got the world on a string My baby only cares for me We're a ship in the night all alone on the sea My baby only cares for me |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer and J. McDonnell
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 tough 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 They sew fishhooks under their collars They got razors in their shoes I said, "Go cat go," their battle cry World War III is startin' to brew Now the skinheads all use blackjacks And they're lookin' mighty mean They got chains wrapped around their fingers And their heads are all shaved 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 standin' So let's all go get a beer No team is a 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 a sideline view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There's a rumble in Brighton tonight |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by J. Strummer and B. Setzer
When it's raining and times are hard And there's too much junk in the backyard You hope for a rainbow Be it lotto or keno In the trailer park That's the light in the dark In all of the valleys Under lucky stars By the satellite dishes And the non-running cars I'm feeling all the people dreaming Blue tiles are cool All around the pool Greek columns are fine But give me a deal on the vine Nothing pretentious I haven't changed I got sixty billion But I'm still the same The pool is hot The beer is cold The cigar costs a lot And the wine is old Where the car reps dream Like Walter Mitty Oh, book me a berth In Sammy Davis City, yeah! Well, Annie and Danny Are growing too fast And I can't fix the hammock 'Cause I'm feeling half-assed Those basket ball hoops Became chicken coops There's a motel for sale A cafe and a jail In all of the valleys Under lucky Stars By the satillite dishes and the non-running cars I'm feeling all the people dreaming Blue tiles are cool All around the pool Greek columns are fine But give me a deal on the vine Nothing pretentious I haven't changed I got sixty billion But I'm still the same The pool is hot The beer is cold The cigar costs a lot And the wine is old Where the car reps dream Like Walter Mitty Oh, book me a berth In Sammy Davis City, yeah! I'm feeling all the people dreaming Feeling all the people dreaming Feeling all the people ... dreaming |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
Well, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother come on in Kick off your shoes, start losin' the blues This old house ain't got nothin' to lose Seen it all for years, start spreadin' the news We got room on the floor Come on baby shake sumpin' loose Well, the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother come on in Walkin' up the street you can hear the sound Of some bad honky-tonkers really layin' it down They've seen it all for years and got nothin' to lose So get out on the floor Shimmy til you shake sumpin' loose Well, the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother come on in |
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from The Brian Setzer Orchestra - Guitar Slinger (1997)
written by B. Setzer
Now some people got it and some people don't I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' all the things in life that you want You can wish it might happen You can call it dumb luck But that guy's so lucky, he's just way much too much He's the man with the magic touch He's the man with the magic touch Don't give me all that "got lucky" such and such He's the man with the magic touch He won an all-expenses-paid vacation on a cruise ship 'round the world And when he gets home, he don't bother lookin' for no girl He's got a straight to the ace He got a royal flush Baby go rub his back for good luck He's the man with the magic touch He's the man with the magic touch Don't give me all that "got lucky" such and such He's the man with the magic touch He goes back to back, he goes hip to hip He goes face to face, now here' s the tip If he don't want it He throws it right back He knows some poor sucker's gonna take up the slack He's the man with the magic touch He's the man with the magic touch Don't give me all that "got lucky" such and such He's the man with the magic touch My blood is percolatin' I'm set for detonation When it comes to good lovin' He ain't hesitatin' He's the man with the magic touch |
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