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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
I treat you like a woman
So treat me like a man I took you to a better place And helped you understand [CHORUS] So don't squeeze me like toothpaste Like putty in your hands I'm gonna go away, I'm gonna blow away A woman is a woman And a man is just a fool It takes all of the heartaches And life can be so cruel [CHORUS] Who's gonna be there when the morning comes? Head on the pillow, smiling at me I get up and make the coffee It must be love, it must be love Who's gonna be there when the morning comes? Head on the pillow, smiling at me I get up and make the coffee It must be love, it must be love I treat you like a woman So treat me like a man I took you to a better place And helped you understand [CHORUS] |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
You went out on the street without your shoes on You didn't listen what your momma said She said you won't feel the benefit, won't feel the benefit And if we all went out without our shoes on Tell me where would we be, where would we be If all the people in the world lost their reason What would we see, where would we be If all the entertainers in the world lost their music What would they play, what could they say To pacify the crowd, to justify themselves Won't feel the benefit You're like a cloud behind the sun Like the face behind the clown You're moving like the wrinkles in a frown And you can never look back A leaf that's borne upon the wind A cardboard suitcase in your hand The wanderer soon returns And finds the colour of the grass is just the same On the other side of the tracks, oh no ["A" LATIN BREAK] Ooh when you smile it's like a holiday Ooh pack your bags and we can get away We'll float on a Queen down to Rio There's no need to shave We'll be stinking like rum in a punch You can walk on the water You can dabble in the mumbo jumbo You can smoke a little ganja Float like a cloud over Rio, Rio You can ride with the Gauchos Swinging your bolas in a red bandana You can run with the devil Takin' your chances with Senorita You can drink a lot of coffee in Brazil But the bill is gonna make you ill FEEL THE BENEFIT So, you can go out on the street and take your chances But if you do, you better do it right Or you won't feel the benefit, won't feel the benefit Spin the wheel and take your chances And your number might come up Though the odds may be in favor of the house If all the people in the world would say together We're all black and white, we're all day and night If all the people in the world could sing together How would it sound, what would we feel We'd all feel the benefit |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
Well good morning Judge, how are you today I'm in trouble, please put me away A pretty thing took a shine to me I couldn't stop her so I let it be I couldn't stop her so I let it be I couldn't stop her so I let it be I couldn't stop her so I let it be He didn't do it, he wasn't there He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare Well good morning Judge, yes I'm back again I'm in trouble, so it's back to the pen I found a car but I couldn't pay I fell in love and I drove it away I fell in love and I drove it away I fell in love and I drove it away I fell in love and I drove it away He didn't do it, he wasn't there He didn't want it, he wouldn't dare I didn't do it, I wasn't there I didn't want it, I wouldn't dare Alcatraz is like a home sweet home I'm so wanted and I'm never alone San Quentin is the place to be I'm so happy I don't wanna be free So happy I don't wanna be free So happy I don't wanna be free So happy I don't wanna be free |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
My baby, she's crazy, she's lazy So she's always bummin' around Girls in France don't stand a chance 'Cos I've always got my baby around So, don't touch her Oh, it's so fine, and you know what's mine is mine At night we, sleep tight we Stay close together 'cos the temperature's down But baby, says maybe Each time I try to get my fingers around Please don't touch her Sittin' with a tentpole, what a bloody jamboree Listen to our motto, be prepared for ecstasy Here comes the bride My baby, goes topless And brings her beauty to a bottomless day She's bathing, al fresco And all her mystery is there on display So, don't get too close Oh she's so fine, and you know what's mine is mine Ooh it's a drag when you're hitched to a dream And the boys in the gang think she's part of the scenery You're never alone and the tension is painful to see One night I, crept in and, Got on my knees and tried to make her my wife One reef knot, two grannies And we were bound to stay together for life Now we'd like to.... |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
She had a shake like a belly dancer and a body like a tiger tiger (uh huh, uh huh) She was looking at me Now you know that I ain't no dancer But there's gotta be a way to meet her So I just walked up to her and said Are you hot to trot? Well I knew I was looking cool Pretty sharp like a razor razor (uh huh, uh huh) She was smiling at me So I said if you got the notion We could take a little trip to the ocean She said that'll be OK 'Cause I'm hot to trot We were having a ball by the water Talking about life and philosophizing (uh huh, uh huh) She was really talking to me She said I can't understand why you gotta hustle Struttin' and posin' and flexin' muscle So I said, well that's easy baby I'm hot to trot |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
I bought a flat Diminished responsibility You're de ninth person to see To be suspended in a seventh Major catastrophe It's a minor point but gee Augmented by the sharpness of your See what I'm going through Ay to be with you In a flat by the sea |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
The people were running
The place was on fire The smoke was a-growing And the flames were getting higher The fire chief was shouting As he knocked down my door He said you better move your butt boy Or you'll knock on heaven's door I'm so laid back, I'm laid out I'm so caved in and spaced out I'm wired to the teeth I'm fused to the floor So baby don't you bug me no more Don't you bug me no more The rent needing paying The insurance was due The roof needing fixing And the rain was coming through But the forecast is sunny So I'll stay here on my back Tomorrow is another day It's cozy in the sack I'm so laid back, I'm laid out I'm so caved in and spaced out I'm wired to the teeth I'm fused to the floor So baby don't you bug me no more Don't you bug me no more There were times when you wanted to be number one And the glamour and the glitter were turning him on But he realized that it was better to be number two (ooh) My luxury is living 'Cause I can't afford to die I'm a diletantic mother With a twinkle in my eye Let the others do the running I'm content to take a cut Percentages are burning And I'm happy in my rut I'm so laid back, I'm laid out I'm so caved in and spaced out I'm wired to the teeth I'm fused to the floor So baby don't you bug me no more Don't you bug me no more No more, no more, no more, [etc.] |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
Well I've been lookin' after number one for too long And it seemed the love was passing me by So I thought I better do something about it And that's why I'm sittin' here lookin' cross the table at you That's why I'm sittin' here lookin' cross the table at you Well a lonely man needs a Marriage Bureau Where they sit you right down and you fill in a form Would you like a blonde or a black or a blue rinse Do you like 'em small, love 'em slim long and tall Do you like 'em small, love 'em slim long and tall Oh no, too many questions I'm looking for a girl like Momma used to be She's cooking up a dream, she's baking ecstasy Won't it be fine when I find her Would I like to take her to a movie or the theatre Would I pick her up at home or would I like to meet her Somewhere we could take a good look at each other Smile and say hello or walk away Smile and say hello or walk away So I'm squeaky clean in and out of the bath I never shaved so close before I'm gonna put on a tie, I'm gonna shine up my shoes I'm gonna slick back my hair, I've got nothin' to lose Oh, oh, I'll be stinkin' so good like I'm drowning in a sea of cologne Hey... do you know you remind me of someone But I'm here making eyes at you And I think we're gonna say goodbye to the bureau Close the files, turn the page, start anew Close the files, turn the page, start anew |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
I'm tired Lord and I'm drawn And I'm chilled right to the bone I crawled home from my work And this note said she was gone Said your dinner's in the cat And your love is out the door I'm goin' back to my momma And I don't want you no more, no more She said she don't want me no more She's gone back to her momma Said she's never never comin' back no more Now a man can take so much And only heaven knows his limit But a naggin' bitchin' woman Digs a hole and puts him in it A sophisticated man Needs a little something on the side So what you don't get at home You've gotta get outside, hey She's gone I'm spending all of my money She's gone, gone, gone And I can swing with my honey She's gone I'm so glad my woman's gone Now time goes marching on And it won't wait for you You've gotta take it when it's offered And get it when it's due Now a man can move much faster Without a millstone around his neck So if you get the chance to lose it You've gotta drop it and run like heck, hey She's gone I'm spending all of my money She's gone, gone, gone And I can swing with my honey She's gone I'm so glad my woman's gone She's gone I'm spending all of my money She's gone, gone, gone And I can swing with my honey She's gone I'm so glad my woman's gone |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
People in love do funny things Walk under buses and burn their wings People like us do nothing right Talk to the ceiling into the night Look at the smile in her eyes I knew I was right in my bones I feel the turnin' of wheels as it grows Look at my face in her eyes Am I right, am I wrong She's given me butterflies all along Ooh sitting alone in the dark Ooh feeling you close to me We're in a dream But the hands on the clock seem to know Tell me it's time to go People in love play silly games Running in circles and everywhere People like us can make believe Love is forever and I'll never be Ooh sitting alone in the dark Ooh feeling you close to me We're in a dream But the hands on the clock seem to know Tell us it's time to go |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea, You lay your bets and then you pay the price The things we do for love, the things we do for love. Communication is the problem to the answer You've got her number and your hand is on the phone The weather's turned and all the lines are down The things we do for love, the things we do for love. Like walking in the rain and the snow When there's nowhere to go And you're feelin' like a part of you is dying And you're looking for the answer in her eyes. You think you're gonna break up Then she says she wants to make up. Ooh you made me love you Ooh you've got a way Ooh you had me crawling up the wall. Like walking in the rain and the snow When there's nowhere to go And you're feelin' like a part of you is dying And you're looking for the answer in her eyes. You think you're gonna break up Then she says she wants to make up. Ooh you made me love you Ooh you've got a way Ooh you had me crawling up the wall. A compromise would surely help the situation Agree to disagree but disagree to part When after all it's just a compromise of The things we do for love, the things we do for love.... |
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from 10cc - Deceptive Bends (1977)
Your nose is runnin'
And your eyes are red Your head is achin' You'd be better in bed From the bottom of your fever To the throbbing in your toes You've got a cold You've got a cold You're searching madly To find a cure But the mercury's rising To a hundred and four You've got a beauty, a bad ass The mother of them all You've got a cold You've got a cold Ain't no use in fightin' it Get into bed and try to sweat it out Hot toddies won't help you Warm blankets won't sweat it out Inhalants just choke you Hot flushes will tell you Anyway you've got it Ain't no doubt about it Nothin' new about You can scream and shout it Hot toddies won't help you Warm blankets won't sweat it out Inhalants just choke you Hot flushes will tell you Anyway you've got it Ain't no doubt about it Nothin' new about You can't fight it Foreign bodies in your Kleenex You've got no taste at all While your system is dyin' The bugs are havin' a ball You've got a beauty, a bad ass The mother of them all You've got a cold You've got a cold |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
You walk in the room
The folks are all there With glasses in hand But you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well stocked He knows where you're at He offers a drink But you can't take none of that (No you can't take none of that) Everybody's having fun So why be the one Who's out in the cold It's not good enough You made a deal with yourself You said you'd never take another drop Your craving's big, your livers shot You'd give a million for a solitary drop You take your first belt It tastes like pure hell The second one drops Intentions are shot Well you think you might as well You take another sip You get to likin' it The music sounds hip So you head for the floor (So you head for the floor) Yea yea yea yea yea Well you step out on the dance floor And you grab at your boss's wife You've been longing to hold her close For the whole of your working life And the band played on Move your ass Well your hostess is lookin' mad As your hands start to wander And your boss is gonna get you now He's gonna put you six feet under You get walked out the door And your feet don't touch the floor You're never gonna see 'em no more The dawn starts to break Your heads a big ache You're lyin' in bed You're back from the dead And your mouth feels like old leather (Old leather) Never do it again (You'll never do it again) Everyone was havin' fun But you were the one Kicked out in the cold You slept in your clothes You let 'em down Down at the club You know your confidence got to take the rub Your boss is sore You've had your chance He says he never wants to see you again Don't want to see you again (Don't want to see you again) You've got to dry out The boys have found out It's the end of the line But it's martini time So you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r Oh where am I now |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
I was walkin' down the street Concentratin' on truckin' right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round in a state of fright I saw four faces one mad A brother from the gutter They looked me up and down a bit And turned to each other I say I don't like cricket oh no I love it I don't like cricket no no I love it Don't you walk thru my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet Well he looked down at my silver chain He said I'll give you one dollar I said You've got to be jokin' man It was a present from me Mother He said I like it I want it I'll take it off your hands And you'll be sorry you crossed me You'd better understand that you're alone A long way from home And I say I don't like reggae no no I love it I don't like reggae oh no I love it Don't you cramp me style Don't you queer on me pitch Don't you walk thru my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet I hurried back to the swimming pool Sinkin' pina coladas I heard a dark voice beside me say Would you like something harder She said I've got it you want it My harvest is the best And if you try it you'll like it And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday And I say Don't like Jamaica oh no I love her Don't like Jamaica oh no I love her oh yea Don't you walk thru her words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru her words 'Cause you ain't heard her out yet I don't like cricket I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) I don't like reggae I love it (Dreadlock Holiday) Don't like Jamaica I love her (Dreadlock Holiday |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
I took my fantasy to Deborah You know she's always been a friendly girl You'll see her cruise the Picadilly streets And she winks at every man she meets I've been a fan of hers for quite a time I tried to pull her with a bummer line I asked her would she like a cigarette And she said let's go to bed ('cause that's what you want) And so I went And I was shocked I was so green Ground I wish you'd swallow me up She had to laugh I nearly died Some Superstud! There's more to this than meets the eye I hurried back to read the manual through You know the one that tells you what to do But all I needed was the confidence To start and break the ice Experience would be a boon for life And Debbie smiled as I came strolling by I said I'd like to have a second shot And I'd give it all I've got And with a twinkle in her eye She led me by the hand Through a door to a room Above a Soho restaurant And she smiled and told me Not to look so serious But by the time she'd talked me down I was delerious, I was away I had to window shop in Amsterdam But down the Troubador in Hollywood I found a lover who was bold enough To live my fantasy (this isn't a dream) I was away Up in the blue Emmanuelle How you gonna make it in a jet The need to shock Was coming through Where would it end You'll never know |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
The world is full of other people ooh ooh take a look around We're quick to laugh when they've got troubles ooh ooh and we put 'em down We go We're not so hot you know It's like a roller coaster On a downward motion On a one way street We can't control our feet We're on the road to ruin Don't know what we're doin' She may be quiet She may be shy But don't you bring her down Don't pass her by The world of wisdom behind her eyes Could answer everything But you and I We seem to wander in a daydream ooh ooh We never look around The world is full of other people ooh ooh and we put 'em down We go We're not so hot you know It's like a roller coaster On a downward motion On a one way street We can't control our feet We're on the road to ruin Don't know what we're doin' She's not beautiful But don't make it plain You underestimate It's not a game A heart of gold Behind the drab Would comfort anyone But you and I Should try to see it from the other side oooh We'll get a shock It could surprise you The world is full of other people ooh ooh take a look around We set the pace while others listen ooh ooh never make a sound The rain must fall But we can change Our understanding will remain So take a moment To wonder why The world keeps turning For you and I |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
From Rochdale to Ocho Rios From Ocho Rios to Dorking From Dorking its back to Rochdale From Rochdale to Ocho Rios You spend half your life in transit But that's just the way God plans it Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas That's all you need Tried to get a flight out to San Juan But Air Jamaica don't fly on Sunday Gotta get a flight out to San Juan Because I wanna see the Mama and the Papa When I look into your blue eyes I bend the truth but I never tell you lies I need my lover, I need your care Understandings not enough to make it fair From Rochdale to Ocho Rios From Ocho Rios to Dorking From Dorking its back to Rochdale From Rochdale to Ocho Rios Asleep in a stream of sunlight Awake in a dream at midnight I'm rushing to wait for jumbo Oh where am I now Tried to get a flight out to San Juan But Air Jamaica don't fly on Sunday Gotta get a flight out to San Juan Because I wanna see the Mama and the Papa A dressing room so far from home A corridor with a broken telephone I wanna call but I got to go The curtains up and it's time to do the show Show time! I just got in to the city Yeah, it's so insane But the man with the suitcase is on the road again Tried to get a flight out to San Juan But Air Jamaica don't fly on Sunday Gotta get a flight out to San Juan Because I wanna see the Mama and the Papa Asleep in a stream of sunlight Awake in a dream at midnight I'm rushing to wait for jumbo Oh where am I now You spend half your life in transit But that's just the way God plans it Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas That's all you need Everybody sing! From Rochdale to Ocho Rios From Ocho Rios to Dorking From Dorking its back to Rochdale Oh where are we now |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
Last Night You know you really really made me appreciate my life When you took me to the seventh floor And closed the door I didn't stand a chance Oh oh that night When my conscience was losing in that age old fight Now I've always been a non-believer A true deceiver A hit and run romance Don't you know that when we turned out the light We were riding on the crest of a tidal wave Like we were ships in the night Going nowhere Last night When the feeling was missing but the mood was right From the moment we took the floor I knew for sure We'd play the parts we're expected to I've done it so many times Man we're all inmates of the human zoo Our bodies in control of our minds I played the jester and you played the fool You kept forgetting your lines I had to prompt you with a bourbon or two Huh, you planned to come all the time But when we turned out the light We were riding on the crest of a tidal wave Like we were ships in the night Going nowhere Oh last night You know you really really gave me something to write about In the morning it was just the same I'd lost again But it won't take me long to forget Oh oh last night |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
Ten thousand miles away from someone Ten thousand miles away from you Who's your friend on the end of a telephone line A telephone line's like a life line You run me cool you run me hot love You take me where I wanna be Ship to shore, air to land Seems it's always the same I always end up with a lame brain Dont' got talkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Don't go walkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Dont' got talkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Don't go walkin' in your sleep no You're ten thousand miles away Livin' it up in the paradise Don't make it right, don't make it wrong When you know you've got a friend who's at the other end And a telephone line's like a life line But a walk on the wire It don't put out no fire A telephone line's like a life line Dont' got talkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Don't go walkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Dont' got talkin' in your sleep no Don't go givin' it all away Don't go walkin' in your sleep no You're ten thousand miles away When you wake you'll find me sleepin The clock don't stop when you're not here But you know you've got a friend Who's at the other end And a telephone line's like a life line A telephone line is a life line A telephone line is a life line A telephone line is a life line |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
There's talk about some people That maybe you know The heroes and the villains And the places that they know The highest and the finest The lowest of the low Just stop and get it through you There's somewhere you can go Tell you what I do when I'm lonely I'll tell you what I do when I'm blue Tell you what I do when I'm lonely I close my eyes and think about you ['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll Nothing can blow me away Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do Nothing can move Nothing can move Nothing can move me away You wake up in the morning The wrong side of the bed The spirit that was in you is hammering your head You crawl up to your hi fi Select a side or two Sharpen up your needle and feel it coming through ['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll Nothing can blow me away Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do Nothing can move Nothing can move Nothing can move me away ['Cause] nothing can move me like my rock n roll Nothing can blow me away Nothing can move me like my rock n roll do Nothing can move Nothing can move Nothing can move me away |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
He looked funny The children called him the scarecrow An old raincoat And baggy trousers and sneakers he found at the dump Oh, but if you bothered to look There was something behind the rags Oh there was a look in his eyes It was something you'd never forget He lived badly A broken shack on the railway An old moggy The only one who replied When he talked to the walls Oh we didn't understand We were fooled by the dirt on his face Oh we were human then We were searching behind his disgrace Why don't you leave me alone Why don't you go to your homes Why don't you keep to yourselves I'm tellin you Why don't you leave me alone You're never gonna realise When all you do is criticise You're never gonna make it work You never seem to get enough You crumble when its getting rough You're never gonna make it work I'm tellin' you there'll come a day You're gonna blow yourselves away It's wrong that I should interfere I just get in the way Why don't you leave me alone Why don't you go to your homes Why don't you keep to yourselves I'm tellin you Why don't you leave me alone Deep into the night He was working by the light of the candle by his bed on the theory in his head He was building from the junk that he rescued from the dump And when he turned the power on There was a sound and he was gone Oh in the gray of the dawn We discovered the thing he was working on Oh we didn't understand The future was Old Mister Time Future was Old Mister Time Future was Old Mister Time Future was Old Mister Time Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....) Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....) Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time....) |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
There's a fat man who offers a change of scene Says he'll guarantee my sheet will be clean When I get on the outside But who can you trust when the walls have ears I'm for takin' a chance, like a drownin' man I'm going under I've got reds in my bed I'm not easily led to the slaughter And while the cold war exists I'll stay warm with the commisar's daughter We could meet at the zoo where the tiger roams In a prison of steel He reminds me so much of the way I feel And we know that we're both in the danger zone Where the eyes of the world Full of shutters and bugs are upon us now I've got reds in my bed I get blues looking out of my window And we're never alone, there's a tap on the phone And my pillow Let me go home (There's a girl in a distant land) Let me go home (Who's nothing more than a memory) She don't know that I'm gonna be free Let me go home (You're a land full of misery) Let me go home (You're a cruel and a faceless race) I don't like your philosophy I don't like your philosophy The connections are made and the time is right So my body is walled in the shell of a car in the dead of night And I laugh through the pain and the agony As they cut me away to be born again back to humanity You've got reds in your bed There's a man lookin' over your shoulder But don't you give him your mind It's too late when you find that it's over You! Let me go home (You're a land full of misery) Let me go home (You're nothing more than a memory) I don't like your philosophy Let me go home (You're a cruel and a faceless race) Let me go home (You're nothing more than a memory) I don't like your philosophy |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
I was travelling home on the subway
When this vision got on at Maida Vale And as I casually eyed the classifieds She sat down next to me Every head in the carriage was wondering I replied with a smile on my face And as I slipped into the arms of Morpheus To daydream the rest of the way She was a smooth operator You could see it in her dress I said I'd like to see you later But I didn't want to press I was homing like a scanner Did a mental strip tease But she knew that she was special And she came on like a tease Don't want love Just looking for happiness Don't want love Not looking for tenderness Don't want love Just looking for happiness Don't want love She was a headstrong woman With a demon in her blood Through the window in her eyes I saw fire in her soul And I knew if I pursued it My fingers would be burned Like a moth round a candle I was momentarily stunned Don't want love Just looking for happiness Don't want love Not looking for tenderness Don't want love Just looking for happiness Don't want love The carriage was spinning We were up on the floor She was whirling like a dervish I was whirling like a fool My reactions were dimming Like an alcoholic haze I could hear people clapping I was stumbling in a daze I was stumbling in a daze My eyes tried to focus I was suddenly aware She was newborn naked I was altogether bare There were shouts all around us There were clothes on the floor As I tried to find my senses I was sliding down the door Down a coal black tunnel I was slipping away Then I felt |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
Baby baby oh baby I'd love to love you But my hands are tied Break these chains Oh oh these chains that are killing me You don't need money if you've got love We've got each other and its more than enough Break these chains Oh oh these chains that are holding me Ooh ooh my love It's all too much for me to take Take these chains Take these chains She never thought that I could live without her All the little things she used to do Then I fell in love with you You found me You took me in When no one wanted me Making love on a sandy beach The stars above us and we're clean out of reach Of my chains oh oh the chains that were killing me And you make everything a paradise And paradise with you is twice as nice Never change, never change what you're doing to me |
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from 10cc - Bloody Tourists (1978)
Transistorised, and anodised Chrome plated, squeaky clean Oh Tokyo, oh Tokyo Oh Tokyo I love you You're trembling, you're choking But you're magical to me Oh Tokyo, oh Tokyo Oh Tokyo I love you Kimonos, and Geisha girls From grade one, down to three Oh Tokyo, oh Tokyo Oh Tokyo I love you Land of the rising sun You have taken my heart away With your beauty you nearly blinded me In your beauty I want to stay I bow to you with my heart I think of you every day When I dream you are there beside me But when I waken you're far away Perfection, in miniature With tiny hands, smiling eyes Oh Tokyo, oh Tokyo Oh Tokyo I love you Tokyo |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
I'll show you man who walk on fire
And don't get burned Don't get burned, don't get burned He don't get burned I'll show you man who tread on glass And he don't get cut Don't get cut, don't get cut He don't get cut You can take a knife and slit his throat And he won't drop dead Won't drop dead, won't drop dead He won't drop dead Been a ju-ju boy for a thousand years And he ain't cut yet Ain't cut yet, ain't cut yet He ain't cut yet Hold 'em You've got to crease 'em and fold 'em You've got to shape 'em and mould 'em Take a piece of their soul man Well he can take a little moonlight Suck the poison from a snakebite Movin' round about midnight He's got the power of life See the sacrifice of the virgin women See the deadly snake and the headless chicken Take a sip from dripping red Make it with the living dead Take you up when you feeling down When you're sick he will come around Takes his cures from out the ground He's the one who can hypnotize And you'll never believe your eyes He can cause the dead to rise |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
"I'm a clockwork creep
And I can't get to sleep They wind me up and let me go And I can't unwind Going out of my mind My time is coming soon you know" Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb "I'm a jumbo jet With a brand new set Of passengers and bags and crew I'll spread my wings - Do a thousand things To prove how good I am to you" Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Meanwhile in the cargo of escargot The temperature is rising Advertising that our time is running Down, down, down, down, down Oh with just one minute to live Oh, no you'll never get me up in one of these again 'Cos what goes up (what goes up) must come Down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down Oh, the gravity of the situation It's only my willpower That keeps this thing in operation But we're gonna crash that's for certain The pilot is too busy flirtin' And he ain't aware That there's a bomb down there And if he don't do something it's curtains "Now just hold on" Said the little bomb, "If you were just to hold my hands Then time would stop The plot would flop And jumbo would be safe to land" Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb My landings are the envy Of Sabena and Pan Am From Chattanooga to Japan I taxi through the airways - What a safe little plane What a fine little plane What a great little plane I am "Hang on one sec I'm a clockwork wreck And though my fuse is burning slow Must keep my date to detonate Goodbye, ta ta, and cheerio Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a tick a time bomb Tick a........." |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
On de uber side ob de island
Dere's a sky so clear and blue Can see, cross water, to de mainland New life for me and you Let's buy a hotel Let's get a yacht We'll get a golden island In the sun made of coconut Let's buy an old car We'll crash in a hut We'll feed the food to the Ford And we'll live off the coconut Well there's a big black mama In a tree She's gonna cook us She's gonna call up the rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang like a bell From tree to tree They never ever let you go They never ever let you go We get American menus With all American men We're getting sick of things American We ate our way through half the Pentagon We had our share of big palookas Yankee go home Yankee go ho ho home They never ever let you go They never ever let you go Yankee go home Yankee go ho ho home Let's buy a hotel Let's get a yacht We'll get a golden island In the sun made of coconut Let's buy an old car We'll crash in a hut We'll feed the food to the Ford And we'll live off the coconut Well there's a big black mama in a tree She's gonna cook us She's gonna call up the rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang like a bell From tree to tree Tree to tree, tree to tree They never ever let you go They never ever let you go |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
In the middle of a caravan
On a four wheel drive oasis There's a man with a thought in mind To cash in on the desert faces He's got a truckload of Yorkshire girls For your harem going places And the border bums never saw The guns in the whiskey cases There's a real, big demand And it's written in the palm of his hand He's gonna change the face of the desert He's gonna sweep away the sand Hang on sheik, I've got a yellow streak I ain't here, I'm a mirage Get back Des, keep it under your fez And don't give us away in the massage Look what I did for the pyramid I put a pool in and made it pay I built an elevator and a film theatre And I shipped it to the U.S.A. 'Cos there's a real big demand And it's written in the palm of my hand I'm gonna change the face of the desert I'm gonna sweep away the sand Hang on friends! There's a lot more goodies in the pipeline So this ain't the time to close the deal Here's the deal Ooh, now you've got a Howitzer all of your own Ooh, and a Panzer division to chauffeur you home Gun running is fun But hang on, friends, hang on friends Allah be praised, there's a whole new craze We're gonna shoot up the foreign legion And it's up with the sheik And down with the frog We're gonna liberate the region! Oh Effendi, we're gonna bury your head in the sand Oh Effendi, you better get off my doggone land Hey, Prince of the moonbeams Son of the Sun, Light of a thousand stars Your gorillas are urban And there's bourbon on your turban And the sun shines out of your ass Oh Effendi, I'm gonna grovel in your wake Oh Effendi, it's all been a big mistake You're gonna cut out my liver If I don't deliver Things are getting out of hand I'm going to ride off into the sunset and Make a deal with the promised land Goodbye friends There's no more goodies in the pipeline |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
Where are my boys?
They are in deepest water Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they are broken men who lie low Waiting for miracles Old men of rock and roll Came bearing music Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they're still gonna play guitars On dead strings, and old drums They'll play and play to pass the time The old wild men Old wild men Old wild men, waiting for miracles Lord have mercy upon the many Lord have mercy upon the few Lord have mercy upon the many Lord have mercy on me and on you |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
Hey toots, you put the life into living
You brought a sigh into sight Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water You bring the stars out at night But they ain't half so bright As your eyes Gee whiz, you take the beauty out of beautiful You play the strings of my heart Oh babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine The rain would turn to sweet sweet wine Well he's been up all night Breakin' his head in two to write A little sonnet for his chickadee But between you and me I think its sssssssssssilly. Silly Ooh treas, you got a smile like a Rembrandt Aha, you got the style of a queen Oh dear, you are the petal of a rosebud Next to you all the others could be weeds You're the only one my garden needs Ooh, you know the art of conversation Must be dying Ooh, when a romance depends on Cliches and toupees and threepes We're up to here with moonin' and junin' If you want to sound sincere - Don't rely on Crosby's croonin' - Take a little time Make up your own rhyme Don't rely on mine 'Cos it's sssssssssilly - silly - silly - silly |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
Down on the casting couch
A star is gonna be born A star with the stature of a Harlow Who's doomed And groomed to enrapture All her co-stars, and stuntmen, the co-stars Oh, let there be lights, action, sound Lights, action, sound - Roll 'em! Out in the mezzanine On the arm of a dumb marine Her beauty looks out like a trailer Norman Mailer Waits to nail her He's under the bed And he's waiting for her to be dead He's out on the patio With his polaroid and scenario And he's armed and he's dangerously.... Close was the weather When I was a kid She gave me a feather from her gown To cool me down, to cool me down And I was the galley slave Who lost his heart when the ship went down Lights, action, sound Roll 'em I had a part in the talkies When you were a little girl I've taken Lassie for walkies When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up And destiny lead her Hand in paw to somewhere In Hollywood That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills Crazy, crazy La, la, la, la, la.... (You better lie low) |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
Here's a new dance that you all can do
Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? Sit back and relax 'cos it's good for you Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? what's he gonna say? He's takin' my breath away Well if you're tired of doing the Boogaloo And you're afraid of doing the Swim 'Cos you think you will drown In the noise of the record And the klutz on the floor He ain't there anymore 'Cos all you wanna do Is be alone at the bar All you wanna do is be alone at the bar You wanna drown in your cocktail You wanna leave with the laundry If your mind is trippin' But your disc is slippin' Here's what you gotta do - Nothing In any tempo and any rhythm C'mon Mac do the sacro-iliac C'mon back do the sacro-iliac I said c'mon back do the sacro-iliac Well it's easy Here's the new dance that you 'll wanna do So easy Don't want to annoy ya with my paranoia Now I'm doing the dance that is good for me Baby, baby, what's it gonna be? I ain't no Astaire, but I've a right to be Baby, baby, when's he gonna learn? Where's he gonna stay? He's taken my breath away Well I'm bored with the beat of the Shing-a-ling And the Lindy is leaving me cold 'Cos I've never been freaky or funky or laid back And the lush on the floor Isn't me anymore And I never ever wanna be alone At the bar Never ever wanna be alone at the bar So C'mon Mac do the sacro-iliac C'mon back do the sacro-iliac Won't you c'mon back do the sacro-iliac C'mon back do the sacro-iliac Won't you come on back do the sacro-iliac |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
Do the Wall Street shuffle
Hear the money rustle Watch the greenbacks tumble Feel the Sterling crumble You need a yen to make a mark If you wanna make money You need the luck to make a buck If you wanna be Getty, Rothschild You've gotta be cool on Wall Street You've gotta be cool on Wall Street When your index is low Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets They plead with you, buddy can you spare the dime But you ain't got the time Doin' the.... Doin' the.... Oh, Howard Hughes Did your money make you better? Are you waiting for the hour When you can screw me? 'Cos you're big enough To do the Wall Street Shuffle Let your money hustle Bet you'd sell your mother You can buy another Doin' the.... Doin' the.... You buy and sell You wheel and deal But you're living on instinct You get a tip You follow it And you make a big killing On Wall Street ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By STEWART, ERIC/GOULDMAN, GRAHAM <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from 10cc - Sheet Music (2003)
It's one thing to know it but another to admit
We're the worst band in the world But we don't give a.... If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the drums Then we'd be nothing more than a bunch of darma bums So tune up, tune up Well we've never done a days work in our life And our records sell in zillions It irrigates my heart with greed To know that you adore me Up yours, up mine But up everybody's that takes time - But we're working on it Working on it (Ooh) We never seen the van - leave it to the roadies - Never met the roadies - leave them in the van All because of circumstances way beyond control We became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, ooh Here I am a record on a jukebox A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh Play me Buy me and you play me then my plastic turns to gold Here we are together on your hi fi A little piece of plastic with a hole, oh Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me..... |
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from 10cc - How Dare You ! (2005)
Hello there
How have you been I've called a million times But to me you're never in I know I never had the style or dash of Errol Flynn But I loved you I'm doing really well I'm as happy as a lark I got a new apartment It's as safe as Central Park And if they ever mug me When I'm walking in the dark Will you know Don't hang up Don't hang up Rolled up in my camera With the big cheese up above I stumbled from my stag night To a never ending limousine The band went la di da di da And I got loady do di dodied Lousy violins began to play I went no no no And as the vol-au-vents exploded I was walking down the aisle the other way Don't hang up Don't hang up Don't say, Oooh Nobody's safe in our house Leave me alone But a but a please Leave me alone Just a mo, a minute I'm so alone We had Some honeymoon on itchy bedding Scum buzzing round your busy body Dumb waiters waiting sweating straining All mass-debating my woman We got a Bum Guatemala pensione Crumbling about our ears, Ole Even the trash man he say You got a dustbin romance It's going down the drain You got a low impedance She's got a rocky terrain Oo, you got a lot to learn Oo, you got a lot to learn You got a lot to learn about women A lot to learn about women women What's to learn about women We've both got a lot to learn Surprise surprise There's a hell of a well in your eyes Have we won the no Nobel Prize Has the colour run out of our dyes Surprise surprise There's a hell of a well in your eyes When the barman said "What're you drinking?" I said marriage on the rocks I know I never had the style or dash of Errol Flynn But I loved you Don't hang up Don't hang up Don't say ...... |
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from 10cc - How Dare You ! (2005)
You've got to get it while you can
Time and time we've gone no man Tomorrow will become today It's there to take it if you try Everybody's having fun So why be the one Who's out in the cold Don't let the future pass you by Go ahead and give it a try You've got to fight for number one You see the story's just begun Everybody's having fun So why be the one Who's got to be told By the time you get to something You'll see the writing on the wall You're living in the land of maybe Tomorrow never comes at all From times remembered and the times in between You'll find you're living your life in a dream |
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from 10cc - How Dare You ! (2005)
I've never been kissed before
It's been on my list before A flick of the wrist before would do But when you get down to it It's got a good sound to it Don't meddle around with it 'Cos it's far too wet to woo When Mummy and Daddy play They tell me to go away But by hanging around I can learn all the rules Now I got the technique I'm away Develop a taste for it A time and a place for it Although on the face of it, it's a crime I've nibbled the cheese of it The birds and the bees of it Are weak at the knees From making honey Every time I'm throwing my toys away I'm leaving the boys to play With the boys Gimme girls And it's time I was breaking away Just gimme some head room Just a little bitta head room I need some leg room Just a little bitta leg room I see myself Oh Lord I see a mess I'm making a meal of it I'm breaking the seal of it I'm getting the feel of what to do It's got a good ring to it I'm getting a thing for it And if there's a sting in it I'll have met my Waterloo My Mummy and Daddy said You're liable to wind up dead Oo, they've been shooting me a line Maybe it doesn't exist at all Oo, I've been towing the line Now I'm hook line and sinkered I've never been kissed before It's been on my list before A flick of the wrist before would do But when you get down to it It's got a good sound to it Don't meddle around with it 'Cos it's far too wet to woo I've thrown all my toys away I'm leaving the boys to play With the girls that you get For a dollar a day When you pull on their strings they say Just gimme some head room Just a little bitta head room I need a ball room Up against the wall room I need the rest Oh Lord I need the rest Just gimme some head room Just a little bitta head room Take me to your bed-room Show a little bitta leg room I need the rest Oh Lord I need the rest Just gimme some head room Just a little bitta head room I need some head room Just a little bitta head room I need the rest Oh Lord I need the rest Just gimme some head room Just a little bitta head room I need some head room Just a little bitta head room I need the rest Oh Lord I need the rest |
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from 10cc - How Dare You ! (2005)
I wanna be a boss
I wanna be a big boss I wanna boss the world around I wanna be the biggest boss that ever bossed the world around I wanna do it right I wanna do it right away I wanna do it right now I wanna do it right away I wanna do it now Don't wanna be a dancer in the Bolshoi Ballet Don't want to work for Daddy In Daddy's shop, 0.K. I get confused, so confused I get a pain, I get a pain up here In the Shirley Temples What you gonna do How you gonna do it What you gonna do How you gonna do it Little by little, ooh ooh Little by little, bit by bit Sssh! Not too loud, don't tell everybody Don't give away the game Oooh, oooh, I aint quite ready to reveal my campaign This is not the time My hero's are alive and well in a cave I'm keeping them on ice in suspended animation Till the very right occasion comes along To our rally come along Come along to our rally Come along to our rally come along To our rally come along Come along to our rally Come along to our rally come along A Brave new world will rise from the ashes And there upon a rock titanic, I'll cast a giant Shadow on the face of the deep And never again will they dare to call me A freckled, spotty, specky, four eyed Weedy little creep! No more tremblin' and quakin' in the gym No more come on fellas, let's get him What you gonna do How you gonna do it What you gonna do How you gonna do it Little by little, ooh, ooh Little by little, bit by bit Little by little, ooh, ooh Little by little, bit by bit bit by bit bit by bit Everyone's going to be free But they'll have to agree to be free They'll have to agree to be less free than me 'Cos I rule the world you see So wait for the army of kiddy-winkies And terrible tiny tots In armoured school buses Firing poison pea-shooters And sinking their milk teeth into your thighs Delapsus resurgam! when I fall I shall rise! Wanna be a boss I wanna be a big boss I wanna boss the world around I wanna be the biggest boss that ever bossed the world around |
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from 10cc - How Dare You ! (2005)
Just like a rollin' stone
I'm outside lookin' in But if your chance came would you take it Where on earth do I begin I'm Mandy fly me I've often heard her jingle It's never struck a chord With a smile as bright as sunshine She called me through the poster And welcomed me aboard She led me she fed me She read me like a book But I'm hiding in the small print Won't you take another look And take me away Try me Mandy fly me away The world was spinning like a ball And then it wasn't there at all And as my heart began to fall I saw her walking on the water As the sharks were comin' for me I felt Mandy pull me up give me the kiss of life Just like the girl in Dr. No No No No Ah when they pulled me from the wreckage And her body couldn't be found Was it in my mind it seems I had a crazy dream I told them so but they said no no no no I found me on a street And starin' at a wall If it hadn't have been for Mandy Her promise up above me Well I wouldn't be here at all So if you're travellin' in the sky Don't be surprised if someone said Hi I'm Mandy fly me |
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from 10cc - How Dare You ! (2005)
Life is a roller coaster that we all ride
Life is a roller coaster that we all ride Life is a roller coaster that we all ride Iceberg, I've fallen in love with an Iceberg, its only the tip of the Iceberg, I've heard that it's cool I got class, I got style But once in a while out on the town, I must go You'd better wash out your zone Watch out you stone bone headed woman Watch out you bone headed man Iceberg, it's freezin' over Second Avenue There's not a thing that you can Iceberg, it's freezin' over Second Avenue You'd better believe there's nothin' You can do about it I was an orphan and I couldn't help it I've been in and out of trouble Ever since they left me in a basket on the freeway It's me that's been doggin' your shadow It's me that's been a shadowin' your dog You got me hung up lock and stock and barrel I'll always be behind you in the fog So you better not annoy me Or I'll do somethin' that I might regret You'd better not annoy me, or I'll do Somethin' that you won't forget in a hurry And I might be back for some sloppy seconds You've heard me heavy breathing on the telephone My word they say that I'm belongin' In a home for crazy people But you know I don't belong there I was an orphan and I couldn't help it I'd been in and out of trouble Ever since they left me in a basket on the freeway Lie lie lie.... Die die die.... Hooray hooray ha ha ha Hooray ha ha ha Get down, get down, get down, get down There's really not a lot that you can do Lay down, lay down, lay down, lay down There's really not a lot that you can do There's really not a lot that you can do And I might be back for sloppy seconds Life is a roller coaster that we all ride Life is a roller coaster that we all ride Life is a roller coaster that we all ride Life is a roller coaster that we all ride |
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from 10cc - How Dare You ! (2005)
Hazy Days
With Lazy Ways You get less done but more Out of your days How can you work yet avoid Getting out of your lazy ways You'll never get up if you don't get up You'll always stay down if you sit around You'll never get up if you don't get up You'll always stay down if you sit around Hazy Days Lazy Ways We got less done but more Out of our days How can we ever recapture the feeling Of lazy ways You'll never get up if you don't get up You'll always stay down if you sit around Where nobody cares and nobody tries 'Cos a daydreams resting on the back of your eyes On the back of your eyes Taking five Bring love to me With your body Let me hold you Endless, endlessly You'll never get up if you don't get up You'll always stay down if you sit around Where nobody cares and nobody tries 'Cos a daydreams resting on the back of your eyes On the back of your eyes Hazy days Lazy ways You get less done but more Out of your days Crazy days Lazy ways |
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from 10cc - How Dare You ! (2005)
Listen while I sing you to sleep
With a rock 'n' roll lullaby Close your eyes and don't you peep This is a rock 'n' roll lullaby Sandman's gonna get you Snuggle down your sleepy head It's gettin' late the Sandman said Your dreams are waiting It's daybreak in the land of nod So get to sleep you little sod Your dreams are waiting And if you get a nightmare Would you go and shake your Ma Cause your Daddy's been a workin' all day And if you go and get a glass of water by yourself You can show us that you're older than you are Show us that you're older The Sandman's gonna get you Well you're too small to understand You're living in a wonderland Your dreams are waitin' If only we could be there too And dream a dream along with you Your dreams are waitin' Careful that you don't get out the wrong side of the cot Are you gonna be an angel or a devil You're too small to reason what is right and what is wrong Childhood dreams are gone too fast There's no way we can make them last We'll always love you anyway Any way you are Any way you are |
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from 10cc - 10cc (2005)
I'll show you man who walk on fire
And don't get burned Don't get burned, don't get burned He don't get burned I'll show you man who tread on glass And he don't get cut Don't get cut, don't get cut He don't get cut You can take a knife and slit his throat And he won't drop dead Won't drop dead, won't drop dead He won't drop dead Been a ju-ju boy for a thousand years And he ain't cut yet Ain't cut yet, ain't cut yet He ain't cut yet Hold 'em You've got to crease 'em and fold 'em You've got to shape 'em and mould 'em Take a piece of their soul man Well he can take a little moonlight Suck the poison from a snakebite Movin' round about midnight He's got the power of life See the sacrifice of the virgin women See the deadly snake and the headless chicken Take a sip from dripping red Make it with the living dead Take you up when you feeling down When you're sick he will come around Takes his cures from out the ground He's the one who can hypnotize And you'll never believe your eyes He can cause the dead to rise |
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Oh Donna
You made me stand up You made me sit down, Donna Sit down, Donna Sit down You made stand up Donna waiting by the telephone Donna waiting for the phone to ring Oh Donna You make me break up You make me break down, Donna Break down, Donna Break down You make me break up Meanwhile waiting by the telephone Donna is waiting for the phone to ring "Hello, darling Yes I love you darling Yes I love you" Oh Donna You made me stand up You made me sit down, Donna Sit down, Donna Sit down You make stand up Donna I'd stand on my head for you Oh my love, my own one Oh my love, my own one Donna waiting by the telephone Donna waiting for the phone to ring Oh Donna Oh Donna Oh Donna Oh Donna Donna I love you |
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Where are my boys?
They are in deepest water Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they are broken men who lie low Waiting for miracles Old men of rock and roll Came bearing music Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they're still gonna play guitars On dead strings, and old drums They'll play and play to pass the time The old wild men Old wild men Old wild men, waiting for miracles Lord have mercy upon the many Lord have mercy upon the few Lord have mercy upon the many Lord have mercy on me and on you |
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I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail But the guys were indiscreet They were brawling in the street At the local dance at the local county jail Well the band were playing And the booze began to flow But the sound came over on the police car radio Down at Precinct 49 Having a tear-gas of a time Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets I love to hear those convicts squeal It's a shame these slugs ain't real But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail And for miles around You could hear the sirens wail There's a rumor goin' round death row That a fuse is gonna blow At the local hop at the local county jail Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Sergeant Baker started talkin' With a bullhorn in his hand He was cool, he was clear He was always in command He said "Blood will flow; Here Padre you talk to your boys..." "Trust in me - God will come to set you free" Well we don't understand Why you called in the National Guard When Uncle Sam is the one Who belongs in the exercise yard We all got balls and brains But some's got balls and chains At the local dance at the local county jail Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Is it really such a crime For a guy to spend his time At the local dance at the local county jail At the local dance at the local county jail Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do |
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Down on the casting couch
A star is gonna be born A star with the stature of a Harlow Who's doomed And groomed to enrapture All her co-stars, and stuntmen, the co-stars Oh, let there be lights, action, sound Lights, action, sound - Roll 'em! Out in the mezzanine On the arm of a dumb marine Her beauty looks out like a trailer Norman Mailer Waits to nail her He's under the bed And he's waiting for her to be dead He's out on the patio With his polaroid and scenario And he's armed and he's dangerously.... Close was the weather When I was a kid She gave me a feather from her gown To cool me down, to cool me down And I was the galley slave Who lost his heart when the ship went down Lights, action, sound Roll 'em I had a part in the talkies When you were a little girl I've taken Lassie for walkies When she was the pup that Vaudeville threw up And destiny lead her Hand in paw to somewhere In Hollywood That's crazy, a dog up in Beverly Hills Crazy, crazy La, la, la, la, la.... (You better lie low) |
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from `70s Pop #1`s [International Version] (2007)
I'm not in love
So don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up Don't get me wrong, Don't think you've got it made I'm not in love, no no, It's because.. I like to see you But then again That doesn't mean you mean that much to me So if I call you Don't make a fuss Don't tell your friends about "the two of us" I'm not in love, no no, It's because.. <b>Spoken:</b> <i>Be quiet, Big boys don't cry Big boys don't cry Big boys don't cry Big boys don't cry Big boys don't cry Big boys don't cry</i> I keep your picture Upon the wall It hides a nasty stain that's lying there So don't you ask me To give it back I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me I'm not in love, no no, It's because.. Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me Ooh, you'll wait a long time Ooh, you'll wait a long time for me Ooh, you'll wait a long time I'm not in love So don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up Don't get me wrong, Don't think you've got it made I'm not in love I'm not in love |
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from Total 70s (2010)
Gimme your body
Gimme your mind Open your heart Pull down the blind Gimme your love gimme it all Gimme in the kitchen gimme in the hall Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Gimme the readys Gimme the cash Gimme a bullet Gimme a smash Gimme a silver gimme a gold Make it a million for when I get old Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Money talks so listen to it Money talks to me Anyone can understand it Money cant be beat oh no When you get down, down to the root Dont give a damn dont give a hoot Still gotta keep makin the loot Chauffeur driven Gotta make her quick as you can Give her lovin make you a man Get her in the palm of your hand Bread from heaven Gimme a country Where I can be free Dont need the unions Strangling me Keep me in exile the rest of my days Burn me in hell but as long as it pays Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake Art for arts sake Money for gods sake |
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| from Hunky Dory (헝키도리) [ost] (2012) | |||||
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| from Groove Armada - Late Night Tales Presents Music for Pleasure (Selected and Mixed By Groove Armada`s Tom Findlay) (2012) | |||||
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