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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 - 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)
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)
"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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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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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 - 10cc (2005)
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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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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from 10cc - 10cc (2005)
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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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)
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)
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 - 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)
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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