Harry Warren

Mort Dixon

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Jazz

1933

Fellows, if you're arn
I will spin a yarn
That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones.
Once he had the blues
So he took a cruise
Far away from night-clubs and from saxophones.
He said, "Yo Ho, I've made a certain port
And when you talk about real he-man sport":

Hot ginger and dynamite
There's nothing but that at night
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky
Woo.
The way they can entertain
Would hurry a hurricane
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky wacky
Woo.

In Fujiama
You get a mama
Then your troubles increase.
In some pagoda
She orders soda
Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece.
They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price.
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky
Woo.

Now when the day is warm
You can keep in form
With a bowl of rice beneath a parasol.
Every gentle man
Has to use a fan
And they only use suspenders in the fall.
That's where the girls don't think of rings and furs.
Gosh, it's the nicest place that ever weres.

They give you a carriage free
The horse is a Japanee
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky
Woo.
They sit you upon the floor
No wonder your pants get sore
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky
Woo.

With Sweet Kimoner
I pulled a boner
I kept it up at high speed.
I got rhumatics
And then psyatics
Halatosisis, that's guarenteed.
You just have to act your age
Or wind up inside a cage
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky
Woo.

With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of tea
You can rest all day by the hickory tree
But when night comes round, oh gosh oh gee,
Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me.

Those pretty mamas
In pink pyjamas
They try to give you a kiss
Those torid teases
In B.V.D.ses
Heaven help a sailor on a night like this!
Not too gentle and not too rough
But you've got to tell them when you've had enough
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky-wacky
Woo.

Eddie Kirkland

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Blues

1960

No food on my table.
And no shoes to go on my feet.
No food on my table.
And no shoes to go on my feet.
My children cry for mercy.
They got no place to call your own.

Hard times, hard times.
Hard times seem like a jealous thing.
Hard times, hard times.
Hard times seem like a jealous thing.
If someone don't help me.
And I just can't be around three months long.

No shoes on my feet.
And no food to go on my table.
Oh no, too sad.
Children crying for bread.

Bob Wainwright

Didier Guinochet

Piero Umiliani

Richard Burton

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Pop

1997

man-ah mah-ah (x2)

no way no way
man-ah mah-ah (x3)

not today
don't get fresh with me

we're always together
never apart
sisters through and through
we're only out for fun
to give the boys their run
we can get a kick out of you
boy

ah
if you tempt with your charms
ah
you can hold me in your arms
ah
but if you force yourself on me
ah
things are gonna get nasty

(baby baby baby baby)

no way no way
man-ah man-ah (x3)

not today
don't get fresh with me

we share each others' secrets
don't take things to heart
friendship that will always be true
mmm

we're lookin' for the guys
who can take us to new highs
sex appeal
intelligence too

ah
if you got the cheek to think
ah
you can buy me with one drink
ah
huh! you're livin' in a dreamworld, boy
ah
go buy yourself another toy

(baby baby baby baby)

no way no way
man-ah man-ah (x3)

not today
don't get fresh with me

no way no way

did you hear what that guy just said to me
haha
oh don't tell me
i could have any girl here
but it's your lucky night
no way
he said that to me last week
well actually, i think he's kinda sweet

no way no way
man-ah man-ah (x3)

not today
don't get fresh with me

David Kaffinetti

Dennis Brown

Graham Stansfield

Joe Gibson

Mark Ashton

Stephen Gould

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Hip Hop

2001

[Chorus]
Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And bolt the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round

Now when you climb [fade]
And when you lock [fade]
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round.

[Maxi Jazz]
Until you wake up
You people need a shake up
You take up so much time
Worrying, Scurrying,
Here, there,
Losing your hair
No money to spare
No love to share
No wonder you appear under pressure from here
You look fresh, yeah
But all I got is dirt in my hair
My nightmares manifest,
But I can escape
Yours is in your chest
With no form or shape
The tape is running
I push the button to send
Upon each other we all depend
Message end

Whoever asks my name
Or where I came from
People fear contamination
If they chary too long
I carry a strong
Sin of despair
It's in the air
I'm broken and hard to repair
I may mistaken be
But I patiently wait
On the path to humanity
I sit at the gates

[Chorus]
Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And bolt the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round

Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And bolt the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round

[Maxi Jazz]
Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul,
Down the river
My liver in bad condition
Like my skin
Rain falling, once again
I'm in my bed
Hurt the time in
I'm gonna struggle for air
There's hair in my food
When I get it usually someone already half ate it
Touch it, not to let it
Get me down
But my head starting to pound
People go round, and round and round

From one I get a cigarette
A little more love found
But the ground is still wet
My teeth are chattering
And there's a spattering of seeds
Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet
When I sleep I'll do my deep in the mainstream
But unaccountably my heart was growing
Small and mean
A hurry past
Wretched people I pretend I haven't seen
But there's money in my pocket
And my clothes are clean?

[Maxi Jazz 4x]
I said money in my pocket
But I just can't give no love
Money in my pocket
But I just can't give no love

[Chorus]
Now when you climb
Into your bed tonight
And when you lock
And bolt the door
Just think of those
Out in the cold and dark
'Cause there is not enough love to go round
'Cause there is not enough love to go round

Ray Davies

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1969

Remember walking with you by my side
You were my Papa and I was your pride
Now I've got children and I'm going grey
No time for talking I got nothin' to say

Those Sunday dinners that we had at home
Now I've got a house and I've got friends of my own
We can't do tomorrow what we did yesterday
It's best that we're going our separate ways, OK

How is your rheumatism (nothing to say)
How are your chillblains (nothing to say)
How's Aunty Mabel (nothing to say)
So far Papa, I got nothin' to say, OK

Those happy days we spent together
We thought our world would never change
How the days go by
And things will never be the same

You keep pretending that everything's fine
So you make small talk to help pass the time
But all the words that you spit from your face
Add up to nothin' you got nothin' to say

How are those noisy neighbors next door
I'll have to go soon 'cos I'm getting bored
I gotta be home early to see a good play
So far Papa, I got nothin' to say

How is your life insurance (nothing to say)
How is your trade union (nothing to say)
How is your Independence (nothing to say)
So for Papa, I got nothin' to say