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Save Me
Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky Mick & Tich
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Writers
Alan Blaikley
Ken Howard
Themes
Body
Numbers
Genres
Pop
Year
1966
Lyrics
Hold tight, count to three,
Gotta stay close by me
And hold tight, sing and shout
Just ride my round-about
And hold tight, shut your eyes, girl,
You suit me for size.
Forget the other guys.
You'll never fall each time you call.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.
Hold tight make me feel
What you say is for real
And hold tight, Carousel, girl,
You'll soon ring my bell
And hold tight, we will fly,
Swinging low, swinging high.
We're gonna make the sky.
You'll never fall each time you call.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.
Hold tight, count to three,
Gotta stay close by me
And hold tight, sing and shout
Just ride my round-about
And hold tight, shut your eyes, girl,
You suit me for size.
Forget the other guys.
You'll never fall each time you call.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.
Gotta stay close by me
And hold tight, sing and shout
Just ride my round-about
And hold tight, shut your eyes, girl,
You suit me for size.
Forget the other guys.
You'll never fall each time you call.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.
Hold tight make me feel
What you say is for real
And hold tight, Carousel, girl,
You'll soon ring my bell
And hold tight, we will fly,
Swinging low, swinging high.
We're gonna make the sky.
You'll never fall each time you call.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.
Hold tight, count to three,
Gotta stay close by me
And hold tight, sing and shout
Just ride my round-about
And hold tight, shut your eyes, girl,
You suit me for size.
Forget the other guys.
You'll never fall each time you call.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.
Seven Deadly Sins
The Dubliners
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Writers
Jim Mclean
Themes
Body
Names
Food and Drink
Time
Numbers
Animals
Genres
folk
Year
1968
Lyrics
Some say that kissing's a sin
But tell me how can that be true
For kissing has been in this world
Since the very first day there was two
Chorus:
No if it wasn't legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prison would be full of folks who had a (....) or two
And if they didn't like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn't plenty the poor folk would get none
(chorus (....) first time kiss, second time bet,
third time curse, fourth time smoke, fifth time drink)
Some say that gambling's a sin
But I'll bet you 15 to 1
That gambling has been in this world
Since horses and greyhounds could run
Chorus,
Some say that swearing's a sin
But were is the man that can tell
For swearing has been in this world
Since the devil was told 'go to hell'
Chorus,
And some say that smoking's a sin
But a pipe now and then is enough
But smoking has been in this world
Since Adam taught Eve how to puff
Chorus,
Some say that drinking's a sin
But a gargle is fine now and then
For drinking has been in this world
For ever and ever amen
Chorus.
But tell me how can that be true
For kissing has been in this world
Since the very first day there was two
Chorus:
No if it wasn't legal then the lawyers they would sue
And the prison would be full of folks who had a (....) or two
And if they didn't like it then away the girls would run
And if it wasn't plenty the poor folk would get none
(chorus (....) first time kiss, second time bet,
third time curse, fourth time smoke, fifth time drink)
Some say that gambling's a sin
But I'll bet you 15 to 1
That gambling has been in this world
Since horses and greyhounds could run
Chorus,
Some say that swearing's a sin
But were is the man that can tell
For swearing has been in this world
Since the devil was told 'go to hell'
Chorus,
And some say that smoking's a sin
But a pipe now and then is enough
But smoking has been in this world
Since Adam taught Eve how to puff
Chorus,
Some say that drinking's a sin
But a gargle is fine now and then
For drinking has been in this world
For ever and ever amen
Chorus.
Seven Drunken Nights
The Dubliners
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Writers
Barney McKenna
Ciaran Bourke
John Sheahan
Luke Kelly
Ronnie Drew
Themes
Food and Drink
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Animals
Genres
folk
Year
1967
Lyrics
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
Seven Drunken Nights
Foster & Allen
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Writers
Barney McKenna
Ciaran Bourke
John Sheahan
Luke Kelly
Ronnie Drew
Themes
Food and Drink
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Animals
Genres
folk
Year
2004
Lyrics
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before
And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before
And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before
As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should be
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
Seven Nights To Rock
Moon Mullican
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Writers
Buck Trail
Henry Glover
Louis Innis
Themes
Names
Celebration
Places
Time
Numbers
Genres
Rock 'n' Roll
Rock
Year
1956
Lyrics
[CHORUS]
Seven nights to rock
Seven nights to roll
Seven nights I'm gonna show my face
With a different woman
In a different place
Seven nights to rock
Well I've got seven nights to roll
Monday I'm gonna rock with Jane
Tuesday it's gonna be Lorraine
Wednesday it's Estelene
Thursday Betty-Sue and me
Friday it's Linda-lou
Saturday and Sunday any chick will do
[CHORUS]
Monday sister Suzie's ball
Tuesday I'm at the union hall
Wednesday I'm at the roadhouse inn
Thursday I'm at the lion's den
Friday I hit the chatterbox
Saturday and Sunday everybody rocks
[CHORUS]
Monday sister Suzie's ball
Tuesday I'm at the union hall
Wednesday I'm at the roadhouse inn
Thursday I'm at the lion's den
Friday I hit the chatterbox
Saturday and Sunday everybody rocks
[CHORUS]
Seven nights to rock
Seven nights to roll
Seven nights I'm gonna show my face
With a different woman
In a different place
Seven nights to rock
Well I've got seven nights to roll
Monday I'm gonna rock with Jane
Tuesday it's gonna be Lorraine
Wednesday it's Estelene
Thursday Betty-Sue and me
Friday it's Linda-lou
Saturday and Sunday any chick will do
[CHORUS]
Monday sister Suzie's ball
Tuesday I'm at the union hall
Wednesday I'm at the roadhouse inn
Thursday I'm at the lion's den
Friday I hit the chatterbox
Saturday and Sunday everybody rocks
[CHORUS]
Monday sister Suzie's ball
Tuesday I'm at the union hall
Wednesday I'm at the roadhouse inn
Thursday I'm at the lion's den
Friday I hit the chatterbox
Saturday and Sunday everybody rocks
[CHORUS]
Seven Stones
Genesis
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Writers
Mike Rutherford
Peter Gabriel
Steve Hackett
Tony Banks
Themes
Weather
Country/Nature
Numbers
Money
Animals
Genres
Rock
Year
1971
Lyrics
I heard the old man tell his tale:
Tinker, alone within a storm,
And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree,
Seven stones
Lay on the ground.
Within the seventh house a friend was found.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Sailors, in peril on the sea,
Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer, and not yet seen.
They see a gull
Flying by.
The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Nowhere.
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter.
The laughter of the world only grieves him,
believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
I heard the old man tell his tale:
Farmer, who knows not when to sow,
Consults the old man clutching money in his hand.
And with a shrug,
The old man smiled,
Took the money, left the farmer wild.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Nowhere.
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter.
The laughter of the world only grieves him,
believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
Tinker, alone within a storm,
And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree,
Seven stones
Lay on the ground.
Within the seventh house a friend was found.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Sailors, in peril on the sea,
Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer, and not yet seen.
They see a gull
Flying by.
The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Nowhere.
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter.
The laughter of the world only grieves him,
believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
I heard the old man tell his tale:
Farmer, who knows not when to sow,
Consults the old man clutching money in his hand.
And with a shrug,
The old man smiled,
Took the money, left the farmer wild.
And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere.
Nowhere.
Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter.
The laughter of the world only grieves him,
believe him,
The old man's guide is chance.
Shoop
Salt 'N' Pepa
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Writers
Cheryl James
Ike Turner
Mark Sparks
Otwane A Roberts
Sandra Denton
Themes
Body
Food and Drink
Colours
Time
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Genres
Hip Hop
Year
1993
Lyrics
Hey, yeah - I wanna shoop, baby
[Oooo, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, (ha-ha) yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy]
Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh
Wicked, wicked (oooo) - had to kick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake booty?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
You're a shotgun - bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha-
Well-a, I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum
Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please)
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna...
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Baby, hey)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep's on the set
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling
Not falling in love but I'm falling for your [super sperm]
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
[Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you]
Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie
Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!"
I like what ya do when you do what ya do
You make me wanna shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
[Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He's the cutest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Oooo!]
S and the P wanna get with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right)
I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah)
Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Mmmm, I wanna shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Oh, you make me wanna shoop
Hey yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
[Oooo, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, (ha-ha) yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy]
Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh
Wicked, wicked (oooo) - had to kick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake booty?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
You're a shotgun - bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha-
Well-a, I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum
Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please)
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna...
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Baby, hey)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop (Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby)
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep's on the set
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling
Not falling in love but I'm falling for your [super sperm]
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
[Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you]
Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie
Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!"
I like what ya do when you do what ya do
You make me wanna shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
[Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He's the cutest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Oooo!]
S and the P wanna get with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right)
I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah)
Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Mmmm, I wanna shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
Oh, you make me wanna shoop
Hey yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
Shout Bama Lama
The Detroit Cobras
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Writers
Otis Redding
Themes
Body
Names
Places
Time
Numbers
Animals
Genres
Rock
Year
2001
Lyrics
he's down in alabama
shoutin' bamalama
way down in louisana
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
lord have mercy on my soul
how many chickens have i stole
one last night and the night before
i'm going back and tryin' to get 10, 11 more
startin' to get 'em and i
i love a chicken, baby
shoutin' bamalama
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
9 feet, 10 feet we're goin' for the build
9 feet left on a 10 feet of hill
10 feet turn around a 9 feet fence
his teeth fell out, but his tongue stayed in
it's gettin' said so...
he got the chicken, baby
shoutin' bamalama
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
leo demarket rode a line one day
bad little fella comin' down the way
we were talkin' 'bout the family, its a cryin' shame
he tell ya, "mother is workin' on the chain gang"
she busts his britches now
she's good at workin' hard
shoutin' bamalama
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
the preacher and the deacon were prayin' one day
along come a bear comin' down that way
the preacher told the deacon to say a prayer
he said, "lord, a prayer wont kill this bear"
i gotta make it, baby
shout bamalama
i gotta run for it
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
shoutin' bamalama
way down in louisana
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
lord have mercy on my soul
how many chickens have i stole
one last night and the night before
i'm going back and tryin' to get 10, 11 more
startin' to get 'em and i
i love a chicken, baby
shoutin' bamalama
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
9 feet, 10 feet we're goin' for the build
9 feet left on a 10 feet of hill
10 feet turn around a 9 feet fence
his teeth fell out, but his tongue stayed in
it's gettin' said so...
he got the chicken, baby
shoutin' bamalama
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
leo demarket rode a line one day
bad little fella comin' down the way
we were talkin' 'bout the family, its a cryin' shame
he tell ya, "mother is workin' on the chain gang"
she busts his britches now
she's good at workin' hard
shoutin' bamalama
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
the preacher and the deacon were prayin' one day
along come a bear comin' down that way
the preacher told the deacon to say a prayer
he said, "lord, a prayer wont kill this bear"
i gotta make it, baby
shout bamalama
i gotta run for it
well, well, well
nobody's gonna set him down
Side By Side By Side
David Kernan & Millicent Martin "Hey! Mr. Producer" (1998 West End Concert)
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Writers
Stephen Sondheim
Themes
Names
Food and Drink
Weather
Time
Numbers
Genres
Showtunes
Year
1976
Lyrics
ROBERT:
Isn't it warm?
Isn't it rosy?
Side by side by side.
SARAH [speaking]: He's such a cutie. Isn't he a cutie?
ROBERT:
Ports in a storm,
Comfy and cozy,
Side by side by side.
PETER: He never loses his cool.
HARRY: I envy that.
ROBERT:
Everything shines,
How sweet!
ROBERT, SARAH & HARRY:
Side by side...
SUSAN: We're just so fond of him.
ROBERT:
...by side.
Parallel lines
Who meet.
FRIENDS:
Love him!
Can't get enough of him!
ROBERT:
Everyone winks,
Nobody's nosy,
Side by side by side.
JOANNE: He is just crazy about me.
PAUL: He's a very tender guy.
ROBERT:
You bring the drinks
And I'll bring the posy--
ROBERT, JOANNE, LARRY:
Side by side...
LARRY: He's always there when you need him.
ROBERT:
...by side.
One is lonely and two is boring,
Think what you can keep ignoring
Side by side by side.
AMY: He's my best friend...I mean, apart from my husband.
FRIENDS:
Never a bother!
Seven times a godfather!
ALL:
Year after year,
Older and older...
LARRY: It's amazing. We've gotten older every year and he seems to
stay exactly the same.
ALL:
Sharing a tear,
Lending a shoulder.
DAVID: You know what comes to my mind when I see him? The Seagram's
building. Isn't that funny?
ALL:
Ain't we got fun?
No strain.
JOANNE: Sometimes I catch him looking and looking--and I just look
right back.
ALL:
Permanent sun,
No rain.
We're so crazy, he's so sane.
Friendship forbids
Anything bitter.
PAUL: You know, a person like Bob doesn't have the good things and he
doesn't have the bad things, but he doesn't have the good things either.
ALL:
Being the kids
As well as the sitter--
HARRY: Let me make him a drink. He's the only guy I know I feel should
drink more.
ROBERT:
One's impossible, two is dreary,
Three is company, safe and cheery.
ALL:
Side...
SARAH: He always looks like he's keeping score.
ALL:
By side...
SARAH: Who's winning, Robert?
ALL: By side.
ROBERT:
Here is the church,
Here is the steeple.
Open the doors
And see all the crazy married people.
FRIENDS:
What would we do without you?
How would we ever get through?
Who would I complain to for hours?
Who'd bring me the flowers
When I have the flu?
Who'd finish yesterday's stew?
Who'd take the kids to the zoo?
Who is so dear, and who is so deep,
And who would keep her/him occupied when I want to sleep?
How would we ever get through?
What would we do without you?
What would we do without you?
How would we ever get through?
Should there be a marital squabble,
Available Bob'll
Be there with the glue.
Who could we open up to,
Secrets we keep from guess who?
Who is so safe, and who is so sound?
You never need an analyst with Bobby around!
How would we ever get through?
What would we do without you?
What would we do without you?
How would we ever get through?
Who sends anniversary wishes?
Who helps with the dishes
And never says boo?
Who changes subjects on cue?
Who cheers us up when we're blue?
Who is a flirt, but never a threat,
Reminds us of our birthdays which we always forget?
How would we ever get through?
What would we do without you?
What would we do without you?
How would we ever get--
How would we ever get--
How would we ever get--
How would we ever get--through?
What would we do without you?
ROBERT:
Just what you usually do.
FRIENDS:
Right!
You who sit with us,
You who share with us,
You who fit with us,
You who bear with us,
You-hoo, you-hoo,
You-hoo, you-hoo...
ROBERT: Okay now! Everybody!
ALL:
Isn't it warm?
Isn't it rosy?
Side by side!
Ports in a storm,
Comfy and cozy,
Side by side!
Everything shines,
How sweet,
Side by side!
Parallel lines
Who meet,
Side by side!
Year after year,
Older and older,
Side by side!
Sharing a tear
And lending a shoulder,
Side by side!
One's impossible, two is gloomy,
Give another number to me,
Side by side by side by side
By side by side by side by side
By side!
Isn't it warm?
Isn't it rosy?
Side by side by side.
SARAH [speaking]: He's such a cutie. Isn't he a cutie?
ROBERT:
Ports in a storm,
Comfy and cozy,
Side by side by side.
PETER: He never loses his cool.
HARRY: I envy that.
ROBERT:
Everything shines,
How sweet!
ROBERT, SARAH & HARRY:
Side by side...
SUSAN: We're just so fond of him.
ROBERT:
...by side.
Parallel lines
Who meet.
FRIENDS:
Love him!
Can't get enough of him!
ROBERT:
Everyone winks,
Nobody's nosy,
Side by side by side.
JOANNE: He is just crazy about me.
PAUL: He's a very tender guy.
ROBERT:
You bring the drinks
And I'll bring the posy--
ROBERT, JOANNE, LARRY:
Side by side...
LARRY: He's always there when you need him.
ROBERT:
...by side.
One is lonely and two is boring,
Think what you can keep ignoring
Side by side by side.
AMY: He's my best friend...I mean, apart from my husband.
FRIENDS:
Never a bother!
Seven times a godfather!
ALL:
Year after year,
Older and older...
LARRY: It's amazing. We've gotten older every year and he seems to
stay exactly the same.
ALL:
Sharing a tear,
Lending a shoulder.
DAVID: You know what comes to my mind when I see him? The Seagram's
building. Isn't that funny?
ALL:
Ain't we got fun?
No strain.
JOANNE: Sometimes I catch him looking and looking--and I just look
right back.
ALL:
Permanent sun,
No rain.
We're so crazy, he's so sane.
Friendship forbids
Anything bitter.
PAUL: You know, a person like Bob doesn't have the good things and he
doesn't have the bad things, but he doesn't have the good things either.
ALL:
Being the kids
As well as the sitter--
HARRY: Let me make him a drink. He's the only guy I know I feel should
drink more.
ROBERT:
One's impossible, two is dreary,
Three is company, safe and cheery.
ALL:
Side...
SARAH: He always looks like he's keeping score.
ALL:
By side...
SARAH: Who's winning, Robert?
ALL: By side.
ROBERT:
Here is the church,
Here is the steeple.
Open the doors
And see all the crazy married people.
FRIENDS:
What would we do without you?
How would we ever get through?
Who would I complain to for hours?
Who'd bring me the flowers
When I have the flu?
Who'd finish yesterday's stew?
Who'd take the kids to the zoo?
Who is so dear, and who is so deep,
And who would keep her/him occupied when I want to sleep?
How would we ever get through?
What would we do without you?
What would we do without you?
How would we ever get through?
Should there be a marital squabble,
Available Bob'll
Be there with the glue.
Who could we open up to,
Secrets we keep from guess who?
Who is so safe, and who is so sound?
You never need an analyst with Bobby around!
How would we ever get through?
What would we do without you?
What would we do without you?
How would we ever get through?
Who sends anniversary wishes?
Who helps with the dishes
And never says boo?
Who changes subjects on cue?
Who cheers us up when we're blue?
Who is a flirt, but never a threat,
Reminds us of our birthdays which we always forget?
How would we ever get through?
What would we do without you?
What would we do without you?
How would we ever get--
How would we ever get--
How would we ever get--
How would we ever get--through?
What would we do without you?
ROBERT:
Just what you usually do.
FRIENDS:
Right!
You who sit with us,
You who share with us,
You who fit with us,
You who bear with us,
You-hoo, you-hoo,
You-hoo, you-hoo...
ROBERT: Okay now! Everybody!
ALL:
Isn't it warm?
Isn't it rosy?
Side by side!
Ports in a storm,
Comfy and cozy,
Side by side!
Everything shines,
How sweet,
Side by side!
Parallel lines
Who meet,
Side by side!
Year after year,
Older and older,
Side by side!
Sharing a tear
And lending a shoulder,
Side by side!
One's impossible, two is gloomy,
Give another number to me,
Side by side by side by side
By side by side by side by side
By side!
Simple Song Of Freedom
Bobby Darin
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Writers
Bobby Darin
Themes
Inspirational
Time
Numbers
Genres
Easy Listening
Year
1969
Lyrics
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me?
I don't want your diamonds or your game
I do want to be someone known to you as me
and I will bet my life you want the same
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Seven hundred million are enlisted
Most of what you read, most of what you read, is made of lies
But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung, never sung, before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
No doubt some folks enjoy doin' battle
Like presidents, prime ministers and kings
So let's all build them shelves so they can fight among themselves
and leave us be those who want to sing
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me?
I don't want your diamonds or your game
I do want to be someone known to you as me
and I will bet my life you want the same
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Seven hundred million are enlisted
Most of what you read, most of what you read, is made of lies
But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung, never sung, before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
No doubt some folks enjoy doin' battle
Like presidents, prime ministers and kings
So let's all build them shelves so they can fight among themselves
and leave us be those who want to sing
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise
Sixty Minute Man
The Trammps
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Writers
Rose Marks
William E Ward
Themes
Body
Names
Time
Numbers
Genres
R&B/Soul
Year
1975
Lyrics
Well, listen here, girls, I'm telling you now,
They call me loving Dan,
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
And if you don't believe I'm all I say,
Come up and take my hand.
As soon as I leave you go, you'll cry
"Oh yeah, he's a sixty-minute man!"
Chorus
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing,
And then you'll holler, "Danny boy, please don't stop!"
There'll be fifteen minutes of teasing, fifteen minutes of
pleasing,
Fifteen minutes of blowing my top (mop! mop! mop!)
Well, if your man ain't treating you right,
Come up and see your Dan.
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
Chorus 2
Sixty (minute man)
Well they call me (loving Dan)
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
Repeat chorus 2
Repeat chorus
Well, if your man ain't treating you right,
Come up and see your Dan.
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
Oh yeah! Sixty minute,
Rocking, rolling, ramming, jamming all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
(Contributed by Bette Carl - May 2002)
*****
SIXTY MINUTE MAN
(William Ward)
Huey Lewis & The News
60 minute man, 60 minute man
I'll rock em', roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
Well if you don't believe I'm all I say
Come up and see your man
Cause I'll rock em', roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
And if you don't believe I can do what I say
Come out and see my band
Cause I'll rock em, roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing
Then you holler please don't stop
There'll be fifteen minutes of teasin' and fifteen
minutes of pleasin'
And fifteen minutes of blowing my top
And if you don't believe I'm all I say
Come out and see the man
Cause I'll rock em, roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing
Then you holler please don't stop
There'll be fifteen minutes of teasin' and fifteen
minutes of pleasin'
And fifteen minutes of blowing my top
And if you don't believe I'm all I say
Come up and see the man
Cause I'll rock em', roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
And if you don't believe that I can do what I say
Come out and see the man
Cause I'll rock em', roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
Oh yeah, 60 minute man
They call me loving Dan,
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
And if you don't believe I'm all I say,
Come up and take my hand.
As soon as I leave you go, you'll cry
"Oh yeah, he's a sixty-minute man!"
Chorus
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing,
And then you'll holler, "Danny boy, please don't stop!"
There'll be fifteen minutes of teasing, fifteen minutes of
pleasing,
Fifteen minutes of blowing my top (mop! mop! mop!)
Well, if your man ain't treating you right,
Come up and see your Dan.
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
Chorus 2
Sixty (minute man)
Well they call me (loving Dan)
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
Repeat chorus 2
Repeat chorus
Well, if your man ain't treating you right,
Come up and see your Dan.
I'll rock 'em, roll 'em all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
Oh yeah! Sixty minute,
Rocking, rolling, ramming, jamming all night long
I'm a sixty-minute man.
(Contributed by Bette Carl - May 2002)
*****
SIXTY MINUTE MAN
(William Ward)
Huey Lewis & The News
60 minute man, 60 minute man
I'll rock em', roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
Well if you don't believe I'm all I say
Come up and see your man
Cause I'll rock em', roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
And if you don't believe I can do what I say
Come out and see my band
Cause I'll rock em, roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing
Then you holler please don't stop
There'll be fifteen minutes of teasin' and fifteen
minutes of pleasin'
And fifteen minutes of blowing my top
And if you don't believe I'm all I say
Come out and see the man
Cause I'll rock em, roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
There'll be fifteen minutes of kissing
Then you holler please don't stop
There'll be fifteen minutes of teasin' and fifteen
minutes of pleasin'
And fifteen minutes of blowing my top
And if you don't believe I'm all I say
Come up and see the man
Cause I'll rock em', roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
And if you don't believe that I can do what I say
Come out and see the man
Cause I'll rock em', roll em' all night long
I am the 60 minute man
Oh yeah, 60 minute man
Small Change
Tom Waits
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Writers
Tom Waits
Themes
Body
Dreams
Weather
Places
Time
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Genres
Blues
folk
Year
1976
Lyrics
Well small change got rained on with his own .38
and nobody flinched down by the arcade
and the marquise weren't weeping
they went stark-raving mad
and the cabbies were the only ones
that really had it made
and his cold trousers were twisted,
and the sirens high and shrill
and crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
and the naked mannikins with their
cheshire grins
and the raconteurs
and roustabouts said buddy
come on in
cause the dreams ain't broken down here now
now ...they're walking with a limp
now that
small change got rained on with his own .38
and nobody flinched down by the arcade
and the burglar alarm's been disconnected
and the newsmen start to rattle
and the cops are tellin' jokes
about some whore house in Seattle
and the fire hydrants plead the 5th Amendment
and the furniture's bargains galore
but the blood is by the jukebox
on an old linoleum floor
and it's a hot rain on 42nd Street
and now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic
with stains on his pants cause
small change got rained on with his own .38
and no one's gone over to close his eyes
and there's a racing form in his pocket
circled Blue Boots in the 3rd
and the cashier at the clothing store
he didn't say a word as the
siren tears the night in half
and someone lost his wallet
well it's surveillance of assailants
if that's whatchawannacallit
and the whores hike up their skirts
and fish for drug-store prophylactics*
with their mouths cut just like
razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
and her radiator's steaming
and her teeth are in a wreck
now she won't let you kiss her
but what the hell do you expect
and the Gypsies are tragic and if you
wanna to buy perfume, well
they'll bark you down like
carneys... sell you Christmas cards in June
but...
small change got rained on with his own .38
and his headstone's
a gumball machine
no more chewing gum
or baseball cards or
overcoats or dreams and
someone is hosing down the sidewalk
and he's only in his teens
small change got rained on with his own .38
and a fistful of dollars can't change that
and someone copped his watch fob
and someone got his ring
and the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
and the tuberculosis old men
at the Nelson wheeze and cough
and someone will head south
until this whole thing cools off cause
small change got rained on with his own .38
yea small change got rained on with his own .38
and nobody flinched down by the arcade
and the marquise weren't weeping
they went stark-raving mad
and the cabbies were the only ones
that really had it made
and his cold trousers were twisted,
and the sirens high and shrill
and crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
and the naked mannikins with their
cheshire grins
and the raconteurs
and roustabouts said buddy
come on in
cause the dreams ain't broken down here now
now ...they're walking with a limp
now that
small change got rained on with his own .38
and nobody flinched down by the arcade
and the burglar alarm's been disconnected
and the newsmen start to rattle
and the cops are tellin' jokes
about some whore house in Seattle
and the fire hydrants plead the 5th Amendment
and the furniture's bargains galore
but the blood is by the jukebox
on an old linoleum floor
and it's a hot rain on 42nd Street
and now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic
with stains on his pants cause
small change got rained on with his own .38
and no one's gone over to close his eyes
and there's a racing form in his pocket
circled Blue Boots in the 3rd
and the cashier at the clothing store
he didn't say a word as the
siren tears the night in half
and someone lost his wallet
well it's surveillance of assailants
if that's whatchawannacallit
and the whores hike up their skirts
and fish for drug-store prophylactics*
with their mouths cut just like
razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
and her radiator's steaming
and her teeth are in a wreck
now she won't let you kiss her
but what the hell do you expect
and the Gypsies are tragic and if you
wanna to buy perfume, well
they'll bark you down like
carneys... sell you Christmas cards in June
but...
small change got rained on with his own .38
and his headstone's
a gumball machine
no more chewing gum
or baseball cards or
overcoats or dreams and
someone is hosing down the sidewalk
and he's only in his teens
small change got rained on with his own .38
and a fistful of dollars can't change that
and someone copped his watch fob
and someone got his ring
and the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
and the tuberculosis old men
at the Nelson wheeze and cough
and someone will head south
until this whole thing cools off cause
small change got rained on with his own .38
yea small change got rained on with his own .38
So Doggone Lonesome
Johnny Cash
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Johnny Cash
Themes
Weather
Country/Nature
Colours
Time
Numbers
Genres
Country and Western
Year
1955
Lyrics
I do my best to hide this lowdown feelin'
I try to make believe there's nothing wrong
But they're always asking me about you darling
And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone
If they ask me I guess I'd be denyin'
that I've been unhappy all alone
But if they heard my heart they'd hear it cryin'
Where's my darling, when's she coming home
I ask myself a million times what's right for me to do
To try to lose my blues alone or hang around for you
But I make it pretty good until that moon comes shining through
And that I get so doggone lonesome
Time stands still when you're a waitin'
sometimes I think my heart is stoppin' too
One lonely hour seems forever
sixty minutes more to wait for you
But I guess I'll keep waitin' till you're with me cause I believe that loving you is right
But I don't care if the sun don't rise tomorrow if I can't have you with me tonight
Well I know I'll keep on loving you
cause true love can't be killed
I ought to get you off of my mind
but I guess I never will
I could have a dozen others
but I know I'd love you still
Cause I get so doggone lonesome
I try to make believe there's nothing wrong
But they're always asking me about you darling
And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone
If they ask me I guess I'd be denyin'
that I've been unhappy all alone
But if they heard my heart they'd hear it cryin'
Where's my darling, when's she coming home
I ask myself a million times what's right for me to do
To try to lose my blues alone or hang around for you
But I make it pretty good until that moon comes shining through
And that I get so doggone lonesome
Time stands still when you're a waitin'
sometimes I think my heart is stoppin' too
One lonely hour seems forever
sixty minutes more to wait for you
But I guess I'll keep waitin' till you're with me cause I believe that loving you is right
But I don't care if the sun don't rise tomorrow if I can't have you with me tonight
Well I know I'll keep on loving you
cause true love can't be killed
I ought to get you off of my mind
but I guess I never will
I could have a dozen others
but I know I'd love you still
Cause I get so doggone lonesome
Sonny Boy
Al Jolson
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Writers
Al Jolson
Buddy DeSylva
Lew Brown
Ray Henderson
Themes
Baby/Children
Body
Names
Love
Numbers
Genres
Easy Listening
Vintage
Year
1928
Lyrics
Climb upon my knee, Sonny Boy,
Though you're only three, Sonny Boy,
You've no way of knowing,
There's no way of showing,
What you mean to me, Sonny Boy.
When there are grey skies,
I don't mind the grey skies,
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.
Friends may forsake me,
Let them all forsake me,
I still have you, Sonny Boy.
You're sent from Heaven
And I know your worth,
You've made a Heaven
For me, right here on Earth
When I'm old and grey, dear,
Promise you won't stray, dear
For I love you so, Sonny Boy.
When there are grey skies,
I don't mind the grey skies,
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.
Friends may forsake me,
Let `em, let `em all forsake me,
I still have you, Sonny Boy.
You're sent from Heaven
And I know your worth,
Why, you made a Heaven
For me, right here on Earth.
And the Angels, they grew lonely,
And they took you because they were lonely,
Now I'm lonely too, Sonny Boy.
Though you're only three, Sonny Boy,
You've no way of knowing,
There's no way of showing,
What you mean to me, Sonny Boy.
When there are grey skies,
I don't mind the grey skies,
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.
Friends may forsake me,
Let them all forsake me,
I still have you, Sonny Boy.
You're sent from Heaven
And I know your worth,
You've made a Heaven
For me, right here on Earth
When I'm old and grey, dear,
Promise you won't stray, dear
For I love you so, Sonny Boy.
When there are grey skies,
I don't mind the grey skies,
You make them blue, Sonny Boy.
Friends may forsake me,
Let `em, let `em all forsake me,
I still have you, Sonny Boy.
You're sent from Heaven
And I know your worth,
Why, you made a Heaven
For me, right here on Earth.
And the Angels, they grew lonely,
And they took you because they were lonely,
Now I'm lonely too, Sonny Boy.
Sound Of Da Police
Krs-One
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Writers
Alan Lomax
Bryan Chandler
Eric Burdon
Erick S Sermon
Lawrence Parker
Rodney Lemay
Themes
Body
Weather
Places
Time
Time
Numbers
Genres
Hip Hop
Year
1993
Lyrics
Chorus:
Woop-woop!
That's the sound of da police!
Woop-woop!
That's the sound of the beast!
Verse One:
Stand clear! Don man a-talk
You can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walk
Watch out! We run New York
Police man come, we bust him out the park
I know this for a fact, you don't like how I act
You claim I'm sellin' crack
But you be doin' that
I'd rather say "see ya"
Cause I would never be ya
Be a officer? You WICKED overseer!
Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
First show a little respect, change your behavior
Change your attitude, change your plan
There could never really be justice on stolen land
Are you really for peace and equality?
Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me
Your laws are minimal
Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal
This has got to cease
Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!
Chorus
Verse Two:
Now here's a likkle truth
Open up your eye
While you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exercise
Take the word "overseer," like a sample
Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer!
Yeah, officer from overseer
You need a little clarity?
Check the similarity!
The overseer rode around the plantation
The officer is off patroling all the nation
The overseer could stop you what you're doing
The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing
The overseer had the right to get ill
And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill
The officer has the right to arrest
And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!
(Woop!) They both ride horses
After 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!
The police them have a little gun
So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one
(Woop-woop!) I hear it all day
Just so they can run the light and be upon their way
Chorus
Verse Three:
Check out the message in a rough stylee
The real criminals are the C-O-P
You check for undercover and the one PD
But just a mere Black man, them want check me
Them check out me car for it shine like the sun
But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one
Black people still slaves up til today
But the Black police officer nah see it that way
Him want a salary
Him want it
So he put on a badge and kill people for it
My grandfather had to deal with the cops
My great-grandfather dealt with the cops
My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops
And then my great, great, great, great... when it's gonna stop?!
Chorus
Woop-woop!
That's the sound of da police!
Woop-woop!
That's the sound of the beast!
Verse One:
Stand clear! Don man a-talk
You can't stand where I stand, you can't walk where I walk
Watch out! We run New York
Police man come, we bust him out the park
I know this for a fact, you don't like how I act
You claim I'm sellin' crack
But you be doin' that
I'd rather say "see ya"
Cause I would never be ya
Be a officer? You WICKED overseer!
Ya hotshot, wanna get props and be a saviour
First show a little respect, change your behavior
Change your attitude, change your plan
There could never really be justice on stolen land
Are you really for peace and equality?
Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me
Your laws are minimal
Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal
This has got to cease
Cause we be getting HYPED to the sound of da police!
Chorus
Verse Two:
Now here's a likkle truth
Open up your eye
While you're checking out the boom-bap, check the exercise
Take the word "overseer," like a sample
Repeat it very quickly in a crew for example
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Overseer
Officer, Officer, Officer, Officer!
Yeah, officer from overseer
You need a little clarity?
Check the similarity!
The overseer rode around the plantation
The officer is off patroling all the nation
The overseer could stop you what you're doing
The officer will pull you over just when he's pursuing
The overseer had the right to get ill
And if you fought back, the overseer had the right to kill
The officer has the right to arrest
And if you fight back they put a hole in your chest!
(Woop!) They both ride horses
After 400 years, I've _got_ no choices!
The police them have a little gun
So when I'm on the streets, I walk around with a bigger one
(Woop-woop!) I hear it all day
Just so they can run the light and be upon their way
Chorus
Verse Three:
Check out the message in a rough stylee
The real criminals are the C-O-P
You check for undercover and the one PD
But just a mere Black man, them want check me
Them check out me car for it shine like the sun
But them jealous or them vexed cause them can't afford one
Black people still slaves up til today
But the Black police officer nah see it that way
Him want a salary
Him want it
So he put on a badge and kill people for it
My grandfather had to deal with the cops
My great-grandfather dealt with the cops
My GREAT grandfather had to deal with the cops
And then my great, great, great, great... when it's gonna stop?!
Chorus
Step Right Up
Tom Waits
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Tom Waits
Themes
Food and Drink
Colours
Time
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Animals
Genres
Blues
Jazz
Year
1976
Lyrics
Step right up
Step right up
Step right up
Everyone's a winner, bargains galore
That's right, you too can be the proud owner
Of the quality goes in before the name goes on
One-tenth of a dollar
One-tenth of a dollar
We got service after sales
You need perfume? we got perfume
How 'bout an engagement ring?
Something for the little lady
Something for the little lady
Something for the little lady, hmm
Three for a dollar
We got a year-end clearance, we got a white sale
And a smoke-damaged furniture
You can drive it away today
Act now, act now
And receive as our gift, our gift to you
They come in all colors, one size fits all
No muss, no fuss, no spills
You're tired of kitchen drudgery
Everything must go
Going out of business
Going out of business
Going out of business sale
Fifty percent off original retail price
Skip the middle man
Don't settle for less
How do we do it?
How do we do it?
Volume, volume, turn up the volume
Now you've heard it advertised, don't hesitate
Don't be caught with your drawers down
Don't be caught with your drawers down
You can step right up, step right up
That's right, it filets, it chops
It dices, slices, never stops
Lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn
And it mows your lawn
And it picks up the kids from school
It gets rid of unwanted facial hair
It gets rid of embarrassing age spots
It delivers a pizza
And it lengthens, and it strengthens
And it finds that slipper that's been at large
Under the chaise longe for several weeks
And it plays a mean Rhythm Master
It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar
And it's only a dollar, step right up
It's only a dollar, step right up
'Cause it forges your signature.
If not completely satisfied
Mail back unused portion of product
For complete refund of price of purchase
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery
Don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it
Laugh in it, love in it
Swim in it, sleep in it
Live in it, swim in it
Laugh in it, love in it
Removes embarrassing stains from contour sheets
That's right
And it entertains visiting relatives
It turns a sandwich into a banquet
Tired of being the life of the party?
Change your shorts
Change your life
Change your life
Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy
Get rid of your wife
And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax
Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack
See you later alligator
See you later alligator
And it steals your car
It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking
It's a friend, and it's a companion
And it's the only product you will ever need
Follow these easy assembly instructions
It never needs ironing
Well it takes weights off hips, bust
Thighs, chin, midriff
Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job
It is a job
And it strips the phone company free
Take ten for five exchange
And it gives you denture breath
And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion
And it gets rid of your traveler's checks
It's new, it's improved, it's old-fashioned
Well it takes care of business
Never needs winding
Never needs winding
Never needs winding
Gets rid of blackheads, the heartbreak of psoriasis
Christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
'Cause it's effective, it's defective
It creates household odors
It disinfects, it sanitizes for your protection
It gives you an erection
It wins the election
Why put up with painful corns any longer?
It's a redeemable coupon, no obligation
No salesman will visit your home
We got a jackpot, jackpot, jackpot
Prizes, prizes, prizes, all work guaranteed
How do we do it
How do we do it
How do we do it
How do we do it
We need your business
We're going out of business
We'll give you the business
Get on the business
End of our going-out-of-business sale
Receive our free brochure, free brochure
Read the easy-to-follow assembly instructions
Batteries not included
Send before midnight tomorrow, terms available
Step right up
Step right up
Step right up
You got it buddy: the large print giveth
And the small print taketh away
Step right up
You can step right up
You can step right up
C'mon step right up
(Get away from me kid, you bother me...)
Step right up, step right up, step right up
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Step right up
You can step right up
C'mon and step right up
C'mon and step right up
Step right up
Step right up
Everyone's a winner, bargains galore
That's right, you too can be the proud owner
Of the quality goes in before the name goes on
One-tenth of a dollar
One-tenth of a dollar
We got service after sales
You need perfume? we got perfume
How 'bout an engagement ring?
Something for the little lady
Something for the little lady
Something for the little lady, hmm
Three for a dollar
We got a year-end clearance, we got a white sale
And a smoke-damaged furniture
You can drive it away today
Act now, act now
And receive as our gift, our gift to you
They come in all colors, one size fits all
No muss, no fuss, no spills
You're tired of kitchen drudgery
Everything must go
Going out of business
Going out of business
Going out of business sale
Fifty percent off original retail price
Skip the middle man
Don't settle for less
How do we do it?
How do we do it?
Volume, volume, turn up the volume
Now you've heard it advertised, don't hesitate
Don't be caught with your drawers down
Don't be caught with your drawers down
You can step right up, step right up
That's right, it filets, it chops
It dices, slices, never stops
Lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn
And it mows your lawn
And it picks up the kids from school
It gets rid of unwanted facial hair
It gets rid of embarrassing age spots
It delivers a pizza
And it lengthens, and it strengthens
And it finds that slipper that's been at large
Under the chaise longe for several weeks
And it plays a mean Rhythm Master
It makes excuses for unwanted lipstick on your collar
And it's only a dollar, step right up
It's only a dollar, step right up
'Cause it forges your signature.
If not completely satisfied
Mail back unused portion of product
For complete refund of price of purchase
Step right up
Please allow thirty days for delivery
Don't be fooled by cheap imitations
You can live in it, live in it
Laugh in it, love in it
Swim in it, sleep in it
Live in it, swim in it
Laugh in it, love in it
Removes embarrassing stains from contour sheets
That's right
And it entertains visiting relatives
It turns a sandwich into a banquet
Tired of being the life of the party?
Change your shorts
Change your life
Change your life
Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy
Get rid of your wife
And it walks your dog, and it doubles on sax
Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack
See you later alligator
See you later alligator
And it steals your car
It gets rid of your gambling debts, it quits smoking
It's a friend, and it's a companion
And it's the only product you will ever need
Follow these easy assembly instructions
It never needs ironing
Well it takes weights off hips, bust
Thighs, chin, midriff
Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job
It is a job
And it strips the phone company free
Take ten for five exchange
And it gives you denture breath
And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion
And it gets rid of your traveler's checks
It's new, it's improved, it's old-fashioned
Well it takes care of business
Never needs winding
Never needs winding
Never needs winding
Gets rid of blackheads, the heartbreak of psoriasis
Christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
'Cause it's effective, it's defective
It creates household odors
It disinfects, it sanitizes for your protection
It gives you an erection
It wins the election
Why put up with painful corns any longer?
It's a redeemable coupon, no obligation
No salesman will visit your home
We got a jackpot, jackpot, jackpot
Prizes, prizes, prizes, all work guaranteed
How do we do it
How do we do it
How do we do it
How do we do it
We need your business
We're going out of business
We'll give you the business
Get on the business
End of our going-out-of-business sale
Receive our free brochure, free brochure
Read the easy-to-follow assembly instructions
Batteries not included
Send before midnight tomorrow, terms available
Step right up
Step right up
Step right up
You got it buddy: the large print giveth
And the small print taketh away
Step right up
You can step right up
You can step right up
C'mon step right up
(Get away from me kid, you bother me...)
Step right up, step right up, step right up
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Step right up
You can step right up
C'mon and step right up
C'mon and step right up
Stout Hearted Men
Nelson Eddy
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Writers
Oscar Hammerstein
Sigmund Romberg
Themes
Dreams
Numbers
Genres
Classical
Pop
Year
1940
Lyrics
You who have dreams, if you act they will come true.
To turn your dreams to a fact, it's up to you.
If you have the soul and the spirit,
Never fear it, you'll see it thru,
Hearts can inspire, other hearts with their fire,
For the strong obey when a strong man shows them the way.
Give me some men who are stout-hearted men,
Who will fight, for the right they adore,
Start me with ten who are stout-hearted men,
And I'll soon give you ten thousand more.
Shoulder to shoulder and bolder and bolder,
They grow as they go to the fore.
Then there's nothing in the world can halt or mar a plan,
When stout-hearted men can stick together man to man.
Give me some men who are stout-hearted men,
Who will fight, for the right they adore,
Start me with ten who are stout-hearted men,
And I'll soon give you ten thousand more.
Shoulder to shoulder and bolder and bolder,
They grow as they go to the fore.
Then there's nothing in the world can halt or mar a plan,
When stout-hearted men can stick together man to man.
To turn your dreams to a fact, it's up to you.
If you have the soul and the spirit,
Never fear it, you'll see it thru,
Hearts can inspire, other hearts with their fire,
For the strong obey when a strong man shows them the way.
Give me some men who are stout-hearted men,
Who will fight, for the right they adore,
Start me with ten who are stout-hearted men,
And I'll soon give you ten thousand more.
Shoulder to shoulder and bolder and bolder,
They grow as they go to the fore.
Then there's nothing in the world can halt or mar a plan,
When stout-hearted men can stick together man to man.
Give me some men who are stout-hearted men,
Who will fight, for the right they adore,
Start me with ten who are stout-hearted men,
And I'll soon give you ten thousand more.
Shoulder to shoulder and bolder and bolder,
They grow as they go to the fore.
Then there's nothing in the world can halt or mar a plan,
When stout-hearted men can stick together man to man.
Strangers
The Kinks
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Writers
Dave Davies
Themes
Body
Love
Time
Numbers
Genres
Rock
Pop
Year
1970
Lyrics
Where are you going I don't mind
I've killed my world and I've killed my time
So where do I go, what do I see
I see many people coming after me
So where are you going to I don't mind
If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
So I will follow you wherever you go
If your offered hand is still open to me
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
So you've been where I've just come
From the land that brings losers on
So we will share this road we walk
And mind our mouths and beware our talk
till peace we find tell you what I'll do
All the things I own I will share with And if I feel tomorrow like I feel today
Well take what we want and give the rest away
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Holy man and holy priest
This love of life makes me weak at my knees
And when we get there make your play
Cos soon I feel you're gonna carry us away
In a promised lie you made us believe
For many men there is so much grief
And my mind is proud, but it aches with rage
And if I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
I've killed my world and I've killed my time
So where do I go, what do I see
I see many people coming after me
So where are you going to I don't mind
If I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
So I will follow you wherever you go
If your offered hand is still open to me
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
So you've been where I've just come
From the land that brings losers on
So we will share this road we walk
And mind our mouths and beware our talk
till peace we find tell you what I'll do
All the things I own I will share with And if I feel tomorrow like I feel today
Well take what we want and give the rest away
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Holy man and holy priest
This love of life makes me weak at my knees
And when we get there make your play
Cos soon I feel you're gonna carry us away
In a promised lie you made us believe
For many men there is so much grief
And my mind is proud, but it aches with rage
And if I live too long I'm afraid I'll die
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
Strangers on this road we are on
We are not two we are one
