| Album notes by FZ
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| THIS ALBUM IS DEDICATED TO ALL OUR FRIENDS WHO HAVE ATTENDED OUR CONCERTS YEAR AFTER YEAR, ALL OVER THE WORLD, WITHOUT WHOSE SUPPORT THESE PERFORMANCES WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE. THANKS FOR COMING TO THE SHOW, HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT… SEE YOU AT THE NEXT ONE.
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| Historic footnote by FZ
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| ALSO… the business about the underpants and making a quilt out of them etc., well… it’s really being made (yes, right at this very moment) by a lady artist in Lyons, Colorado named Emily James… and, as if that weren’t exciting enough, Ms. James insisted that all those lovely little under-garments you donated at the concerts NOT BE WASHED, thereby maintaining some exquisite sort of organic miasma in the vicinity of the finished work of art. She estimates it will take her a year to complete, and, when it’s done, she plans to exhibit in galleries across the U.S.
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| [Notes by FZ] It is a studio cut, included so that conservative radio stations can play something on the air, thereby alerting people to the fact that this album exists.
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| WELL YEAH WELL
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| Oh yeah
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| She was a fine girl
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| She could get down…
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| Wit de get down
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| All de way down
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| She do yer laundry
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| She change a tire
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| Chop a little wood for de fire
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| Poke it around… if it died down
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| Oh yeah
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| She was a fine girl
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| She go up in the mornin’
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| She go down in the evenin’
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| All de way down
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| She do the dishes
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| If you wishes
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| Silverware too
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| Make it look brand new
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| When she get through
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| Oh yeah
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| She was a fine girl
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| Outta this world
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| WELL YEAH WELL YEAH WELL YEAH WELL
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| Oh yeah
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| She was a fine girl
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| Oh
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| She could get down…
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| Wit de get down
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| All de way down
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| She do your laundry
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| Oh no
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| She change a tire
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| Yeah yeah
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| Chop a little wood for de fire
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| Ooh
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| Poke it around… if it died down
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| She was a fine girl
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| Fine girl
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| With a lovely smile
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| With a bucket on her head
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| Fulla water from de well
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| She could run a mile
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| Oh yeah
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| Yeah
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| She wouldn’t spill a drop
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| It’d stay on top
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| No no
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| Her head was kinda flat
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| But her hair covered that
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| She was a fine girl
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| Yeah, yeah fine girl, my
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| Didn’t need no school
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| No
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| She was built like a mule
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| Like a mule
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| With a thong sandal
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| WELL, wasn’t no kinda job
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| She could not handle
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| Prrrr oh-how
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| She could get down…
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| Go
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| Wit de get down
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| Yeah yeah
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| All de way down
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| WOW
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| We need some more like dat
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| We need…
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| In dis kinda town
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| Some more like dat
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| We need some more like dat
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| We need…
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| In dis kinda town
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| Some more like dat
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| [Repeat]
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| [Notes by FZ] It is a live track recorded at the Tower Theater in Philadelphia, with extra vocals overdubbed and massive overdubbage of keyboards on the classical section (all done by Tommy Mars). The guitar solo and out-chorus are from our most recent Santa Monica Civic Auditorium concert. There are no overdubs on this section (there are no overdubs on the rest of the album, actually… everything else is all live recording).
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| This girl is easy meat
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| I seen her on the street
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| See-through blouse ▶ an’ a tiny little dress
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| Her manner indiscreet…
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| I knew she was…
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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| She wanna take me home
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| Make me sweat and moan
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| Rub my head and beat me off
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| With a copy of Rolling Stone
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Patrick O’Hearn] Uh… Wish he’d play something else… ‘cause uh… they just aren’t gonna stand for it
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| [Instrumental]
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| I told her I was late
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| I had another date
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| I can’t get off on the Rolling Stone
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| But the robots think it’s great…
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| I knew she was…
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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| Easy…
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| She’s so easy
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| Easy…
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| I saw her tiny titties through her see-through blouse
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| Just had to take the girl to my house
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| Easy… MEAT!
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| [Notes by FZ] It was recorded in London at the Hammersmith Odeon.
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| Baby, baby, why you cryin’? Feeling sorry what she said
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| “Put down that rag” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear you cry again”
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| You know she went to see the doctor and then she read a magazine
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| “Forget that book” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear about the book again”
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| (Work out, Vinnie)
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| (I thought you were in love, Vinnie)
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| There was a picture on the story that showed a young sophisticator
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| Who falls in love three pages later with some aggressive agitator
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| And by and by he comes to hate her, ‘cause she don’t shave her underarms
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| And he can’t go for that ‘cause he’s a young sophisticator
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| Baby, baby, why you cryin’? It made me wonder what she said
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| “Forget that book” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear ‘bout the book again”
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| (How you doin’, Vinnie?)
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| Would you still love me if my hair grew all down the side of my kimono?
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| Well, of course I would, it might be hip if it did not cause you to trip
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Or radiate a bad aroma
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Or radiate a cheap aroma
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Or radia-iate… Or radia-ia-ia-iate a Butzis aroma
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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| Ahh, love of my life
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| Thank you!
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| Ahh, love of my life
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| Love of my life, I love you so
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| Love of my life, don’t ever go
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| I love you only, love, love of my life
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| Love of my life
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| Stars in the sky, they never lie
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| Tell me you need me, don’t say goodbye
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| Don’t say it
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| I love you only, (love) love, love of my life
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| Stars in the sky, they never lie
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| Tell me you need me, don’t say goodbye
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| I love you, darling, I love you only
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| Don’t ever leave me, don’t make me lonely
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| Love of my life, I love you so
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| I love, I love, I love you so
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| Love of my life, don’t ever go
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| I love you only, love, love of my life
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| AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
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| Love of my life
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| Love of my life
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| Oo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo
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| Love of my life
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| Oo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo
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| Love of my life
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| Oo-oo-oo oo-oo-oo-oo
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| Love of my…
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| Ain’t got no heart
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| I ain’t got no heart to give away
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| I sit and laugh at fools in love
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| Ha ha ha!
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| There ain’t no such thing as love
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| Ha ha!
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| No angels singing up above today
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| Girl, I don’t believe
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| Girl, I don’t believe in what you say
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| You say your heart is only mine
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| I say to you: “You must be blind
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| What makes you think that you’re so fine
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| That I would throw away
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| The groovy life I lead?
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| ‘Cause, baby, what you’ve got, yeah
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| It sure ain’t what I need
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| Girl, you’d better go
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| Girl, you’d better go away
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| I think that life with you would be
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| Just not quite the thing for me
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| Why is it so hard to see my way?
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| Why should I be stuck with you?
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| Stuck with you
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| It’s just not what I want to do
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| Want to do
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| Why should an embrace or two
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| Embrace or two
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| Make me such a part of you?”
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| Part of you
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| I ain’t got no heart to give away
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| Away
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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| Ain’t got no heart
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| Ain’t got no heart
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| I ain’t got no heart to give away
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| [FZ] Hello there, welcome to the show. No, we’re not going to play “Cheepnis”, that’s right. But we are collecting underpants, and we are collecting brassieres, we are collecting small articles of feminine underclothing. We are making a quilt… ▲ really, trust me. So here’s the deal: if you’re a girl and you’re wearing a dress, whip ‘em off, that’s it, see? No problem. Even with a pin… (What does it say? “Nobody’s perfect”. I guess so…) What we got here? Oh! Now let’s see what’s on the inside. Uh-huh, trainer cooze. OK. S’more, s’more… underpants, brassieres, just send ‘em up, no problem. (Oh, you’ll warm up to it). If you’re wearing pants and you have bikinis on underneath your pants, rip the edges and pull ‘em out; if you’re wearing those big old ugly cotton jobs go to the toilet and take ‘em off, OK?
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| So far, ladies and gentlemen, the response from this particular community has not been especially gratifying. Perhaps you’re a little bit too intellectual here. Here’s something… tasteful, very tasteful… (You’ll get into it). AAY, oh, some more, look. It’s almost like going to a… Well, never mind, heh, heh, heh. I just want to remind you that you are in direct competition with Chicago, which so far has produced the highest yield of female underclothes of any place in the United States. Oh, here’s one, thank you very much. Chicago, if you’ll recall, was the town in which we received the very famous Voodoo Butter underpants, heh heh, the pants that nearly broke Tommy Mars’ neck. As soon as he took a whiff of those, his head went back this far, and he was heard to mutter: “Jeezus”. So, we don’t care what kind of condition they’re in. What’ve we got here? “Twat Book”, OK. Uh-huh, very good. (Zeets, whadduya think? He already has that one. No problem, though).
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| Well, tonight you’re gonna be entertained by: Ike Willis on guitar and vocals; Tommy Mars on keyboards and “Jeezus”. You’re also going to be entertaining yourselves a little bit, but don’t worry about it. Steve Vai on guitar, vocals and light blue hair…
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| [Ike Willis] Another contestant over there
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| [FZ] Oh, some more? OK. Vinnie Colaiuta on booklet. (Now what does this say? “Hi Frank, how about…” what does this say? “… my hat from the…”. “How about wearing my hat”. “Wearing”. How about this, this is a college community, right? How about “wearing”: “w-e-r-e-i-n-g”, never mind). Arthur Barrow on bass.
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| Bob Harris on keyboards, high vocal, trumpet and vegetables
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| And, ladies and gentlemen, the world-famous Ray White on guitar and vocals
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| OK, you ready?
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| One, two, three, four
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Girl! Girl! Girl!
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| I love you so hard now, I’m cryin’ for you
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| Don’t make me lose my pride
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| I want to come inside
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| And grab a hold of you
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| (Thank you!)
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| Grab a hold of you
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Girl! Girl! Girl!
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| I want to feel it, give me your love now
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| Don’t make me steal it
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| Don’t make me steal it
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
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| Girl! Girl! Girl!
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| I love you so hard now, I’m cryin’ for you
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| Burnin’ with fire
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| I gotta hot desire
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| ‘Cause I gotta make love with you
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| ‘Cause I gotta make love with you
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| ‘Cause I gotta make love with you
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| ‘Cause I gotta make love with you
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| Tell me you love me, like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, like I want you to
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| Tell me you love me, like I want you to
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| [Notes by FZ] It is from the opening of the concert in Carbondale, Illinois (at the college on Homecoming Night… you remember… you were there, right?).
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| [Notes by FZ] It was recorded at the N.Y.C. Palladium.
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| [FZ] One of… One of the things that I like best about playing in New York is this particular place, because it has… it has a stage that is conducive to, how you say in the trade, audience participation. Now, if there’s one thing that I really like, it’s audience participation. Now listen… I gotta figure out something that I can uh… D’you think we should have another dance contest tonight? Oh, hey. The injured person dance contest. Uh… Well, let’s see. Awright, I’ll tell you what we’re going to do. Here’s a… Here’s a guy who really wants to be in the dance contest awreety-awrighty, hey. OK, what… what…?
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| [Butch] You are great, man, you are great. You are the best, baby. Do “Dinah-moe humm”!
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| [FZ] All right, now wait a minute, what’s your name? Hey hey, what’s your name?
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| [Butch] Butch
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| [FZ] Awright, the dynamic Butch. Here’s… Here’s a girl that wants to dance with Butch. What’s your name?
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| [Lena] Lena
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| [FZ] What?
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| [Lena] Lena
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| [FZ] Lena, meet Butch. OK, Lena and Butch, couple number one, heh heh. OK, let’s see. That guy there, with his… that… that one there with the T-shirt on… no, no, the other one, this one… no, no… no, no, no, wait a minute, wait… well, you’re… actually, you’re very nice, though. Would you like to come up here? OK, but d’you think you can behave yourself? You… You’re sure you can behave yourself? OK, what’s your name?
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| [Tom] TOM, MAN. […] YOU, BABY, I […] YOU […]
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| [Tom] Arrgh, mmmf, glurg
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| [FZ] Awright, now wait… awright, awright, now wait…
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| [Tom] UGLINESS! UGLINESS!
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| [Guy] Frank, you’re my buddy! Arrgh, mmf
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| [FZ] Awright, wait a minute, wait a minute. I have an… I have an important message to deliver to all the cute people all over the world. If you’re out there and you’re cute, maybe you’re beautiful, I just want to tell you somethin’: there’s more of us ugly motherfuckers than you are, hey-y, so watch out. Now…
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| [Tom] Will you bring my girlfriend on stage, maybe?
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| [FZ] Sure. All right, now you… (He wants to get his girlfriend), go get your girlfriend
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| [Girl] Hey Zap!
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| [FZ] Good to see you again
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| [Girl] Squeak!
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| [FZ] I know
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| [Tom] I ain’t no fucking QUEER!
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| [FZ] All right, now look, here’s what we’re going to do. Awright… now… this… th— they’ll be mashed, I’ll save them, I’ll save them for later
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| [Tom] I’M NOT A FUCKING QUEER!
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| [FZ] This man is trying desperately to let everybody know that he is not a queer. He’s not queer, he’s not queer. Awright, and now… you are going to dance, like you’ve never danced before…
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| Your ethos
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| Your pathos
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| Your Porthos
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| Your Aramis
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| Your Brut Cologne
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| You’re writing home
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| You are hopeless
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| Your hopelessness
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| Is rising around you, rising around you
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| You like it, it gives you something to do in the day time
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| Hey buddy, you need a hobby
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| You are tired of… moving forward
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| You think of the future and secretly you piddle your pants
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| The puddle of piddle which used to be little
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| Is rising around you, rising around you
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| You like it, it gives you something to do in the night time
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| Oh well, you travel to bars
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| You also go to Winchell’s Donuts and hang out with the Highway Patrol
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| Sometimes you’ll go to a pizza place
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| You go to Shakey’s to get that American kind of pizza that has the ugly, waxy, fake yellow kind of cheese on the top…
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| Then you go to Straw Hat Pizza to get all those artificial ingredients that never belonged on a pizza in the first place (but the white people really like it…)
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| Oh well, you’ll go anyplace, you’ll do anything
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| (Oh you’ll give me your underpants. I hope these aren’t yours, buddy… they’re very nice, though)
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| You’ll go to Santa Monica Boulevard
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| You’ll go to the Blue Parrot
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| No problem, you’ll go anyplace, you’ll do anything
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| Just so you can hang out with the others…
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| The others…
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| Just like you!
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| Afraid of the future
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| (“Death Valley Days” straight ahead)
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| The future is scary
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| Yes, it sure is!
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| Well, the puddle is rising
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| It smells like the ocean
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| A body of water
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| To isolate England
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| And also Reseda ▶
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| The oil in patches
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| All over Atlantis ▶
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| Atlantis. You remember ✄ Atlantis: Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat used to sing to you about Atlantis
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| You loved it, you were so involved then
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| That’s back in the days when you used to smoke a banana
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| You would scrape the stuff off the middle
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| You would bake it
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| You would smoke it
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| You even thought you was getting ripped from it
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| No problem
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| Woh! Atlantis!
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| They could really get down there
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| The plankton
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| The krill
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| The giant underwater pyramid
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| The squid decor
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| (Excuse me, Todd)
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| The big ol’ giant underwater door
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| The dome
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| The bubbles
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| The blue light!
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| Light, light, light, light… blue
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| Light, light, light, light… blue
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| Blue light, blue light
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| The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins
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| Your ethos, your Porthos, your flag pole, your port hole
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| Your language
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| You’re frightened
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| The future
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| Your lan—
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| You can’t even speak your own fucking language!
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| You can’t read it anymore
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| You can’t write it anymore ▶
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| Your language
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| The future
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| Of your language
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| Your meat loaf
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| DON’T LET YOUR MEAT LOAF
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| HEH HEH HEH!
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| Your Micro-Nanette
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| Your Brut… Cologne
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| From Madame Wong’s to Starwood to the Whisky on the Strip
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| You can hear the crashing, blasting strum of bands that come to be real hip
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| And get a record contract from a talent scout someday
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| They’ll sell their ass, their cocks and balls, they’ll take the check an’ walk away
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| If they’re lucky they’ll get famous for a week or two perhaps
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| They’ll buy some ugly clothes to wear and hope the business don’t collapse
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| Before some stupid magazine decides they’re really good
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| They’re a Tinsel Town Rebellion Band from DOWNTOWN HOLLYWOOD!
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| Tinsel Town Rebellion
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| Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
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| It’s a little bitty Tinsel Town Rebellion
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| A Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
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| They used to play all kinds of stuff and some of it was nice
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| Some of it was musical, but then they took some guy’s advice
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| To get a record deal, he said, they would have to be more PUNK
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| Forget their chops and play real dumb or else they would be sunk
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| So off they go to S.I.R. to learn some stupid riffs
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| And practice all their poses in between their powder sniffs
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| Chop a line now, snort it up now
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| And when they think they’ve got it
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| They launch a new career
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| Who gives a fuck if what they play
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| Is somewhat insincere?
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| Tinsel Town Rebellion
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| Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
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| A Tinsel Town Rebellion
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| A Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
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| Did you know that in Tinsel Town the people down there think that substance is a bore?
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| And if your New Wave group looks good they’ll hurry on back for more
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| Of leather groups and plastic groups and groups that look real queer
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| The Tinsel Town aficionados come to see and not to hear
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| But then again this system works as perfect as a dream
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| It works for all of those record company pricks who come to skim the… CREAM
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| From the cesspools of excitement where Jim Morrison once stood
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| It’s the Tinsel Town Rebellion from downtown HOLLYWOOD!
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| Is everybody happy?
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| Oh, never mind!
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| No problem!
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| [Notes by FZ] It was recorded at the Berkeley Community Theatre, except for the bridge, the guitar solo, and the out-chorus which were recorded at the Dallas Convention Center.
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| “Why not come over?
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| You’ll meet my mother
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| You’ll meet my sister
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| You’ll like my brother
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| Really you will…”
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| Then she said:
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| “I’m learning English
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| I can say: ‘Thank you’
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| I think I like you
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| Do you like my band-aid?
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| I hope you do…”
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| Oh oh oh
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| “I am not busy
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| I’m free to travel ▶
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| Where are you going?
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| Maybe you’ll take me
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| I hope you do…”
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| Oh, she asked me:
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| “Do you know Vinnie?
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| He used to like me
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| I speak good English
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| I’m bathing with Peter
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| Pick me, I’m clean…”
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| Vinnie goes bare-back
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| Peter goes wet-back
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| Denny goes way back
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| Eddie should get back
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| Pick me, I’m clean…
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| Oh yeah, pick me, I’m clean
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| Oh yeah
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| Check out my band-aid
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| Oh yeah, pick me, I’m clean
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| Oh yeah
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| Check out my band-aid
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| Oh yeah, pick me, I’m clean
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| Oh yeah
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| Check out my band-aid
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| Oh yeah, pick me, I’m clean
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| Oh yeah
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| [Instrumental]
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| “Why not come over?
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| You’ll meet my mother
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| You’ll meet my sister
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| You’ll like my brother
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| Really you will…”
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| “I’m learning English
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| I can say: ‘Thank you’
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| I think I like you
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| Do you like my band-aid?
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| I hope you do…”
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| “I am not busy
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| I’m free to travel
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| Where are you going?
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| Maybe you’ll take me
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| I hope you do…”
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| “Do you know Vinnie?
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| He used to like me
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| I speak good English
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| I’m bathing with Peter
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| Pick me, I’m clean…”
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| [Notes by FZ] It was recorded in London at the Hammersmith Odeon.
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| Bamboozled by love
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| Oh Lord, the shit done hit the fan
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| Bamboozled by love
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| Oh Lord, the shit done hit the fan
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| The way that girl been carryin’ on
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| I swear I just don’t understand
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| Don’t you know, I treat her nice and kind
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| The way no other lover can
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| Now don’t you know, I treat her nice and kind
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| The way no other lover can
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| I came home the other day and she was
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| Suckin’ off some other man
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| I ain’t the type for beggin’
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| I ain’t the type to plead
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| If she don’t change those evil ways
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| I’m gonna make her bleed
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| She can scream and she can holler
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| Bang her head all along the wall
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| If she don’t give me what I want
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| She ain’t gonna have no head at all
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| Bamboozled by love
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| I said she fooled around too long
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| Bamboozled by love
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| I said she fooled around too long
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| Now I am mad and gettin’ meaner
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| I am here and she is gone
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| And the reason you have not seen her
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| She is underneath the lawn
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| I know she’s underneath the lawn, lawn, lawn
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| [Instrumental]
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| Now look, I ain’t the type for beggin’
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| Now I ain’t the type to plead
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| If she don’t change those evil ways
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| I’m gonna make her bleed
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| She can scream and she can holler
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| Bang her head all along the wall
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| If she don’t give me what I want
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| She gonna have no head at all
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| Bamboozled by love
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| I said she fooled around too long
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| Bamboozled by love
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| Oh Lord, I said she fooled around too long
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| Now I am mad and gettin’ meaner, meaner
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| I am here and she is gone
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| And the reason you have not seen her, seen her
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| Is she is underneath the lawn
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| Brown shoes don’t make it
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| Brown shoes don’t make it
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| Quit school, why fake it?
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| Brown shoes don’t make it…
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| TV dinner ▶ by the pool
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| Watch your brother grow a beard
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| Got another year of school
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| You’re OK, he’s too weird
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| Be a plumber
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| He’s a bummer
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| He’s a bummer
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| Every summer
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| Be a loyal plastic robot for a world that doesn’t care…
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| (That’s right!)
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| Smile at every ugly
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| Shine on your shoes & cut your hair
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| Be a jerk - Go to woik
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| Be a jerk - Go to woik
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| Be a jerk - Go to woik
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| Be a jerk - Go to woik
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| Do your job & do it right
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| Life’s a ball
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| TV tonight…
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| Do you love it?
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| Do you hate it?
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| There it is… the way you made it…
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| A world of secret hungers
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| Perverting the men who make your laws
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| Every desire is hidden away
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| In a drawer… in a desk by a Naugahyde chair
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| On a rug where they walk and drool past the girls in the office
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| We see in the back of the City Hall mind
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| The dream of a girl about thirteen
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| OFF with her clothes and INTO a bed
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| Where she tickles his fancy all night long
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| His wife’s attending an orchid show
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| She squealed for a week to get him to go
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| But back in the bed, his teen-age queen
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| Is rocking & rolling & acting obscene
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| BABY, BABY
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| BABY, BABY
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| (Gimme them cakes now, uh! If I do, I’m gonna lose my…)
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| And he loves it, he loves it, it curls up his toes
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| She bites his fat neck and it lights up his nose
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| But he cannot be fooled, old City Hall Fred
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| She’s nasty, she’s nasty, she digs it in bed!
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| (That’s right!)
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| Do it again, ha, and do it some more
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| Hey, that does it, by golly and she’s nasty for sure
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| Nasty nasty nasty, nasty nasty nasty
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| (Only thirteen and she knows how to nasty…)
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| She’s a dirty young mind, corrupted, corroded
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| Well, she’s thirteen today and I hear she gets loaded
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| If she were my daughter, I’d…
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| What would you do, Frankie?
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| Well, if she were my daughter, I’d…
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| What would you do, Frankie?
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| If she were my daughter, I’d…
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| What would you do, Frankie?
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| (Check this out)
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| Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
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| And strap her on again, oh baby!
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| Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
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| And strap her on again
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| She’s my teen-age baby, she turns me on
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| I’d like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn
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| Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
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| And boogie till the cows come home
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| Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
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| Gotta meet the Gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys
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| TV dinner ▶ by the pool, I’m so glad I finished school
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| Life is such a ball, I run the world from City Hall!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Notes by FZ] It was recorded at the Hammersmith Odeon also too. It is called “Peaches III” because this is the third time I have released “Peaches (En regalia)” on record: first on the “Hot Rats” album, then on “Live at the Fillmore…”, but this version is so bizarre, I figured you wouldn’t mind hearing it again.
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Let’s hear it for another great Italian, Conlon Nancarrow, ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s hear it for another great Italian, ladies and gentlemen, Warren Cuccurullo (Work out, Warren)
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| Let’s hear it for another great Italian, Al Di Meola, ladies and gentlemen
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| Let’s hear it for another great Italian, Alvin Lee, ladies and gentlemen
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| Vinnie, Butzis, Vinnie’s girlfriend, Butzis’ girlfriend, Patty, Denny, uh… Marty (forget your name, even though you’ve been in the crew for a while), David, Ike…
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| [Ed Mann] I’m flippin’ out
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| [Ike Willis] I’ll flip you to see who gets the room tonight
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| [FZ] Ed, another Vinnie, Arthur, Al Di Meola, ladies and gentlemen. Thanks for coming to the show, hope you enjoyed it. On behalf of Alvin Lee, see you next time.
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