| [FZ] The closer you are
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| The brighter the stars in the sky
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| And, darling, I realize
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| That you’re The One in my life
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| Oh oh
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|
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| My heart skips a beat
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| Every time you and I meet
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| My life, my love, my dear, I can’t defeat
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| This yearning deep in my heart
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| To have only you
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|
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| When I first saw you
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| I did adore you
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| And all your loving ways
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| Your loving ways
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| But then you went away
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| But now you’re back to stay
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| And my love for you grows stronger every DAY-AHHH WAY-AHHH WAY
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|
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| The closer you are
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| The brighter the flames in my heart
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| And, darling, we’ll never part
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| We’ll always be in love
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| We’ll always be in love
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| [Repeat]
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| [Johnny Watson] Mm-hmm, yeah
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|
|
| Down, down, down in
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| Down, down, down in
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| Down, down, down in
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| Down, down, down in
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|
|
| We’re playin’ in a tent
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| Down, down, down in
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| It’s payin’ the rent
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| Down, down, down in
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| If you pooch a civilian
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| Down, down, down in
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| It’s a major event
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| Down, down, down in
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|
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| Down in France
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| Did you hear where that’s located?
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| Way down
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| I say in France
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| Yeah, hey, it’s the first time you hear som’thn’ like…
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| Way on down
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| And then it smells
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| Way on down
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| Uh, down in France
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| Ain’t that som’thn’? Listen…
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|
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| I say the girls is all salty
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| Down, down, down in
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| An’ the boys is all sweet
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| Down, down, down in
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| I said the food ain’t too shabby
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| Down, down, down in
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| An’ they piss in the street
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| Down, down, down in
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|
|
| Down in France
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| Ain’t that cold?
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| Way down
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| Hah, say down in France
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| Now, now, you know what? I… I saw ‘em walkin’, it wou— it would…
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| Way on down
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| And did they say it
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| Way on down
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| Uh, down in France
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| Under France
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| Oh yeah, now you won’t believe it
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|
|
| They got the diseases
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| Disea-seases
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| Like you ain’t never seen
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| Disea-seases
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| I said they got a mystery blow job
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| Disea-seases
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| Turn your peter green
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| Disea-seases
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|
|
| Down in France
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| Ain’t that somethin’?
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| Way down
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| Say down in France
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| Say, look, I saw the color, i— i— it looks just like i— it was…
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| Way on down
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| And then it turned
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| Way on down
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| That was under France
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| Oh yes, it would… listen… look!
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|
|
| They got some coffee
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| Co-co-coffee
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| Eatin’ right through the cup
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| Co-co-coffee
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| An’ when you go ka-ka
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| Co-co-coffee
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| They make you stand up
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| Co-co-coffee
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|
|
| Down in France
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| That’s where it’s located
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| Way down
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| Uh, down in France
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| No-now listen, I ka-ka one time and then I heard it
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| Way on down
|
| And then I went…
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| Way on down
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| That was down in France
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| Under France
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|
|
| Now listen…
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| If you’re not careful
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| Care-care-careful
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| It’ll stick to your cheeks
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| Care-care-careful
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| You’ll smell like a native
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| Care-care-careful
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| For a couple of weeks
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| Care-care-careful
|
|
|
| Down in France
|
| Ooh, somethin’ smellin’, I guess
|
| Way down
|
| Down in France
|
| That’s where it were, listen, I… I smelled it, it went…
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| Way on down
|
| And then it smelled like…
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| Way on down
|
| That was down in France
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| Under France
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| Ooh, smell it in front of him
|
|
|
| Oh, smell your harmonica, go on, smell it, son
|
| Uh-huh
|
| Hold your nose
|
| Uh-huh, they’re comin’ too after you
|
|
|
| Now we cannot wait
|
| Wait, wait waiting
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| Till we go back
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| Wait, wait waiting
|
| Gets so exciting
|
| Wait, wait waiting
|
| When the poodles ▶ “react”
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|
|
| In France
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| Uh-huh, rough
|
| Way down in France
|
| I’m talkin’ ‘bout bow-wow, uh-huh, say, they… they’re rough
|
| Way on down
|
| And then they’re kinda…
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| Way on down
|
| Never try to get yo’ peter sucked in France
|
| Merci… oui… OW!
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|
|
| [Backwards]
|
| I am the heaven
|
| I am the water
|
| Ich bin deine Ritze
|
| Ich bin deine Ritze und Schlitze
|
| I am the clouds
|
| Ich bin der Chrome Dinette
|
| Ich bin Eier aller Arten
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|
|
| Ich bin alle Tage und Nächte
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| Ich bin alle Tage und Nächte
|
| I am embroidered
|
| Ich bin der Dreck unter deinen Walzen
|
| (Oh no, whip it on me, honey!)
|
| AIEE-AH!
|
| AIEE-AH!
|
| Ich bin hier
|
| AIEE-AH!
|
| Ich bin der Autor aller Felgen
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| Und Damast-Paspeln
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| Ich bin der Chrome Dinette
|
|
|
| You’re a lonely little girl
|
| But your Mommy & your Daddy don’t care
|
|
|
| Ich bin hier
|
| AIEE-AH!
|
| Und du bist mein Sofa
|
|
|
| You’re a lonely little girl
|
|
|
| Ich bin hier
|
| Und du bist mein Sofa
|
| Yeah-ha-ha-ay
|
| Yah-ha
|
| Yeah, my sofa
|
| Yeah-ha-hey
|
|
|
| [Moon Zappa] I’m like reach
|
| I’m like squat
|
| I’m like roll…
|
| Repeat
|
| Like roll over
|
| Like thrust
|
| OK, like pull
|
| Like push
|
| I’m like…
|
| OK, like… blow
|
| I’m blow
|
|
|
| Ich bin dein geheimer Schmutz
|
| Und verlorenes Metallgeld
|
| Metallgeld!
|
| AIEE-AH!
|
| Und du bist mein Sofa
|
| Ich bin hier
|
| AIEE-AH!
|
|
|
| [Moon Zappa] You’re never too old
|
| Like blow
|
| I’m like blow
|
| I’m like blow
|
| OK, like…
|
|
|
| Ich bin hier
|
| Und du bist mein Sofa
|
| Yeah-ha-ha-ay
|
| Yah-ha
|
| Yeah, my sofa
|
| Yeah-ha-hey
|
|
|
| [Moon Zappa] Hey, alright, faster, faster
|
| Go, do it, do it, right, YEAAH
|
| I’m feelin’ good
|
| An’ I’m lookin’ great
|
| Yeah, fer sure ▶
|
| Like NO WAY!
|
|
|
| Ich bin hier
|
| Und du bist mein Sofa
|
| Yeah-ha-ha-ay
|
| Yah-ha
|
| Yeah, my sofa
|
| Yeah-ha-hey
|
| Ich bin hier
|
| Und du bist mein Sofa
|
| Yeah-ha-ha-ay
|
| Yah-ha
|
| Yeah, my sofa
|
| Yeah-ha-hey
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
| I’m cryin’, I’m cryin’
|
| Cryin’ for Sharleena, can’t you see?
|
| I called up all my baby’s friends an’ ask’n ‘um where she done went
|
| But nobody ‘round here seems to know where my Sharleena’s been
|
| Where my Sharleena’s been
|
|
|
| Ten long years I been lovin’ her
|
| Ten long years and I thought deep down in my heart she was mine
|
| Ten long years I been lovin’ her
|
| Ten long years I would call her my baby and now I’m always cryin’
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| Ugh!
|
|
|
| Cooh!
|
|
|
| I would be so delighted (I would be), I would be so delighted (yes, I would be)
|
| If they would just send her on home to me
|
|
|
| I would be so delighted (I…), I would be so delighted (YEAH-HE-EY)
|
| If they would just send her on home to me
|
| Send my baby home to me!
|
| Send my baby home to me!
|
| Send my baby home to me!
|
| Send my baby home to me-ee-ee-ee!
|
| [FZ] Truck driver divorce
|
| It’s very sad
|
| (Steel guitars usually weep all over it)
|
|
|
| The bold & intelligent masters of the road with their Secret Language
|
| And their giant
|
| Oversized
|
| Mechanical
|
| Trans-continental hobby-horse! ▶
|
|
|
| Truck driver divorce
|
| It’s very sad
|
| Oh, the wife! ▶
|
| Oh, the kids!
|
| Oh, the waitress!
|
| Oh, the drive all night!
|
|
|
| Sometimes when you come home
|
| Some ugly lookin’ son-of-a-bitch is tryin’ to pooch yer home-town sweetheart
|
|
|
| Oh, go ride the bull ▶
|
| Yes, go ride the bull
|
| Make it go up an’ down
|
| An’ when you fall off you can eat the mattress
|
|
|
| Truck driver divorce
|
| IT’S VERY SAD
|
| Bust yer ass
|
| To deliver some string beans
|
| Deliver some string beans
|
| Deliver a whole bunch of string beans to Utah! ▶
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
| [Bobby Martin] His name is Stevie Vai
|
| And he’s a crazy guy
|
| Last November, I recall, he needed a spanking
|
|
|
| He decided then
|
| A female specimen
|
| Would be exciting for a night to give him a spanking
|
|
|
| Laurel was her name
|
| She came to Notre Dame
|
| (He told me just the other day he oughta be thanking her for the spanking)
|
|
|
| She was large and soft
|
| And she beat him off
|
| Made him drool upon his dork and gave it a wanking after the spanking
|
|
|
| Hair brush!
|
| Ah, a hair brush!
|
| Oh! What a hair brush!
|
| Hey, Frank, it’s a hair brush!
|
| (It’s not that he requires grooming!
|
| Honey… wah! Splash!
|
| Guys with light blue hair NEVER DID)
|
|
|
| Then she did exclaim:
|
| “There’s another game
|
| That we can play with this device and then a banana”
|
|
|
| It was slightly green
|
| Vapors in between
|
| Rising up to fill the room and cook the banana
|
|
|
| She said it was dry
|
| “Stevie, won’t you try
|
| To drool a little drool on it and grease the banana”
|
|
|
| Later in the dawn
|
| Laurel carried on
|
| She got right up and dressed herself and ate the banana
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
| MOO-AHHH!
|
|
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| Try it one time
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| Try it one time
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| Leave ‘em on the kitchen table
|
|
|
| WELL
|
|
|
| MOO-AHHH!
|
|
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| It’ll be fine
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| It’ll be fine
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| There ain’t nothin’ left to talk about
|
|
|
| C’mon, baby
|
| That’s what I like
|
| Yeah, well, c’mon
|
| Mm… yeah… MOO-AHHH
|
| The way you handle that…
|
| No, oh, marvel
|
| Don’t mind your […] on your hand
|
| MOO-AHHH
|
|
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| You look divine
|
| MOO-AHHH
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| You look divine
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| Go ahead and eat the label ▶
|
|
|
| Boiling water kills germs
|
| Mmm-hmm, yeah, I told you!
|
|
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| I will recline
|
| The little girl must be praketin’ richcraft ▶
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| I will recline
|
| Baby, take your teeth out
|
| There ain’t nothin’ left to talk about
|
| [Bob Harris] The planet of my dreams
|
| The Earth, my Earth
|
| Is bulging at the seams
|
| The Earth, my Earth
|
| It’s full of many schemes
|
| And as the sunlight beams
|
| The glory of our sciences
|
| And militant alliances
|
| Reveal their basic worth along THE MOUNDS OF DEAD APPLIANCES! ▶
|
|
|
| The planet of my dreams
|
| The Earth, my Earth
|
| I hear its muffled screams
|
| The Earth, my Earth
|
| And though it often seems
|
| From television beams
|
| That ignorance is rampant there
|
| And Governmental Goons don’t care
|
| I know that I shall not despair and CHEAT LIKE ALL THE REST
|
| I’LL JUST KEEP ON WITH WHAT I DO THE BEST
|
|
|
| Cheat-cheedly-cheat! Go ahead!
|
| I CAN’T DO IT!
|
| Cheat-cheedly-cheat! Go ahead!
|
| I CAN’T DO IT!
|
| Cheat-cheedly-cheat! Go ahead!
|
| I CAN’T DO IT!
|
| Cheat-cheedly-cheat! Go ahead!
|
| I CAN’T DO IT!
|
| Cheat-cheedly-cheat! Go ahead!
|
| NO… I CAN’T DO IT!
|
| Cheat-cheedly-cheat! Go ahead!
|
| I CAN’T DO IT!
|
| Cheat-cheedly-cheat! Go ahead!
|
| I CAN’T DO IT!
|
| Be in my video
|
| Darling, every night
|
| I will rent a cage for you
|
| And mi-j-i-nits dressed in white
|
| Teeny-little-tiny-little…
|
|
|
| Twirl around in a lap dissolve
|
| Pretend to sing the words
|
| I’ll rent a gleaming limousine
|
| Release a flock of ber-herna-herna-herna-herna-her-nerds
|
|
|
| Wear a leather collar
|
| Wear a leather collar
|
| And a dagger in your ear
|
| A dagger in your ear
|
| Stabbinitin-stabbinitin-stabbinitin-stabbinitin-YOU!
|
| I will make your nose smell the glove
|
| And try to look sincere
|
| Then we’ll…
|
|
|
| Dance the blues
|
| Oh yes
|
| ✄ Let’s dance the blues
|
| We’ll dance the blues
|
| Let’s dance the blues
|
| We’ll dance them very much
|
| ✄ Under the megawatt moonlight
|
|
|
| Pretend to be ✄ Chinese
|
| One-hung-low
|
| I’ll make you wear ✄ red shoes
|
| There’s a cheesy atom bomb explosion all the big groups use
|
|
|
| Atomic light will shine
|
| Will shine
|
| Through an old Venetian blind
|
| Venetian blind
|
| Making patterns on your face
|
| On your face
|
| Then it cuts to outer space
|
| With its billions & billions & billions & billions
|
|
|
| Be in my video
|
| In my video
|
| Darling, every night
|
| Darling, every night
|
| Everyone in cable-land
|
| Everyone in cable-gable-land
|
| Will say you’re outasite
|
| I say they’ll say you’re outasite
|
|
|
| You can show your legs
|
| You can show the pretty legs
|
| While you’re getting in the car
|
| In my red hot rod car, then I…
|
| Then I will look repulsive
|
| With my big ears and all
|
| While I mangle my guitar
|
|
|
| Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon-tee-nu-nee-nu-nee
|
| MOO-AHHH
|
| Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon-tee-nu-nee-nu-nee
|
| MOO-AHHH
|
| Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon-tee-nu-nee-nu-nee
|
| MOO-AHHH
|
| Tee-nu-nee
|
| MOO-AHHH
|
| Tee-nu-nee
|
| Moo-wah-wah-wah-ooo
|
|
|
| After all the close-up shots of you
|
| In bondage leather
|
| They’ll spray an alley with a hose ▶
|
| And we’ll escape together
|
| Then we’ll…
|
|
|
| Dance de blude agin
|
| I’m dancing the blues
|
| Oh yes, we’ll dance the blues
|
| Led dance de blude agin
|
| I’m dancing the blues
|
| Sure we will
|
| Led dance de blude agin
|
| I’m dancing
|
| We’ll dance them blues
|
| In de middle o’ de alley
|
|
|
| Let’s dance your face
|
| Let’s dance your face
|
| Let’s dance your lips
|
| And dance your lips
|
| Let’s dance your nose
|
| We can dance your nose
|
| And then we’ll dance your sinus
|
|
|
| MOO-AHHH!
|
| [FZ] Frogs with dirty little lips
|
| Dirty little warts on their finger-tips
|
| Dirty an’ green
|
| Tiny an’ mean
|
| Floppin’ around
|
| By the edge of the stream
|
|
|
| La-la la-la
|
| La-la la-la
|
| La-la la-la
|
| La-la la-la la-la
|
|
|
| Frogs with dirty little eyes
|
| Dirty little tongues all covered with flies
|
| Dirty brown
|
| Floppin’ around
|
| Puffed up an’ bloated when the sun goes down!
|
|
|
| La-la la-la
|
| La-la la-la
|
| La-la la-la
|
| La-la la-la la-la
|
|
|
| Frogs with dirty little nose
|
| Dirty little spots all over their clothes
|
| Dirty legs
|
| Dirty feet
|
| Dirty little frogs is what you eat
|
|
|
| La-la la-la
|
| La-la la-la
|
| La-la la-la
|
| La-la la-la la-la
|
| [Repeat]
|
| [Bobby Martin] I been run down
|
| Lord, an’ I been lied to
|
| And I don’t know why
|
| I let that mean woman make me out a fool
|
|
|
| She took all my money
|
| An’ wrecked my new car
|
| Now she’s with one of my good-time buddies
|
| Drinkin’ in some cross-town bar
|
|
|
| Sometime I feel…
|
| Sometime I feel…
|
| Like I been tied to the whippin’ post
|
| Tied to the whippin’ post
|
| Tied to the whippin’ post
|
| Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’
|
|
|
| My friends tell me
|
| That I been such a fool
|
| I have to stand back an’ take it, babe
|
| All for loving you
|
|
|
| I drown myself in sorrow
|
| As I look at what you done
|
| But nothin’ seems to change
|
| That bad times stay the same and I can’t run
|
|
|
| Sometime I feel…
|
| Sometime I feel…
|
| Like I been tied to the whippin’ post
|
| Tied to the whippin’ post
|
| Tied to the whippin’ post
|
| Oh, good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| Lord
|
| Lord, no, no
|
|
|
| Yeah
|
| Lord
|
| Been tied down
|
|
|
| Sometimes I feel…
|
| Sometime I feel…
|
| Like I been tied to the whippin’ post
|
| Tied to the whippin’ post
|
| Tied to the whippin’ post
|
| LAWD-NO-OOOH!
|
| Oh Lord, Lord, Lord
|
| You know sometime I try to believe
|
| That just there ain’t no such thing… as dyin’
|
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