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| [FZ] The kids are freaking out, everybody is goin’ nuts
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| The heat’s out every night to call up names and kick their butts
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| Well, everytime you turn around you’ll see some joker staring back
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| He’s got a secret tape recorder and a camera in a sack
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| Pretending that he’s just another of the kiddies freaking out
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| But they pay him off in acid ‘cause he’s a downtown talent scout
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| He’s got your name and he’s got your face
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| He’s got your ex-old lady’s place
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| He’s here to see what’s goin’ down
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| And they don’t believe the things he’s found
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| The badges gleam and the minors scream, the heat pulls on the scene
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| They got no warrants in their pockets but that badge makes them supreme
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| You kids are smoking dandelions, you’re sniffing paper bags, baby
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| You’re dropping Good & Plenties, we can tell, your posture sags
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| Now line up here against the wall, your bodies frail and thin
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| And open up your pockets while we dump the evidence in
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| Well, they know that smoking flowers won’t win a case in court
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| And they know that Good & Plenties aren’t the psychedelic sort
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| But they tear your place apart because they simply couldn’t pass
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| A chance to drag some freaks downtown for smoking devil grass
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| Well, you never get your day in court, the food downtown is foul
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| The day of trial you nearly die with maggots in your bowel
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| But modern law and justice has advanced to such a point
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| That a jury trial is useless, they simply take you to the joint
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| ‘Cause after all you look so freaky, how could anyone believe
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| That what you think and what you feel comes close at all to what is real?
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| Blow your harmonica, son!
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| [Lowell George] Here lies love
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| In a grave caused by jealousy
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| Here lies love
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| In a grave caused by jealousy
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| Hate was the pall bearer
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| And on the tombstone was written “misery”
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| It was a bad situation
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| From the beginning to the end
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| It was a bad situation
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| From the beginning to the end
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| I say, baby, you killed my love
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| Now the undertaker is your friend
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| Now I’m sad and I’m blue
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| There’s not much I can do
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| If these blues don’t leave me
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| The UNDERTAKER WILL GET ME TOO
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|
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| Oh oh, here lies love
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| In a grave caused by jealousy
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| You know that hate was the pall bearer
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| And on the tombstone was written “Misery”
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| UH HA HA! UH HA! UH HA HA HA!
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| OH, BUNK! OH, DON’T STOP!
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| HA HA HA HA!
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| OH GOD! OH GOD!
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| HA HA HA!
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| OH! HA HA HA!
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| OH GOD!
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| LEAVE IT THERE…
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| RIGHT… RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE!
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| Perfect! Perfect!
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| RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE!
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| OH OH OH HA HA!
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| AH AH AH AH AH!
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| AY AY AY AY AY
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| AH AH AY!
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| RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE!
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| AH, OH GOD! OH GOD!
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| AY!
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| OH GOD!
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| AY!
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| AH! OH OH OH
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| OH… AY… AY
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| OH GOD, OH!
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| BLOOD… BLOOD… OH… OH NO
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| I MEAN IT! I MEAN IT!
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| Oh yeah, alright!
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| Oh baby, right there
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| Oh oh oh… me…
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| Oh yes… oh yes… oh… ahh… hh
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| Why don’t you… I don’t know why
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| Don’t… Oh God, when you talk, I can’t stand it!
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|
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| RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE
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| RIGHT! RIGHT! RIGHT!
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| RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!
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| OH, RIGHT THERE
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| OH… AH AH AH!
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| OVER THERE
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| RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE
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| HA HA HA HA!
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| OH, BUNK
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| Oh yes… oh… ahh… Bunk… Oh God
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| Oh… oh… oh
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| Oh yes… oh… ahhh… hh
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| Pip… WAAAH!
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| Oh yeah… oh yes… oh yes… oh
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| Oh yes… oh yes… oh… that’s good!
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| Oh yes… oh, wonderful… oh… Bunk
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| Oh God… oh no… no… aw… aw
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| No, no, no
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| More, more, more, more, more!
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| AHH… ah… ahh… oh no… oh no… no… ah… hh… hhh
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|
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| More, more, more, more
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| More, more
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| MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE
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|
|
| What… What we’re gonna do, ♫ “All night long”?
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| [FZ] Thank you
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| We do “All night long” now?
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| OH GOSH! HA HA HA!
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| OH GOSH! OH OH… OH…
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| POO-AHH WAH!
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| I FEEL SO GOOD!
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| WAH!
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| I FEEL SO GOOD!
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| WAH!
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| Uh ha ha ha ha!
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| HANDS UP!
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| [FZ] Thank you
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| [Guy #1] No violence here, it’s part of the evening
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| [FZ] Would you like to come up here and sing with us? Come on, anybody can sing this stuff.
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| [Guy #2] Yeah, I bet… I wanna… I wanna think that stuff
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| [FZ] You wanna what?
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| [Guy #2] Think it
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| [FZ] You wanna think it?
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| [Guy #2] Yeah, right
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| [FZ] Why don’t you make up some words for us and we’ll sing ‘em?
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| [Guy #3] Johnny Velvet on the loose
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| [Guy #4] Johnny Velvet!
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| [FZ] Where is Johnny Velvet?
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| [Guy #5] Where is him? Where’s Johnny Velvet on now?
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| [Guy #6] Why don’t you look inna Central Park?
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| [Guy #2] “Help, I’m a rock”
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| [FZ] “Help, I’m a rock”, you really want us to play that?
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| [Audience] Yeahhh! Yeah! No! No! Yeah!
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| [FZ] Yeah! No! Who gives a shit?
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| [Guy] Right!
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| Well, I’m about to get sick from watchin’ my TV
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| Been checkin’ out the news until my eyeballs fail to see
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| I mean to say that every day is just another rotten mess
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| And when it’s gonna change, my friend, is anybody’s guess
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|
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| So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’, hopin’ for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin’ every time I hear ‘em sayin’
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| That there’s no way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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| No way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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|
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| Wednesday I watched the riot, I seen the cops out on the street
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| Watched ‘em throwin’ rocks and stuff, and chokin’ in the heat
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| Listened to reports about the whisky passin’ ‘round
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| Seen the smoke & fire and the market burnin’ down
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| Watched while everybody on his street would take a turn
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| To stomp & smash & bash & crash & slash & bust & burn
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|
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| And I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’, hopin’ for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin’ every time I hear ‘em sayin’
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| That there’s no way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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| No way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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|
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| You can cool it, you can heat it
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| ‘Cause, baby, I don’t need it
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| Take your TV tube and eat it
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| An’ all that phony stuff on sports
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| An’ all those unconfirmed reports
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| You know I watched that rotten box
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| Until my head begin to hurt
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| From checkin’ out the way
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| The newsmen say they get the dirt
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| Before the guys on channel so-and-so
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| And further they assert
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| That any show they’ll interrupt
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| To bring you news if it comes up
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| They say that if the place blows up they will be the first to tell
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| Because the boys they got downtown are workin’ hard and doin’ swell
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| And if anybody gets the news before it hits the street
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| They say that no one blabs it faster, their coverage can’t be beat
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| And if another woman driver gets machine-gunned from her seat
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| They’ll send some joker with a brownie and you’ll see it all complete
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|
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| So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’, hopin’ for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin’ every time I hear ‘em sayin’
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| That there’s no way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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| No way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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|
|
| Well, I seen the fires burnin’
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| And the local people turnin’
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| On the merchants and the shops
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| Who used to sell their brooms and mops
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| And every other household item
|
| Watched a mob just turn and bite ‘em
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| And they say it served ‘em right
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| Because a few of them were white
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| And it’s the same across the nation
|
| Black and white discrimination
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| Yellin’: “You can’t understand me”
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| An’ all that other crap they hand me
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| In the papers and TV
|
| And all that mass stupidity
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| That seems to grow more every day
|
| Each time you hear some asshole say
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| He wants to go and do you in
|
| Because the color of your skin
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| Just don’t appeal to him
|
| No matter if it’s black or white
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| Because he’s out for blood tonight
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| [Dick Kunc] Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
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| [Kanzus J. Kanzus] […]
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] My name’s Kanzus and…
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| [Jimmy Carl Black & Kanzus J. Kanzus] I’m from Lyons
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| [Kanzus J. Kanzus] The Lyons Lions
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] L-Y-O-N-S
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| [Dick Kunc] You got any smokes?
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| [Kanzus J. Kanzus] Y’damn right
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Huh?
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| [Dick Kunc] You got any smokes?
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] What kind of smokes?
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| [Dick Kunc] Cigarettes
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| [Kanzus J. Kanzus] Wanna Chester booger?
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] What else did you think I meant? I got some cigars up there too, brother.
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| [Dick Kunc] No, I jes’… Frank wanted to know if you had any Winstons. Anybody have any Winstons?
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] No, I don’t
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| [Kanzus J. Kanzus] Gimme a Chesterfield
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| [Dick Kunc] Does Motor have any more Winstons? I know he just bought a carton.
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] I’ll pass, man
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| [Kanzus J. Kanzus] Boy, I’m havin’ another one. You can’t beat another Chesterfield, like the 48 others.
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] After 48 others
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| [Kanzus J. Kanzus] Suck ‘em right up. EUCLID, GET UP!
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| [Dick Kunc] Let him sleep
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| [Kanzus J. Kanzus] Fuck him, all he does is sleep
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|
[Jimmy Carl Black] Dee-dee-do do-dab-dewn
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Dub dab dab doo da down
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Dabbe doobbe doobbe
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Down down doo doo
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Dee dee dee dee
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✄ Put that pistol down, babe
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Put that pistol down, girl
|
Put that pistol down
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|
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[Kanzus J. Kanzus] ✄ Don’t take your guns to town, Bill
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Leave your guns at home
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| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III?] I gotta fart, Bunk
|
|
|
| [Roy Estrada] See my head here?
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| [Roy Estrada] See my head? My HEAD? Ha ha ha ha!
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III?] No, no, no
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| [Bunk Gardner] Let’s see if you can put your knees all the way up to your armpits, Art
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Artie, Artie, Artie… Artie
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| [Band member #4] See, I’m getting… easier
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| [Roy Estrada] Suck, suck… suck more
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| [Bunk Gardner] Sit on his face, girl
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| [Roy Estrada] Suck it, suck it a little bit. Suckit.
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Bunk
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| [Bunk Gardner] What?
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Stick it in
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| [Roy Estrada] Juice it, juice it
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Stick it in
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| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Lemme, lemme see your cock
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| [Band member #5] White skin women
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| [Band member #4] Oh God, oh, Jesus
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| [Band member #5] Look at it, man. Oh yeah, oh, look at…
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| [Roy Estrada] One, two, three
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| [Band member #5] Oh, look at that
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| [Roy Estrada] One, two, three? Is it succulent?
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| [Band member #5] She is so wonderful
|
| [Band member #4] You grabbed… You grabbed a tuft of hair there. Oooh, I like it.
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| [Band member #4] Do you? Ha ha ha… WOOF
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| [Roy Estrada] Hooh-hoh-ha-ay, BRAP! Come up here, we’re havin’ a party.
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| [Roy Estrada] Oh Art oh. Jizz you.
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| [FZ] Ha ha
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| [Roy Estrada] Jizz you, Art!
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| [Band member #4] Gimme, gimme some nose
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| [Roy Estrada] Jizz you
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| [Band member #4] You’re gonna tear the fuckin’ buttons
|
| [Roy Estrada] Jizz you
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| [Roy Estrada] Jizz you. I didn’t even believe it.
|
| [Band member #4] You didn’t believe it?
|
| [Roy Estrada] Jizz it
|
| Oh, look at that
|
| Boy, I didn’t believe it
|
| Oh, that’s good
|
| I didn’t even believe it
|
| I didn’t beleeeeve it
|
| How ‘bout that, you’re going to…
|
| All that hair coming out of me
|
| Happy birthday, Artie
|
| [Roy Estrada] How many humps do we give him? How many humps do we give him? Twenty four? Twenty four big ones.
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| [Roy Estrada] Twenty four big ones. Twenty four jizzers.
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Get one and one to count. And one to grow on.
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| [Lowell George] Uhh, may I see your papers pleez?
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Uhhh, lemme see. I’ll try…
|
| [Lowell George] Hand me your suitcase, let… let me open it
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] I’m… I’m just a bit nervous, you understand
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| [Lowell George] Open ze suitcase
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] This hasn’t happened uh… too often
|
| [Lowell George] Uh-huh, I see!
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] See, I… I don’t think you…
|
| [Lowell George] How many… Sixty-two packages of cigarettes? Why are you carrying all zees into Germany for? What are you doing this for?
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] I… I… Hey!
|
| [Lowell George] How long have you been livin’ in Berlin?
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] Uh… I don’t live in Berlin
|
| [Lowell George] Where do you live?
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] I live in Texas
|
| [Lowell George] Texas?
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Texas
|
| [Lowell George] Oh, I see, Lyndon Johnson lives in Texas too
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] I know
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| [Lowell George] Does he not?
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Sure does
|
| [Lowell George] Oh, this is alright
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] You mind… Is it alright if I shut my suitcase off?
|
| [Lowell George] Shut it off?
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] Would you care for one of these cigarettes?
|
|
|
| [Lowell George] Now, who’s this lady you are wizz?
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] Uh… What lady?
|
| [Lowell George] This lady here, standing next to you
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] Oh, this is… this is uh…
|
| [Lowell George] Has she her papers too?
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Mrs. Tucker
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| [Lowell George] PAPERS!
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| [Roy Estrada] Hello
|
| [Lowell George] Lemme see your papers!
|
| [Roy Estrada] Hi
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] How come you have to yell so much? What did we do?
|
| [Lowell George] I DON’T YELL!
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] We’re just trying to get into the country
|
| [Lowell George] This is MY country. It’s not YOUR country. I’m coined here, I’ve been standing here for years and years doing zis every time. You… You’re making me very angry.
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] Is this the… Is this ze fazerland?
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| [Lowell George] This is ze fazerland, yes
|
| [Background voice #1] What’s happenin’?
|
| [Background voice #2] I don’t know what…
|
|
|
| [FZ] Listen, you ought to check all the Mothers through customs. Hey, line… line up as soon as you’re finishing going through customs.
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] Are you uh… through with me, sir?
|
| [Lowell George] You may step over here to the right
|
| [Jimmy Carl Black] Thank you
|
| [Lowell George] My name is Fritz, open ze suitcase, please
|
| [Bunk Gardner] Just a moment here, just a moment
|
| [Lowell George] Open… What is zis? There’s sixty two copies of Horseshit Magazine
|
| [Bunk Gardner] Ah, ha
|
| [Lowell George] What are you carrying Horseshit Magazine around for?
|
| [Bunk Gardner] It’s a hoax, hold it, hold it here
|
| [Lowell George] Where izzit?
|
| [Roy Estrada] Right there, Bunk!
|
| [Lowell George] What is zis?
|
| [Bunk Gardner] Hold it, hold it, ha ha! Hold it.
|
| [Roy Estrada] Right there! Right there!
|
| [Bunk Gardner] I’ll never forget you, Fritz
|
| [Lowell George] Alright, next, you may close zis now
|
| [Bunk Gardner] Alright
|
|
|
| [Lowell George] Next. Who’s up? Oh, here he comes. Who are you? You, hand me your paper.
|
| [Roy Estrada] All the paper?
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| [Don Preston] Here’s my papers
|
| [Lowell George] Oh
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| [Background voice] All ze paper
|
| [Lowell George] Your name is Duke? What’s this Duke here?
|
| [FZ] Duke DeWild!
|
| [Lowell George] Duke, Duke DeWild. Have you seen many German movies? You ever go to ze movies? Have you been…
|
| [Don Preston] I never go to the movies
|
| [Lowell George] What is zis? You bring zis into Germany?
|
| [Background voice] No wreck it all over
|
| [Lowell George] These are Japanese tools. Why do you bring Japanese tools to Germany where we make the finest tools EVER, you, what are you doing? Zat’s 60 marks for you, oh my God, what’s the matter with you?
|
| [Don Preston] WARRGH WARRGH
|
| [Lowell George] Oh my God, please
|
| [Don Preston] WARRGH-H-H-H
|
| [Lowell George] Please not here
|
| [Don Preston] WARRGHNN
|
| [Lowell George] Step, oh my God, please
|
| [Don Preston] UH… URGH
|
| [Lowell George] Oh my God, OH AH UH URGH! OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? AH!
|
|
|
| [Lowell George] Who are you? What is your name? Hand me your paper. Is your name Larry? Larry Fanoga?
|
| [Jim Sherwood] Yezz
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| [Lowell George] Larry Fanoga?
|
| [Jim Sherwood] Larry Fanoga
|
| [Lowell George] Oh my God, what are you doing? What are you doing zat for?
|
| [Jim Sherwood] I’m beatin’ da horz to make it go fazter
|
| [Lowell George] That’s not a horse, that’s a table
|
| [Jim Sherwood] What’s the difference?
|
| [Jim Sherwood] Don’t go too fast, does it, for a table
|
| [Lowell George] What is this? Ohhh, Zephiran! “CL brand of benzalkonium […] present by Ann Eglenut”.
|
| [Lowell George] Ah, nasal spray
|
| [Ian Underwood] That’s right
|
| [Lowell George] You have a cold?
|
| [Lowell George] How long have you had a cold?
|
| [Ian Underwood] About a year
|
| [Lowell George] You had a cold for a year?
|
| [Ian Underwood] About
|
| [Lowell George] Are you trying to bring a cold in… into zis country?
|
| [Lowell George] Oh my God, don’t cough on me
|
| [Lowell George] What does this medal say? Says: “Berlin Survival Award, 1968”.
|
| [Ian Underwood] That’s where I got my cold
|
| [Lowell George] You were here before in Berlin
|
| [Ian Underwood] That’s right
|
| [Lowell George] What… What were you doing in Berlin?
|
| [Ian Underwood] We gave a concert
|
| [Lowell George] You gave a concert in Berlin?
|
| [Ian Underwood] That’s right
|
| [Lowell George] To whom?
|
| [Ian Underwood] The German people
|
| [Lowell George] The German people?
|
| [Ian Underwood] Yes
|
| [Lowell George] Don’t take ze German people lightly, I say
|
|
|
| [Lowell George] Who is this man here, is it Arzzur, Arzzur Tripp?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Arthur, Arthur
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| [Lowell George] Arzzur. Tripp.
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Yeah
|
| [Lowell George] It’s a German name, is it not?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] English
|
| [Lowell George] Tripp?
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| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Ja
|
| [Lowell George] Tripp?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Ja
|
| [Lowell George] Is it… Is it… JA?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Ja, ja, ja
|
| [Lowell George] Stop giggling!
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Sorry
|
| [Lowell George] You’re having too much fun, you know we arrest people for having too much fun here
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] I beg your pardon
|
| [Lowell George] When you come to someone else’s country do you run around on the grass and make it dirty everywhere you go?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] No, I stick pretty close to the bars
|
| [Lowell George] You know you people all look, you… bars?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] You know…
|
| [Lowell George] We have a lot of bars here
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Y’sure do, heh-heh-heh
|
| [Lowell George] Oh
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Excuse me for laughing
|
| [Lowell George] Don’t laugh
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Alright, now, I’ll do that
|
|
|
| [Lowell George] Who is this man here, the other man?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Uh… He’s our leader
|
| [Lowell George] He is your leader?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Ja
|
| [Lowell George] Wh— what is his function and how does he lead you?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] He directs us by… with signals
|
| [Lowell George] Why? What?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Well, they’re for various vocal noises that we use
|
| [Lowell George] Vocal noises?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Uh-huh
|
| [Lowell George] What are some of ze noises?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Eh, peep
|
| [Lowell George] Peep?
|
| [Arthur Dyer Tripp III] Poo-ahh!
|
| [Mothers] POO-AHH!
|
| [Lowell George] I see you all are very well organized, we all like order in Germany, you know
|
|
|
| [Lowell George] You have such a pleasant smile, may I see your papers?
|
| [Buzz Gardner] Well, you see, I… I don’t exactly have my papers with me, I… it seems…
|
| [Lowell George] You don’t have papers?
|
| [Buzz Gardner] I may have left them in my other bag
|
| [Lowell George] In your…
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| [Officer #2] He has no papers, huh?
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| [Lowell George] He has no papers
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| [Officer #2] Ahh
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| [Buzz Gardner] I mean if there was uh… if there was something I could do for you
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| [Lowell George] Do you have any identification?
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| [Buzz Gardner] Identification…
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| [Lowell George] It’s a nice watch you have on
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| [Buzz Gardner] Lemme see
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| [Officer #2] Was ist los?
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| [Buzz Gardner] Well, it used to have a Mickey Mouse there, I don’t…
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| [Lowell George] I tell you what I’ll do: if… if… if you give me zat watch…
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| [Buzz Gardner] NEIN!
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| [Lowell George] You got…
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| [Officer #2] That’s a very strange German accent
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| [Lowell George] Ja
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| [FZ] Arrest him!
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| [Lowell George] Are you sure…
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| [Officer #2] He was transport etwas
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| [FZ] He’s a spy!
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| [Lowell George] Are you sure you’re not a Russian? He’s a Russian, I zink.
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| [Officer #2] I think so
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| [Lowell George] Get him
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| [FZ] HANDS UP!
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| [Lowell George] Oh God
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| [Officer #2] What… What’s goin’ on?
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| [Lowell George] You want an enema? ▶
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| [Buzz Gardner] No, I’ll take a cheeseburger
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| [Lowell George] Why is the bow tie growing from your neck?
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| [Buzz Gardner] I’m practicing to fly
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| [Officer #2] What the… ahh
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| [Lowell George] Why is everyone in this group having bow ties growing from ze neck?
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| [Buzz Gardner] They’re all weird
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| [Lowell George] Gimme your watch
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| [FZ] I still don’t trust this guy’s accent
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| [Lowell George] Who is this? Come here, come over here.
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| [Officer #2] Who’s… Who is… Who?
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| [Lowell George] Do you have a suitcase?
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| [Officer #2] We must watch this one
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| [Lowell George] We must watch this one, right. Let’s open ze suitcase. Awright. What is zis? Oh, you too carry many cigarettes. Ah, what is this lyrics? Ah, these are lyrics? “My… My guitar want to kill you mama”.
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| [Officer #2] Mmm
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| [Lowell George] “My guitar wants to burn your dad, I get real mean when he makes me mad”. This is… This is very good, this is very normal. German lyrics. You’re welcome to our country.
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| [FZ] Ha ha ha!
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| [Lowell George] Don’t laugh
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| [FZ] You know, your mama and your daddy
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| Saying I’m no good for you
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| They call me “Dirty from the alley”
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| Till I don’t know what to do
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| I get so tired of sneakin’ around just to get to your back door
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| I crawled past the garbage and your mama jumped out, screamin’: “Don’t come back no more!”
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| I can’t take it!
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| My guitar wants to kill your mama
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| My guitar wants to kill your mama
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| My guitar wants to burn your dad
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| I get real mean when it makes me mad
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| Ay!
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| Later I tried to call you
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| Your mama told me you weren’t there
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| She told me don’t bother to call again
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| Unless I cut off all my hair
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| I get so tired of sneakin’ around just to get to your back door
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| I crawled past the garbage and your mama jumped out, screamin’: “Don’t come back no more!”
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| I can’t take it!
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| My guitar wants to kill your mama
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| My guitar wants to kill your mama
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| My guitar wants to burn your dad
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| I get real mean when it makes me mad
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| Ay!
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| [Guy in the audience] That’s right! Let’s go!
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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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| 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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| [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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|
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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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| [FZ] Can you see what they are? Do you hear what they say? People, it is sad but true
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| They dress really stupid but they think they’re OK and they got no use for you
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| Oh, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
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|
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| Maybe it’s the water, mama, maybe it’s the tea
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| Maybe it’s the way they was raised
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| Maybe it’s the stuff what they read in the papers keeps ‘em lookin’ sorta half in a daze
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| Oh, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
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|
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| We’re the dead girls of London
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| We thinks we are fine
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| We ain’t hittin’ on nothin’
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| But the boutique frame of mind
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|
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| You see ‘em dancing at the disco every night like a bunch of little robot queens
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| Making little noises full of fake delight but they’re really just so full of beans
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| Oh, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
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|
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| We’re the dead girls of London
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| We thinks we are fine
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| We ain’t hittin’ on nothin’
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| But the boutique frame of mind
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| Boutique frame of mind
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| Gee, I like your pants ▶
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| Boutique frame of mind
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| Gee, I like your pants
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| Boutique frame of mind
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| Gee, I like your pants
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| Uhhh, Mike Scheller says his life is a mess
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| Fritz Rau says asparagus
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| Should only be consumed
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| By people with a large amount
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| In an unmarked bank account
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| Fa fa fa fa fa fa
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|
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| Shall we take ourselves seriously?
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| Shall we talk about it all night long?
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| Shall we think we are so evolved?
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| Will we be depressed if we’re wrong?
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|
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| Shall we take ourselves seriously?
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| Shall we take ourselves elsewhere?
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| Shall we drink while we squat there
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| In the middle of this stupid song?
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| Shall we never go out there?
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| Shall we take us where we don’t belong
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| When we notice the Spargel is gone?
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| Shall we weep in the box office dawn?
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| ✄ Go away, I’m no good for you
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| Are the tickets all counted?
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| Are the costs all accounted for?
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| Shall we bring up the Spargel
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| For discussion at least once more?
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|
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| Shall we take ourselves seriously?
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| Shall we think we are so mature?
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| Shall we be very wrong at the end of this song?
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| Yes, we will ever more!
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| [FZ] I don’t know much about dancin’, that’s why I got this song
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| One of my legs is shorter than the other ▶ an’ both my feet’s too long
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| ‘Course now right along with ‘em, got no natural rhythm
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| But I go dancin’ every night, hopin’ one day I might get it right
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|
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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|
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| Hear that beat, jump outta my seat, but I can’t compete
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| ‘Cause I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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|
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| The disco folks all dressed up like they’s fit to kill
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| Walk on in an’ see ‘em there gonna give them all a thrill
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| When they see me comin’ they all steps aside
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| They has a fit while I commit my social suicide
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|
|
| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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|
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| The beat goes on but I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on but I’m so wrong
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|
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| The beat goes on but I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on but I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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|
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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|
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| I got it all together now with my very own disco clothes
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| My shirt’s half open, just to show you my chain an’ the spoon for up my nose
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| “I am really somethin’”, that’s what you’d probably say
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| So smoke your little smoke an’ drink your little drink, while I dance all night away
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|
|
| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| HE’S A… DANCIN’ FOOL
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|
|
| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a FOOL-UH!
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|
|
| Say darlin’ what’s a girl like you doin’ in a place like this?
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| Do you come here often? And if so, why?
|
| Wait a minute… I’ve got it… you’re an Italian!
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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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| What? You’re Jewish?
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| Love your nails…
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| You must be a Libra…
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| Ki-ni-shinai!
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| Your place or mine?
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| No more credit from the liquor store
|
| My suit is all dirty, boy, my shoes is all wore
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| I’m tired and lonely, my heart is all sore
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| Advance romance
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| I can’t stand it no more
|
|
|
| She told me she loved me, I believed what she said
|
| Took me for a sucker, boy, all corn-fed
|
| The next thing I knew she had a bolt on the door ▶
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| Advance romance
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| I can’t use it no more, no, no more
|
|
|
| She took George’s watch ▶ like they always do
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| It was a Timex, too!
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| Wah-hoo wah-hoo-oo
|
| And a shame on you
|
| No more money, boy
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| I shoulda knew
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| The way she do me, boy
|
| She might do you too
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| The way she do me, boy
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| She might do you too
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| The way she do me, boy
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| She might do you too
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|
|
| [Instrumental]
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|
|
| Advance romance
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| He wanna try one time
|
|
|
| Potato-Head Bobby ▶ was a friend of mine
|
| He open three of his eyes in the food stamp line
|
| He open four of his eyes in the food stamp line
|
| He open five of his eyes in the food stamp line
|
| He open six of his eyes in the food stamp line
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| He said she might be the Devil
|
| But she sure was fine
|
|
|
| Advance romance
|
| He wanna try it one time
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| Yeah
|
|
|
| Later that night he drop on by
|
| He say all he wanna do is come up and say “Hi”
|
| HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI
|
| Half an hour later she had frenched his fry
|
| Advance romance
|
| Bobby, say goodbye
|
| City of tiny lites
|
| Don’t you wanna go?
|
| Hear the tiny auto horns
|
| When they tiny blow
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|
|
| Tiny lightnin’
|
| In the storm
|
| Tiny blankets
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| Gonna keep you warm
|
| Tiny pillows
|
| Tiny, tiny, ti-tiny sheets
|
| Talkin’ ‘bout the tiny cookies
|
| That the peoples eat
|
|
|
| Well, city of tiny lites
|
| Maybe you should know
|
| That it’s over there
|
| In the tiny dirt somewhere
|
|
|
| You can see it any time
|
| When you get the squints
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| From your downers and your wine
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| [FZ] You’re so big
|
| It’s so tiny
|
| Every cloud is silver line-y
|
| The great escape for all of you
|
|
|
| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
|
|
|
| [Instrumental]
|
|
|
| City of tiny lites
|
| Do-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-on’t you wanna go?
|
| Hear the tiny auto horns
|
| Whe-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-en they tiny blow
|
|
|
| Tiny lightnin’
|
| In the storm
|
| Tiny blankets, tiny blankets
|
| Are bound to keep you warm
|
| Tiny pillows
|
| Talkin’ ‘bout those tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
|
|
|
| Talkin’ ‘bout those tiny cookies
|
| That the peoples eat
|
|
|
| City of tiny lites
|
| Maybe you should know
|
| That it’s over there
|
| Well, and it’s over there
|
| Say, and it’s over there
|
| Well, and it’s over there
|
| Doreen… don’t make me wait ‘til tomorrow
|
| Woh no
|
| Please, darling, let me love you tonight
|
| An’ it’ll be awright
|
|
|
| You… can’t make me say
|
| I don’t want you
|
| Woh no
|
| My heart is burning with love
|
| And I want you tonight
|
| Tonight
|
|
|
| You know I-I…
|
| I really love you
|
| I really love you
|
| You make me feel good
|
| You make me feel good
|
| Please don’t deceive me
|
| Oh no
|
| Doreen, you know you should
|
| Stay with me always
|
| Stay!
|
| We could be lovers
|
| Oh!
|
| Doreen, you’re different
|
| Than all the… oh, others
|
|
|
| Doreen… don’t make me wait ‘til tomorrow
|
| Woh no
|
| Please, darling, let me love you tonight
|
| An’ it’ll be awright
|
|
|
| You-you-woo… can’t make me say
|
| I don’t want you
|
| Oh no
|
| My heart is burning with love
|
| And I want you tonight
|
| Said, girl, I…
|
| I want you tonight
|
| Sweet Doreen
|
| I want you tonight
|
| You’re gonna feel no pain, baby
|
| I want you tonight
|
| Sweet Doreen
|
| I want you to…
|
| I want you tonight
|
| Open up the door, baby
|
| I want you tonight
|
| Sweet Doreen, said I
|
| I want you tonight
|
| Oh, Doreen, oh, well
|
| I want you tonight
|
| Well
|
| You know I want you to…
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