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A Gypsy mutant industrial vacuum cleaner dances about a mysterious night time camp fire. Festoons. Dozens of imported castanets, clutched by the horrible suction of its heavy duty hose, waving with marginal erotic abandon in the midnight autumn air.
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Album notes by FZ
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All the vocals in this album were a preview of the story from “200 Motels”.
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Coming. Soon. Near. You.
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Don’t it ever get lonesome?
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Yeah! Sure gets lonesome
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Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on the road?
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Oh, there was one time in Minneapolis when I thought I had the clap for sure
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Don’t it ever get lonesome?
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“Lonesome” ain’t the word
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Don’t it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour?
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Oh, I’ll take away
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You got nothing but groupies and promoters to love you
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And a pile of laundry by the hotel door
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Don’t it ever get lonesome?
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Don’t it ever give a young man the blues?
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Don’t it ever get lonesome?
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Don’t it ever make a young man wanna go back home?
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When the PA system eats it
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And the band plays some of the most terrible shit you’ve ever known
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Don’t you ever miss your house in the country and your ✄ hot little mama too?
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Don’t you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mama too?
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Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor? What the ROAD ladies DO to you?
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[Instrumental]
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I know someday I will never
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I’ll never go out on the road again
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I know someday I will never
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I ain’t gonna roam the countryside no more
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I’m gonna hang up them ol’ Holiday Inns, yeah
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And heal my knees up from when I was doin’ it on the floor
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See me doing it!
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See me do it on the floor
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Don’t you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mama too?
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Don’t you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mama too?
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Don’t you better get a shot from the doctor? What the ROAD ladies DO to you?
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[Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan] 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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And 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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Now! Now! Now!
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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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Baby
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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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Aaaaahhh!
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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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Aaaaahhh yeah!
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[Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan] Remember Freddie and Jo
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The night you went to the show?
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A monster movie
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Clutchin’ at yer hand
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Wait ten seconds
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Clutchin’ at yer arm
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Wait ten seconds
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Clutchin’ at yer elbow
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Wait ten seconds
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Where did your brassiere go?
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The monster came out
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An’ everybody shout
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People all around you
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Screamin’ at the monster
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The monster from the U.S.O.
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Who’s this dude with his hair straight back?
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His new white socks, an’ his pants all black
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His T-shirt is rolled
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His watch is gold
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A ‘55 Chevy that his brother just sold
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With his arm around yer waist
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An’ his hand is in yer pants
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An’ he asks you for a date
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To the servicemen’s dance
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Suppose you don’t wanna
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What can you do
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When a joker like that
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Got his hands on you?
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Oh, baby!
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T-T-T-Tell me, baby
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Would you go all the way for the U.S.O.?
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Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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Would you go all the way for the U.S.O.?
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Lift up your dress if the answer is no
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Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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Would you go all the way?
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Would you go all the way?
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Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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Would you go all the way for the U.S.A.?
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Would you go all the way?
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Would you go all the way?
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Would you go all the way?
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Would you go all the way?
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Hi and howdy doody?
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I’m the union man, you can call me Rudy
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Any you boys not paid up on your cards?
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Huh?
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You know I’m pleased to meet ya
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Been tryin’ all day to reach ya
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The union’s here to help every one of you rock & roll stars
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Rock & roll stars
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You - boys - know - we - care - so - mutcha
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Aboutcha - the way - they treat ya
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They send - a - guy - like - me - to - every - gig
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Just to get a chance to meet ya
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To check and see
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No wrong’s been done
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That’s one good reason
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I carry a gun
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I hope the bulge
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Don’t bum you out
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Wanna get a good look?
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Let me pull it right out!
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Let me pull it right out!
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Let me pull it right out!
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Let me whip it right out!
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Rudy!
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Hi and howdy doody?
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I’m the union man, you can call me Rudy
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Any you boys not paid up on your cards?
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You know I’m pleased to meet ya
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Been tryin’ all day to reach ya
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The union’s here to help every one of you rock & roll stars
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Ha ha ha ha!
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Welcome to Chicago
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Welcome to L.A.
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Welcome to our local here
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You’ll always hear me say…
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The work is here, it’s a couple a bucks
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I’m sure you’re glad to pay
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Whip it out, here’s your receipt
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Now I’ll go away
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Now I’ll go away
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Now I’ll go away
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Now I’ll go away
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Away-ay-eh-eh-yeah
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Away-ay-eh-eh-yeah
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Away-ay-ay-eh-eh-yeah
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POO-AHH!
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I’m cryin’, I’m cryin’
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Cryin’ for Sharleena, don’t you know?
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I called up all my baby’s friends an’ ask’n ‘um where she done went
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But nobody ‘round here seems to know where my Sharleena’s been
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Where my Sharleena’s been
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I’m cryin’, I’m cryin’
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Cryin’ for Sharleena, can’t you see?
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I called up all my baby’s friends an’ ask’n ‘um where she done went
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But nobody ‘round here seems to know where my Sharleena’s been
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Where my Sharleena’s been
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Ten long years I been lov’n her
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Ten long years and I thought deep down in my heart she was mine
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Ten long years I been lov’n her
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Ten long years I would call her my baby and now I’m always cryin’
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Ugh!
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Ugh!
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I would be so delighted, I would be so delighted
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If they would just send her on home to me
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I would be so delighted (mmh mmmh), I would be so delighted (I-I I-I-I)
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If they would just send her on home to me
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Send my baby home to me!
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Send my baby home to me!
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Send my baby ho-oo-ome!
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Send my baby home to me!
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