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I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscrete
They were brawlin' in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Well the band were playing
and the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county pen
Sergeant Baker and his men made a beeline for the jail
And for miles around you could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail
Sergeant Baker started talkin' with a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear, he was always in command
He said "blood will flow here, Padre. Padre you talk to your boys..."
"Trust in me - God will come to set you free..."
Well we don't understand why you called in the National Guard
When Uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains - but some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
Load up, load up, load up with Rubber Bullets
Is it really such a crime for a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do about it whatcha gonna do?
Do the Wall Street shuffle
Hear the money rustle
Watch the greenbacks tumble
Feel the sterling crumble
You need a yen to make mark
If vou wanna make money
You'll need the luck to make a buck
If you wanna be a Getty
Rothschild
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
You've gotta be cool on Wall Street
When your index is low
Dow Jones ain't got time for the bums
They wind up on skid row with holes in their pockets
They plead with you, buddy can you spare a dime
But you ain't got the time
Doin' the
Doin' the
Oh Howard Hughes, did vour money make you better
Are you waiting for the hour when you can screw me
'Cause you're big enough
To do the Wall Street shuffle
Let your money hustle
Bet you'd sell your mother
You can't buy another
Doin' the
Doin' the
You buy and sell
You wheel and deal
But you're living on instinct
You get a tip
You follow it
And you make a big killing
On Wall Street
Gonna meet you on the corner
Gonna take you out of town
Out to where the grass is greener
And no one can be found
Gonna be there in the morning
Gonna take you by the hand
Gonna get out of the city
Gonna get back to the land
Waterfall, and it's fallin' down on me
Waterfall, and it's fallin' down
But it ain't gonna let me be
Gonna be there in the morning
Gonna take you by the hand
Gonna get out of the city
Gonna get back to the land
Waterfall, and it's fallin' down on me
Waterfall, and it's fallin' down
But it ain't gonna let me be
Hey, Waterfall
Hey, Waterfall
Hey, Waterfall
Hey, Waterfall
I got me a job on the local paper
Everybody there thinks I'm nice
But they'd better look twice
Cos' it isn't me
I wanna be
Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker
You keep writing me letters
But I haven't got time
I'm busy looking at photographs
But they'd better not be from the B.B.C.
You're gonna hear from me
Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker
Better not turn around
I'll stab you in the back
And you don't know what I'm hiding
Under my plastic mac, under my plastic mac
I got a very good friend in the CIA
And he says that he never takes bribes
But he's telling lies
Cos' he's into me
He knows I want to be
Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker
If Your brother's wearing dresses
And your neighbour's swapped his wife
I'm gonna make the headlines
With your private life
With your other wife
Headline hustler
Scandal maker
Headline hustler
Money taker
Down on the casting couch
A star is gonna be born
A star with the stature of a Harlow
Who's doomed
And groomed to enrapture
All her co-stars
And stunt men
Co-stars
Let there be lights
Action
Sound
Lights...
Action...
Sound...
Roll 'em
Out in the mezzanine
On the arm of a dumb marine
Her beauty looks out like a trailer
Norman Mailer
Waits to nail her
He's under the bed
And he's waiting for her to be dead
He's out on the patio
With his polaroid and scenario
And he's armed and he's dangerously
Close was the weather
When I was a kid
She gave me a feather from her gown
To cool me down
And I was the galley slave
Who lost his heart when the ship went down
Lights...
Action...
Sound...
Roll 'em
I had a part in the talkies
When you were a little girl
I've taken Lassie for walkies
When she was the pup that vaudeville threw up
And destiny led her
Hand in paw to
Somewhere in Hollywood
That's crazy
A dog up in Beverly Hills
Crazy
Crazy
You better lie low
Oh Donna
You made me stand up
You made me sit down
Donna Sit down
Donna
Sit down
You made me stand up
Donna waiting by the telephone
Donna waiting for the phone to ring
Oh Donna
You make me break up
You make me breakdown
Donna Break down Donna
Break down
You make me break up
Meanwhile waiting by the telephone
Donna is waiting for the phone to ring
Hello darling
Yes I love you darling
Yes I love you
Oh Donna
You made me stand up
You made me sit down
Donna Sit down
Donna
Sit down
You made me stand up
Donna I'd stand on my head for you
Oh my love my own one
Oh my love my own one
Donna waiting by the telephone
Donna waiting for the phone to ring
Oh Donna
Oh Donna
Oh Donna
Oh Donna
Donna I love you
Ships don't just disappear in the night
Do they?
People don't really die of fright
Do they?
We all know it just ain't so
So don't be afraid when the table shakes
Don't you
Don't be amazed when your shadow quakes
Don't you
Start to pray they'll go away
And then they can't do nothing to ya
They can't do nothing to ya
They just keep walking through ya
Better be nice to Vincent Price
Forces at work that we don't understand
Are they?
So don't get the shits if it touches your hand
Don't you
Poltergeists can be so nice
Better be nice to Vincent Price
What's that noise comin' up from the cellar?
What's it?
It's the restless bones of Boris and Bela
Boris and Bela
Don't go down, they're still around
But then they can't do nothing to ya
They can't do nothing to ya
They just keep walking through ya
And then they can't do nothin' to ya
They can't do nothin' to ya
They just keep walkin' through ya
So say one and so say all
Say what you gotta say
Or don't say nothin' at all
You been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights
While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive
So say one and so say all
Be what you gotta be
Or don't be nothin' at all
Be gracious to your mother
When you leave this neighborhood
The change is gonna do her good
Next to me you look bad
Cos' there ain't no fresh air for my momma
But the drop is sheer
When you break away
Take me away
It's just about time to hit the road
And say
You gotta believe in somethin'
It's easy to see
My god is fading away
So pick up your bible and pray for me
We're all alone in the darkness
But our eyes are open wide
We don't see nothing
And our hands are tied
To the railings of the Bowery
And the humid city slickers
So say one and so say all
We had a lot to say
And we said it all
The cost of living in dreams
Is rising like the crime wave
The AmStewartan way of dying
And it gets you every time
And it looks like it's got to my momma
My momma
May she rest in peace
Johnny don't do it
Johnny was an angel
An Angel dressed in black
He used to hang around the guys
Down at the local track
He tried so hard to join them
But they always turned him back
Johnny don't do it
He was an angel
Johnny don't do it
Such an angel
He was only 17
Just got out of school
He stole a bike from Joe's garage
To prove that he was cool
He didn't know that the brakes were worn
And fate can be so cruel
Johnny don't do it
Johnny went a riding
With his girlfriend on the back seat
Looking for some action
And they found it down a back street
Suddenly a truck pulled out
He tried to step on the brake
Johnny don't do it
Now Johnny's with the angels
The angels in the sky
I wonder if he thinks of us
As he goes riding by
If only he had listened
Oh the number of times we tried
...To tell him
Johnny don't do it
Hey, toots, you put the life into living
You brought the sigh into sight
Ah, hon, you make my legs turn to water
You bring the stars out at night
But they ain't half so bright
As your eyes
Gee whiz you take the beauty out of beautiful
You play the strings of my heart
Oh, babe, you take the wonder out of wonderful
Oh my, oh my, and my, if you were mine
The rain would turn to sweet sweet wine
Well he's been up all night
Breakin' his head in two to write
A little sonnet for his chickadee
But between you and me
I think its sssssilly
Silly
Oh, treas, you got a smile like a Rembrandt
Aha, you got the style of a queen
Oh, dear, you are the petal of a rosebud
And next to you all the others could be weeds
You're the only one my garden needs
Ooh, you know the art of conversation
Must be dying
Ooh, when a romance depends on
Cliches, and toupes and threepes
We're up to here with moonin' and junin'
If you wanna sound sincere
Don't rely on Crosby's croonin'
Take a little time
Make up your own rhyme
Don't rely on mine, cos' its
Sssssilly - silly - silly - silly
I looked in my mirror
What did you see lookin' at you?
I saw a nine stone weakling
What will you do?
Dynamic tension waiting for you?
Dynamic tension make a man out of you
I opened my magazine
What did you see?
I saw Mr. France
What did he have?
A girl on each shoulder
And one in his pants
Dynamic tension can do this for you
Dynamic tension makes a man out of
You you you you you
So our hero goes down to the beach
He's in real terrible shape
His chick's been seen with big Alex
That mother kicked sand in his face
Now let me tell you about Alex
He's got
Hands like hams
Knees like trees
200 lbs of surf board Hercules
Mr. Atlas won't you bring her on back to me
I lost my girl down by the beach
She's with Alex and she's out of reach
So please Mr. Atlas won't you bring her on back to me
I saw your body in an advert on T.V.
But what convinced me was your
Money back guarantee
Now I'm stronger than Alex
Where is he now?
He's left in disgrace
Oh yea?
Cos' I took back my girlfriend
Ha ha ha HA
And kicked sand in his face
...In his eyes
.......In his ears
...........In his nose
Dynamic tension waiting for you
Dynamic tension make a man out of you
One fine day
I started writing home
One finds
It's so hard
To make it
It's gotta be the right time
It's gotta be the right kind line
It's gotta be the mainline
It's gotta be
It better be
So let it be
One fine day
Nobody sends me birthday cards
Nobody brings me flowers
I'm just here for operations
I've been out for hours
When I come to I'll wet my bed
Cos, when I get mad
I sink so low
As matron knows
I get off on what you give me darlin'
I get off on what you give to me
And when I go to that seedy ward
Up in the sky
You'll be waiting
With a hypodermic needle
And a graph
Here comes the dark
I'm grateful for my anaesthetic
Out goes the spark
Delirious and apathetic
When I come to
I'll wet my bed
And when I get well
I'll take revenge
I'll wreak my wrath
On all blood donors
And their sisters
Visiting time and flowers
When sister brings that bed pan round
I'll piss like April showers
I get off on what you give me darlin'
I get off on what you give to me
And when I go
I'll die of plaster casting love
Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom
We were dancin' and romancin' at the Senior Prom
It was no infatuation
But a gradual graduation
From a boy to a man
Let me tell you while I can
The soda pop came free
Hey sis one kiss and I was heaven bound
Now who would have guessed
Milton's Paradise Lost
Could be found?
But in the eyes of the Dean his daughter
Was doin' what she shouldn'a oughta
But a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
The consequence should be
Church bells, three swells,
The Dean, his daughter, and me
They were dating in the park
They were smooching in the dark
Of a doorway for two
She whispered "I love you -
Ooh, you know I never felt this way before
Ooh, you know the elevator in my heart
Has gone awol awol awol"
And then I kissed her
And when I kissed her
It's a wonderful world
When you're rolling in kisses
Now, the paint is peeling
Now, and when the chips are dowin
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, your head goes round and round
Round and round and round and round
And round and round and round
I'm throwing myself off this train
Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hum drum days, he's got
Hum drum ways, oh boy
Hey, you know I'm really earning now
My ship came in with a cargo of dollars
My name's lit up on the prow
It's a wonderful world
When you're rolling in dollars
Rolling in dollars
Rolling in dollars
Now
Where are my boys?
They are in deepest water
Where are they now?
They are over the hill and far away
But they are broken men, who lie low
Waiting for miracles
Old men of rock and roll
Came bearing music
Where are they now?
They are over the hills and far away
But they're still gonna play guitars
On dead strings
And old drums
They'll play and pay to pass the time
The old wild men
The old wild men
The old wild men
Waiting for miracles
Lord have mercy upon the many
Lord have mercy upon the few
Lord have mercy upon the many
Lord have mercy on me
And on you
Its one thing to know it but
Another to admit
We're the worst band in the world
But we don't give a...
If Garbo played guitar with
Valentino on the drums
Then we'd be nothing more
Than a bunch of darma bums
So tune up
Tune up
Well we've never done a days work in our life
And our records sell in zillions
It irrigates my heart with greed
To know that you adore me
Up yours, up mine -
But up everybodys that takes time -
But we're working on it
Working on it
We've never seen the van
- leave it to the roadies
Never met the roadies
- leave them in the van.
All because of circumstances
Way beyond control
We became the darlings of
This thing called rock and roll
Here I am a record on a juke box
A little piece of plastic with a hole
Play me
Buy me and you play me
Then my plastic turns to gold
Here we are together on your hi fi
A little piece of plastic with a hole
Fade me
Fade me
Fade me.
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I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a hole in my shoe
And my toes are getting colder
I got ants in my pants
I got fries in my thighs
I got a bone in my nose
I got frit in my ass
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a flee in my ear
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I got a ticket for the train
And I'm ready to leave
I got a rockin' pneumonia
and the boogie woogie flu
I got the palpations
All because of you
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I'm burning, with love
I got my fish on the line
I got my hand in the water
I know right from wrong
So I do what I oughta
I laugh in the day
I cry in the night
Woo hoo baby
Gonna be alright
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
I got a bee in my bonnet
Got a chip on my shoulder
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
Well I don't like the way you work
It's all I can do
Working on a number
My fingers to the bone on my guitar
Working on a number
My fingers to the bone on my piano
All I got the end of the day
Is a message from the King
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
Well I don't like the way you work
It's all I can do
I'm trying to scratch a living
But, all this man is giving me is the blues
I'm trying to scratch a living
But, all the man is giving me is the blues
I've got to find a way to make my music play
Or I'm gonna lose my mind
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
Well I don't like the way you work
It's all I can do
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
Well I don't like the way you work
It's all I can do
4% of something's
Better than 10% of nothing blue
[Repeat to fade]
"I'm a clockwork creep
And I can't get to sleep
They wind me up and let me go
And I can't unwind
Going out of my mind
My time is coming soon you know"
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
"I'm a jumbo jet
With a brand new set
Of passengers and bags and crew
I'll spread my wings -
Do a thousand things
To prove how good I am to you"
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Meanwhile in the cargo of escargot
The temperature is rising
Advertising that our time is running
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh with just one minute to live
Oh, no you'll never get me up in one of these again
'Cos what goes up must come
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh, the gravity of the situation
It's only my willpower
That keeps this thing in operation
But we're gonna crash that's for certain
The pilot is too busy flirtin'
And he ain't aware
That there's a bomb down there
And if he don't do something it's curtains
"Now just hold on,"
Said the little bomb,
"If you were just to hold my hands
Then time would stop
The plot would flop
And jumbo would be safe to land"
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
My landings are the envy
Of Sabena and Pan Am
From Chattanooga to Japan
I taxi through the airways -
What a swell little plane
What a fine little plane
What a great little plane
I am
"Hang on one sec
I'm a clockwork wreck
And though my fuse is burning slow
Must keep my date to detonate
Goodbye, ta ta, and cheerio
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a........."
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