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See the way he walks down the street
Watch the way he shuffles his feet
My, he holds his head up high
When he goes walking by, he's my guy
When he holds my hand, I'm so proud
'Cause he's not just one of the crowd
My baby's always the one to try the things they've never done
And just because of that, they say
"He's a rebel and he'll never ever be any good
He's a rebel 'cause he never ever does what he should"
But just because he doesn't do what everybody else does
That's no reason why I can't give him all my love
He's always good to me, always treats me tenderly
'Cause he's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no, to me
If they don't like him that way
They won't like me after today
I'll be standing right by his side when they say
"He's a rebel and he'll never ever be any good
He's a rebel 'cause he never ever does what he should"
Just because he doesn't do what everybody else does
That's no reason why we can't share our love
He's always good to me, good to him, I try to be
'Cause he's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no, to me
Oh, he's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no,
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
He's not a rebel, oh, no, no, no
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I'm waiting for my man
26 dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feel sick and dirty
more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey white boy, what you doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around
Oh, pardon me, sir, it's furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
P.R. shoes and and big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Then you gotta split
Because you've got no time to waste, ah
I'm waiting for my man
Baby, don't you holler
Darling don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling so good
I'm gonna work it all out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
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Out on the wily, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you, too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in your window
Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back love
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream
My only master
Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side, to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in your window
Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
You know it's me, Cathy
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
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Octopus (Syd Barrett)
03:41
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Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro', you have no word
Trip, trip to a dream dragon, hide your wings in a ghost tower
Sails cackling at every plate we break
Cracked by scattered needles the little minute gong coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see before you stand, hey ho, never be still
The old original favorite grand, grasshoppers green Herbarian band
And the tune they play is "In Us Confide"
So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro', you have no word
Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
Isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood
Meant even less to me than I thought
With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed
Well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border, hey ho, huff the Talbot
"Cheat" he cried shouting kangaroo, it's true in their tree they cried
Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!
The madcap laughed at the man on the border, hey ho, huff the Talbot
The winds they blew and the leaves did wag
They'll never put me in their bag, the seas will reach and always seep
So high you go, so low you creep, the wind it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats, the squeaking door will always squeak
Two up, two down we'll never meet, so merrily trip forgo my side
Please leave us here, close our eyes to the octopus ride!
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How I wished my folks were gracious hosts
And not dismayed
But wit and wisdom take a back seat, girl
When you're that afraid
Oh, no! Bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget, they never will
They can hear the stormtroops on our lawn
When I show her in
And the Fuehrer is alive and well
In our paneled den...
Oh, no! Bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget that war, what a war!
My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country
But the people have changed
My word, Germany
With its splendid castles and fine cuisine
Well, the car I drive is parked outside
It's German-made
They resent that less than the people
Who are German-made
Oh, no! Bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget that war
What a war, some war!
My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country
But the people have changed
My word, Germany
With its splendid castles and fine cuisine
It's lovely German women and it's wonderful rivers
That do flow from her hills
My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country
But the people have changed
Eins, zwei, drei
My word, Germany
With its splendid castles and fine cuisine
Its lovely German women and...
You and me!
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Turn out the light, yeah, the light
And I might have a chance
I guess I look slightly worse
Than the Elephant Man
Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
I went to high school
And majored in looking real bad
I got a real ugly mom
And a real ugly dad
Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
Whoa, oh Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
Dress for success
That's what they say
I'm such a mess
That there just ain't no way
I know my breath is the sweetest
It really is great
But when I try just to kiss you
You say, "Better wait."
Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
Dress for success
That's what they said
Gimme some clothes
To slap over my head
I went to Balboa Island
And laid in the sand
I may be as ugly as sin
But at lest now I'm tan
Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
Whoa, oh, oh, I wish I looked a little better
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Well, I went to the doctor
I said, "I'm feeling kind of rough"
"Let me give it to you, son
Your shit's fucked up"
I said, "My shit's fucked up?
Well, I don't see how."
He said, "The shit that used to work
It won't work now"
I had a dream
Ah, shucks, oh, well
Now it's all fucked up
It's shot to hell
Yeah, yeah, my shit's fucked up
It has to happen to the best of us
The rich folks suffer like the rest of us
It'll happen to you
That amazing grace
Sort of passed you by
You wake up every day
And you start to cry
Yeah, you want to die
But you just can't quit
Let me break it on down
It's the fucked up shit
Yeah, my shit's fucked up
Fucked up
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Now there once was a union maid, she never was afraid
Of the goons and the ginks and the company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
She went to the union hall where a meeting it was called,
And when the boys would come up to her
Oh this is what she'd say
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,
I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union.
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,
I'm sticking to the union 'til the day I die.
Now this union maid was wise to the tricks of company spies,
She'd take the dare, she didn't care, she always organized the guys.
And she always got her way when she asked for better pay.
She showed her card to the National Guard
Honey this is what they'd say
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,
I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union.
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,
I'm sticking to the union 'til the day I die.
Now you girls who want to be free, just take a little tip from me;
Oh get you a man who's a union man and you can join the ladies' auxiliary.
Because married life ain't hard when you got a union card,
And a union life is a happy life when you got a union wife.
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,
I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union.
Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union,
I'm sticking to the union 'til the day I die.
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Backdoor Lover (DuJour)
03:32
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This kind of love is wrong, but you know it feels so right
Runnin' my hands across your cheeks
They're oh so smooth and white
So leave the light on baby, and unlock your backdoor
I'll be comin' through that way tonight to love you for sure
Lyin' on your bed starin' up at the moon
You got me crazy, gotta love you soon
I'm your backdoor lover
Comin' from behind with the lights down low
Backdoor lover
Just you and me, no one has to know
Backdoor lover
Lemme meet you there at your secret spot
I'll show you a love that's more than hot
You know that I won't hurt you, so open up and let me in
We love eachother way too much for it to be a sin
Some people use the front door, but that's never been my way
Just 'cause I slip in backdoors
Well, that doesn't make me, hey!
Lyin' on your bed starin' up at the moon
You got me crazy, gotta love you soon
I'm your backdoor lover
Comin' from behind with the lights down low
Backdoor lover
Just you and me, no one has to know
Backdoor lover
Lemme meet you there at your secret spot
I'll show you a love that's more than hot
Baby, I'm goin' round in circles
'Cause you're everything
And you know what I wanna do
Maybe, we can get together at your place tonight
So open your backdoor tonight
Backdoor lover
Comin' from behind with the lights down low
Backdoor lover
Just you and me, no one has to know
Backdoor lover
Lemme meet you there at your secret spot
I'll show you a love that's more than hot
Backdoor love, you are my one and only
Backdoor love, oh
Backdoor love, you are my one and only
Love, oh-woah, oh
Backdoor lover
Backdoor lover
Backdoor lover
And I'll show you a love that's more than hot
Backdoor lover
Backdoor lover
Backdoor lover
I'll show you a love that's more than hot
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Now they make new movies in old black and white
With happy endings, where nobody fights
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage
Honey, jump right up and show your age
I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
I remember bein' buck-toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny
Oh I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
Yeah, and Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana
But only jazz musicians were smokin' marijuana
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could solve some mysteries too
Then it's flat top, dirty bob, coppin' a feel
Grubbin' on the livin' room floor (so sore)
Yeah, they send you off to college, try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear
I don't go to church and I don't cut my hair
But I can go to movies and see it all there
Just the way that it used to be
That's why I wish I had a pencil thin mustache
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave Errol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby
If I only had a pencil thin mustache
Then I could do some cruisin' too
Yeah, Bryl-cream, a little dab'll do yah
Oh, I could do some cruisin' too
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Someday mother will die and I'll get the money
Mom leans down and says, "My sentiments exactly,
You son of a bitch"
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
And I am a snake head eating (snake)
The head on the opposite side (head)
I palindrome I
I palindrome I
See that bulletproof dress hanging from the clothesline
See the medical chart with the random zig-zag
Now I'll help it decide
And I am a snake head eating (snake)
The head on the opposite side (head)
I palindrome I
I palindrome I
"Son I am able, "
She said
"Though you scare me."
"Watch, " said I
"Beloved, " I said
"Watch me scare you though."
Said she,
"Able am I, Son."
See the spring of the grandfather clock unwinding
(Egad, a base tone denotes a bad age)
See the hands of my offspring making windmills
(Egad, a base tone denotes a bad age)
Dad palindrome Dad
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
And I am a snake head eating (snake)
The head on the opposite side (head)
I palindrome I
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I (I palindrome I)
I palindrome I
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Too many teardrops for one heart to be crying
Too many teardrops for one heart to carry on
You're way on top now since you left me
You're always laughing way down at me
But watch out now, I'm gonna get there
We'll be together for just a little while
And then I'm gonna put you way down here
And you'll start crying ninety-six tears
Cry, cry
And when the sun comes up, I'll be on top
You'll be right down there, looking up
And I might wave, come up here
But I don't see you waving now
I'm way down here, wondering how
I'm gonna get you but I know now
I'll just cry, cry, I'll just cry
Too many teardrops for one heart to be crying
Too many teardrops for one heart to carry on
You're gonna cry ninety-six tears
You're gonna cry ninety-six tears
You're gonna cry, cry, cry, cry now
You're gonna cry, cry, cry, cry
Ninety-six tears
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King of Comedy (REM)
03:44
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Make your money with a suit and tie
Make your money with shrewd denial
Make your money expert advice
If you can wing it
Make your money with a power ply
Make your money with a buyout bribe
Make it lie as long as you mean it
I'm not the king of comedy
Grease the pig, give a squeeze
Make your money with exploitation
Make it holy illumination
Say a prayer at every station
Don't forget to ask for mercy
Make your money with a pretty face
Make it easy with product placement
Make it charged with controversy
I'm straight, I'm queer, I'm bi
I'm not the king of comedy
I'm not your magazine
I'm not your television
Make your money, make it rich
Make it young and make it quick
Make your money on the jukebox, baby
It's pick up sticks
Make your enemies, make your moves
Make your critics fumble through
Make it smart and make it schmooze
Make it look easy
I'm not the king of comedy
I'm not your magazine
I'm not your television
I'm not your movie screen
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
I'm not commodity
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Fire in the disco, fire in the Taco Bell
Fire in the disco, fire in the gates of Hell
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, it's my desire, it's my desire
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, it's my desire, it's my desire
Danger! Danger! High voltage
When we touch, when we kiss
Danger! Danger! High voltage
When we touch, when we kiss, when we touch
Danger! Danger! High voltage
When we touch, when we kiss
Danger! Danger! High voltage
When we touch, when we kiss
When we touch, when we kiss
Well, don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, it's my desire
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, it's my desire
Danger! Danger! High voltage
When we touch, when we kiss
Danger! Danger! It's high voltage
When we touch, when we kiss, when we touch
Danger! Danger! High voltage
When we touch, when we kiss, when we kiss
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, when we kiss
When we touch, when we kiss
Fire in the disco, fire in the disco
Fire in the Taco Bell
Fire in the disco, fire in the disco
Fire in the gates of Hell
The gates of Hell
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There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbies on the barbecue
Is this a hickey or a bruise?
Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed
Oh, well
It's a blacked out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots
Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards and got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard last Friday night
We went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law, always say we're gonna stop, oh-whoa
But this Friday night
We'll do it all again
But this Friday night
We'll do it all again
Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrant's out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail
Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed
Oh, well
It's a blacked out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots
Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards and got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard last Friday night
We went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law, always say we're gonna stop-op, oh-whoa
But this Friday night
We'll do it all again
But this Friday night
We'll do it all again
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots
Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards and got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard last Friday night
We went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law, always say we're gonna stop-op, oh-whoa
But this Friday night
We'll do it all again
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Heard she got married and the baby she carried came out beautiful and bright
And she forgot all about that night, way back when we might
Have started something. It wasn’t nothing
She’s the best woman on the planet. I might have had a shot but I took it for granted
Could have started something. It wasn’t nothing
La la la la la la la la Heard she got married heard she got married
La la la la la la la la Heard she got married heard she got married
I probably spent way too much time waiting and I’m probably overestimating
Cause she’s had connections. She’s had fun. But me, I’ve only had this one
Could have started something. It wasn’t nothing
She’s the woman that I chose but when the moment came I just froze
Could have started something. It wasn’t nothing
La la la la la la la la Heard she got married heard she got married
La la la la la la la la Heard she got married heard she got married
Why doesn’t anybody listen to me? Why doesn’t anybody listen to me?
Why doesn’t anybody ever include me, oh!
Oh my oh my oh my lord
Take a look at this vision board
I pray to it every night
Still nothing ever comes out right
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No-no, no, no, no-no-no, no, no-no, no, no-no
Na-no, no, na-no, no-no, na-no, no-no, no, no-no, no
Nobody can do the (Shing-a-ling) like I do
Nobody can do the (Skate) like I do
Nobody can do (Boogaloo) like I do
Nobody can do (Philly) like I do
Well, don't you know
I'm gonna skate right through
Ain't nobody do it but me
Nobody but me
Yeah, I'm gonna spin, I do
Ain't nobody do it but me, babe
(Nobody but me)
Well, let me tell you nobody
Nobody but me
Let me tell you, nobody
(Nobody) nobody
(Nobody) nobody
(Nobody) nobody
(Nobody) nobody
(Nobody) nobody
(Nobody) nobody
(Nobody) nobody
(Nobody)
No-no, no, no, no, no-no-no, no, no-no, no, no-no
Na-no, no, na-no, no-no, na-no, no-no, no, no-no, no
Nobody can do the (Shing-a-ling) like I do
Nobody can do the (Skate) like I do
Nobody can do (Boogaloo) like I do
Nobody can do (Philly) like I do
Ooh, yeah
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
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Failed comedian. Failing musician.
The artist currently known as Goodbye
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Keys: Dakota Boulevard
Bass: Dimo Rodrigo
Drums: Flora Lewpinsky
Additional instruments and vocals provided by Kevin Froleiks for tax purposes
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