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Well I was out on a drive
On a bit of a trip
Lookin’ for thrills
To get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies
I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff
Stiff upper lip
Like a dog in a howl
I bite everything
And I’m big and I’m drawl
And I’ll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen
Well I’m workin’ it out
And I’ve done everything
And I can’t reform no
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip
Well I’m out on the prowl
And I’ll ball your thing
I got the teeth that’ll bite you
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin' down (stiff upper lip)
See my (Stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
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I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day
I look at her libido hey hey hey
I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on the hay
Makin’ a sweat, temperature rise all through the day
Man it’s getting hot hot hot
I said man it’s getting hot hot hot
It’s getting hotter and hotter
Man it’s getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
I got a feelin’ in my bones
I been rackin’ my brains out all night long
Stokin’ up the fire take it right up to the wire
Burnin’ on and on’ burnin’ on
Man it’s getting hot hot hot
I said man it’s getting hot hot hot
It’s getting hotter and hotter
Man it’s getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown
Meltdown
Man it’s getting hot hot hot
I said man it’s getting hot hot hot
It’s getting hotter and hotter
And hotter and hotter
It’s a meltdown, it’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown, it’s a meltdown
It’s a meltdown, gonna burn, it’s a meltdown
I said burn down
It's a meltdown, meltdown, meltdown
It's a meltdown, it's a meltdown
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Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin' and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz, yes
Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap 'n' tickler
To make you growl
A spitin' and bitin' on a TV show
Tightenin' frightenin' givin' out a load
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Come on in
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz
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I got a big fat Cadillac built for you
I got a honk that'll blow the avenue
Got a hot dog kickin' all bend my thing
Got a a sugar looking woman with a bald headed man
Give me five o here boy, that's what I'll do
Got a big fat momma who can hold a tune
Gotta slip that bone in hard and mean
A honky tonk woman get the best of me
Can't hold me back
Can't hold me back
Can't hold me back
Get a heart attack
Can't hold me back
Got a honky tonk big ball hit to thrill
I got a sugar boot money baby that'll kill
A honky tonk 15 golden mile
Gotta bald headed woman loaded in the town
You can get me to the ball man, drivin' in
And don't balk the kill, call in the 'ville
You gotta map the wrong town, hit the road
You got the whole boppa movin' on down the road
Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You get a heart attack
Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You can't hold me back
You get a heart attack
Can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
Can't hold me back, you can't hold me back
You can't hold me back, you get a heart attack
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
Can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back (hold me back)
You can't hold me back
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Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You don't need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
All over the city and down to the dives
Don't mess with this place it'll eat you alive
Got lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma' ready to slam
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin' your way now you may be in luck
Don't you fret boy she's ready to buck
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
New York, New York, New York
I feel safe in a cage in New York City
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When I see a pretty woman
You know it gives me a thrill
And she's a tailor made to order
You know I can't stand still
And you won't need a doctor
'Cause it'll cure all ills
And when I hear a noisy party
You know it gives me a chill
It gets me rockin' and a rollin'
And I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still, oh yeah
When it comes to sippin' honey
You know I drink my fill
And I'll be dancin' on the water
You know I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still, oh yeah
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't stand still
You know I can't stand still
I can't stand still
Baby I can't stand still
I just can't stand still
From morning 'till midnight
You know I can't
You know I can't stand still
Thank you lads, thank you lads, thank you
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Don't you give me no line
Better run if you can
Just like a thorn in the side
So don't give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lies
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
Don't you play me no jive
A bit of fun on the side
Too much crap make you blind
So don't give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no
Don't you give me no lines
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
I said, ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
Listen everybody say
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
I said you can't stop rock 'n' roll
You can't stop rock 'n' roll
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She makes the place a jumpin'
The way she moves around
She like a rump and rollin'
That's when she get it out
And when she start a rockin'
She bring me to the boil
She like to give it out some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
A picture clear for watchin'
The dish is runnin' hot
The box is set for pumpin'
She gonna take the lot
The way she get the butt in
She's gettin' set to ball
I like to chew it up some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues), yeah yeah
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
Can't get nothin' on the dial
The frigin' thing gone wild
All I get's the dumbed down news
New satellite blues
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
This thing's nothing but a load of crap
I'm gonna send it right back
You can stick it where it hurts...
Mac!
I got the satellite blues
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Don't smoke don't fight don't light no cigarettes
Or else you'll wind up in the can
No jokes no rights sit tight don't fool around
You are a guest of Uncle Sam
Stand up look right don't slouch and stand at ease
Allow no sex above the knees
When I snap you jump into the master plan
I'll be damned
Well I'll be damned
I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
Damned if I do
Damned if I don't
Don't talk don't fool don't try to mess around
I'll make a monkey outta you
You sign your name right on that dotted line boy
I'll be damned
I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
Damned if I do
And damned if I don't, yeah
Come on
I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
I'm damned if I do
I'm damned if I don't
I'll be damned if I drink or smoke
Damned if I steal your joke
I'll be damned if I go for broke
I'm damned if I do
I'm damned if I don't
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
I'll be damned
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Picking up the sleaze in my car
Hell no distance too far
Burning down the road in the night
Don't you scold me or I'll bite
These are the finer things in life
Don't think you live in paradise
I've got my filly wrapped in red
Upon my double decker bed
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it
Suckin' up the juice in the bar
Downin' every shooter so far
Checkin' out the girls what a sight
If you gonna blow me do it right
These are the finer things in life
Don't think you live in paradise
I've got my filly wrapped in red
Upon my double decker bed
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it
Come and get it
Said if you want it come and get it
If you want it come and get it, yeah
Now listen (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
If you want it come and get it (come and get it)
I said If you want it (come and get it)
If you want it (come and get it)
If you want it
If you want it
If you want it come and get it
Come and get it right here
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Get ready
You think your kinda tough
You're walkin' kinda rough
When you want any more
You go fast wo' wo' wo'
Things go tough
And you strut your stuff
And I want your thing
Then you're out of luck
Yes you are
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
Take you out to kick some butt
Work you over screw you nuts
And when you can't take no more
Then she push you out that door
And things go hard
Like a dog gone mad
She can pack some punch
Then you're out to lunch, back at one
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
Cant' tell I'm comin'
All screwed up, yeah
I said it's all screwed up
All screwed up, yeah
Said you're all screwed up
All screwed up
It's all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
It's all screwed up
All screwed up
Screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
Said you think you got some balls
But you're always out to lunch
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up
It's all screwed up, yes it is
All screwed up
It's all screwed up, yeah
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Oh yeah
Well there be no words of fighting around here
'Cause nothin' don't matter 'cause it ain't clear
Well it could be on a Monday
Or it could be even Sunday
So if you can't stand the distance
You better disappear
Do I make myself clear
I'm ready to rock I'm gonna rip it
Ready to rock yeah I'm gonna stick it
Give it up give it out
Whip it up all about
Stick it up shout it loud
Come on, give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up, yeah
Well there's a big storm a howlin' around here
And there be no wine no sinnin' and no beer
I'm gonna aim to fire a rocket
There ain't no damn way to stop it
I got a sure fire bullet
To get you outta here
I said do I make myself clear
I'm ready to rock yeah I'm gonna rip it
Ready to rock yeah I'm gonna stick it
Give it up give it out
I said whip it up all about
You gotta stick it up shout it loud
Come on, give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
I'm going crazy on a wild man's night
Take your pick of anything you like
Give it up
Give it up
I'm sitting pretty on the ready to bite
She givin' up a bit of cream delight
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up
Give it up give it out
Whip it up all about
You gotta stick it up shout it loud
Give it up all around (givin' it up)
Give it up, give it up, give it up (givin' it up)
Whippin' it in, whippin' it out (givin' it up)
Stick it up, stick it up, stick 'em down (givin' it up)
Give it up all around
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Givin' it up, stickin' it up
Givin' it up, givin' it up
Give it up
Do I make myself clear?
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High tail in your face
black hole rockin' the place
Hong Kong videos
big bang mad to blow
Into cyberspace
look out I'm gonna rage
Eight ball in the pock
big bone juke box jack
hot star burnin' it up
full moon runnin' amok
Into cyberspace
look out I'm gonna race
Blow you into cyberspace
blow you all into cyberspace
Gotta get out, get out of this place
blow a big hole into cyberspace
Octane down the track
flat chat smash the mach
blow out burnin' hot
mile high take you right to the top
Into cyberspace
look out I'm gonna race
Blow you into cyberspace
blow you all into cyberspace
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Back in black
I hit the sack
I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back [i bet you know i’m...]
Yes, I’m let loose
From the noose
That’s kept me hanging about
I’ve been looking at the sky
’cause it’s gettin’ me high
Forget the hearse ’cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat’s eyes
Abusin’ every one of them and running wild
Chorus:
’cause I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
(well) I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black
Back in the back
Of a cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I’m a power pack
Yes, I’m in a bang
With a gang
They’ve got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I’m back on the track
And I’m beatin’ the flack
Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I’m just makin’ my play
Don’t try to push your luck, just get out of my way
Chorus
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well I’m back in black
Yes I’m back in black
Hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah oh yeah
Back in now
Well I’m back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back
Back in black
Yes I’m back in black
Out of the sight
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A Rollin' rock, Electric shock
She gives a lickin' that doesn't stop [That don't stop]
She line 'em up, Push you 'round
Smokin' rings going round and round
Her hot potatoes
Will elevate you
Her bad behavior
Will leave you standing proud
CHORUS:
hard as a rock [I'm hard as a rock]
Hard as a rock
Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock]
Hard as a rock
Harder than a rock [Well it's harder than a rock]
The lightnin' rod, Strike it hot
Gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock [It's gonna hit you like a Rushmore rock]
No nicotine, and no pipe dreams
So low and dirty it's darn right mean
Hell elevator
I'll see you later [Yeah, sooner or later]
no I ain't gonna take it
I'm busting out [Listen, I'm busting out]
Chorus
yea
Hard as a rock
Harder than a rock
Hard as a rock
yea
I'm getting harder
yeah
yeeeeeeeeaahh!
harder than a rock
Well I'm harder than a rock
Hard as a rock
Baby I'm harder than a rock
Hard as a rock
Well it's harder than a rock
hard as a rock
Yeah it's harder than a rock
yeah
hard as a rock
well I'm harder than a rock
hard as a rock
yes I'm harder, harder, harder, harder than a rock
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Breakin' balls, Bangin' walls
Work hard and tough, and I want some rough
Unpack my bags, and take a drag
When bang on nine, and [I'm] dead on time
Open up the door
And lay upon the floor
She open her overcoat
Livin' out her dreams
Rippin' off my jeans
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Engine roll, and time to go
A razorback, a hog attack
[I'm] Buildin' steam, [for] whippin' cream
She likes a fat, smokin' stack
Hangin' off her legs
She threw me on the bed
Her hand went for my throat
As I began to choke
She said, Honey shoot your load [Honey shoot your load]
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Yeah
Wreckin' ball, let it roll
You are a Ballbreaker
Buildin' steam, for whippin' cream
You are a Ballbreaker
Hangin' off her legs
She threw me on the bed
Her hand went for my throat
As I began to choke
Honey shoot your load
You are a Ballbreaker
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
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Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all
Never had a woman
Never had a woman like you
Doing all the things
Doing all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bone
But you give it all you got
Weighing in at nineteen stone
CHORUS:
You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
And you're a whole lotta woman
Oh honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long
Only one to turn
Only one to turn me on
All through the night time
And right around the clock
To my surprise
Rosie never stops
CHORUS
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In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty-five
Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the smoltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But Tchaikovsky had the news
He said -
"Let there be light", and there was light
"Let there be sound", and there was sound
"Let there be drums", and there was drums
"Let there be guitar", and there was guitar
"Let there be rock"
And it came to pass
That rock 'n' roll was born
All across the land every rockin' band
Was blowing up a storm
The guitarman got famous
The businessman got rich
And in every bar there was a super star
With a seven year itch
There were fifteen million fingers
Learning how to play
And you could hear the fingers picking
And this is what they had to say
"Let there be light"
"Sound"
"Drums"
"Guitar"
"Let there be rock"
One night in a club called `The Shaking Hand'
There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band
The music was good and the music was loud
And the singer turned and he said to the crowd -
"Let there be rock"
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Well I was out on a drive
On a bit of a trip
Lookin’ for thrills
To get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies
I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff
Stiff upper lip
Like a dog in a howl
I bite everything
And I’m big and I’m drawl
And I’ll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen
Well I’m workin’ it out
And I’ve done everything
And I can’t reform no
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip
Well I’m out on the prowl
And I’ll ball your thing
I got the teeth that’ll bite you
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin' down (stiff upper lip)
See my (Stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
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Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You don't need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
All over the city and down to the dives
Don't mess with this place it'll eat you alive
Got lip smackin' honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma' ready to slam
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
Movin' all over like a jumpin' bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin' your way now you may be in luck
Don't you fret boy she's ready to buck
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
I feel safe in New York City
New York, New York, New York
I feel safe in a cage in New York City
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She makes the place a jumpin'
The way she moves around
She like a rump and rollin'
That's when she get it out
And when she start a rockin'
She bring me to the boil
She like to give it out some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
A picture clear for watchin'
The dish is runnin' hot
The box is set for pumpin'
She gonna take the lot
The way she get the butt in
She's gettin' set to ball
I like to chew it up some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues), yeah yeah
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
Can't get nothin' on the dial
The frigin' thing gone wild
All I get's the dumbed down news
New satellite blues
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
This thing's nothing but a load of crap
I'm gonna send it right back
You can stick it where it hurts...
Mac!
I got the satellite blues
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