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Get three coffins ready.
Huh? Ah!
Covered wagon, Medicine Show
Take you to a place where the healing flows, oh-ho
Weak in spirit we got the juice
Won't save your soul it`ll shine your shoes, oh
Treated king to kangaroo
Santa Fe to Timbuktu, oh-ho
Don`t be fooled by imitation
This is the stuff that cured a nation
We took the tube and the high plains too
Never stopped long just passing through
A drop of the laughter of the maids of France
Makes a hopeless cripple dance, oh
It was really vile weather
When we got tarred and feathered
You could hear the six-guns sound
As they chased us out of town
Whoa-ho...
In India we're all the rave
Discovered that it's great as aftershave, oh-ho
Dropped in the sea just off Japan
Swapped twenty bottles for an aqua-walkman, oh
Immunity from ridicule
Improves your brains if you`re a fool, oh-ho
And I read in the Middle East
Traded some for a hostage release
Now if you`re bald it`ll give you hair
If you've got straight trousers it`ll give you flares
Feeling up you`ll get depressed
Out of style here`s a brand new dress, oh
It was really vile weather
When we got tarred and feathered
You could hear the six-guns sound
As they chased us out of town
Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another one comes out!
Turn him around! Turn around!
Turn him around! Turn around!
(Laughing)
I'm innocent of anything!
You making some kind of joke?
Oh, no.
(Laughing)
I don't think it's nice, you laughing.
The stuff we sell is just the best
Passing all consumer tests, oh-ho
Days of heaven, nights of sin
Voodoo stick and shark's fin
When all around you seems like hell
Just one sip will make you well, oh-ho
Multi-purpose in a jar
If you ain`t ill it`ll fix your car
In days of yore for all bad feelings
Washing socks and stripping ceilings
Nowadays it's used medicinally
For all known human malady, oh
It was really vile weather
When we got tarred and feathered
You could hear the six-guns sound
As they chased us out of town
Whoa-ho...
Wanted in fourteen counties of this state, the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder, armed robbery of citizens, state banks, and post offices, the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison, perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children, inciting prostitution, kidnapping, extortion, receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods, passing counterfeit money, and contrary to the laws of this state, the condemned is guilty of using marked cards and loaded dice. Therefore, according to the power invested in us, we sentence the accused here before us, Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez...
...known as the Rat...
...and any other aliases he might have, to hang by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on his soul. Proceed.
Duck, you sucker!
(Gunfire)
I don't have to show you any stinkin' badges!
(Gunfire & yelling)
(Laughing to fade)
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On the Ginza Strip the 100th building on the 100th floor
Dream team life enhancing behind the 100th door
Sukiyaki carried me to this place
Have to hari kari if ever I lose face
Western girls at Lexington Queen
Are the prettiest girls I've ever seen
I'd gladly part with hard earned Yen
Just so I could be with them
Chainsmoking at the Singalong Bar
Werged into the Subway Car
Heat up some more rice wine
Somebody just jumped on the line
Robots have run amok on the factory floor
Been 20 years at Sony and I can see 20 more
Hi-tech sex, wireless sets, samurai
Western ways, baseball games, apple pie
Though some will say we imitate
Produce the goods at a cheaper rate
Faster too reduced in size
Our ingenuitys' realised
I had to grab a massage cab
I left my briefcase at the lab
Godzilla ate the bullet train
Won't see Kyoto ever again
Now Papa jumped the gun back in '41
Following the flag of the rising sun
When Tojo did the Mojo, he was downed in flames
U.S. Destroyer and kamikaze plan
The West don't learn from history
Doomed to repeat it endlessly
We put the past on to Fuji
And we erase it totally, yeah
Soon, we'll be known as Great Japan
Just like they do in Great Britain
Spelt microchip and solid state
The things that made this country great
Sony
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Why don't you play the tune now?
I don't like music.
Come on you little geezer.
You'll look funny when you're fifty.
Somebody I never met
But in a way I know
Didn't think that you could get
So much from a picture show
Man dies first reel
People ask what's the deal?
This ain't how it's supposed to be
Don't like no aborigine
Took a trip in Powis Square
Pop star dyed his hair
No fans to scream and shout
When mobsters came to flush him out
Gangland slaying underground
New identity must be found
On the left bank for a while
Insanity Bohemian style
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Met a dwarf that was no good
Dressed like little Red Riding Hood
Bad habit taking life
Calling card a six inch knife
Ran off really fast
Mumbled something 'bout the past
Best sex I've ever seen
As if each moment was the last
Drops of blood, colour slide
Funeral for his bride
But it's him who's really dead
Gets to take the funeral ride
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
You know, I don't think I'm gonna let you stay in the film business.
I like a bit of a cavort.
I don't answer solicitor's letters.
I apply a bit of pressure.
Space guy fell from the sky
Scratched my head and wondered why
Time slides into time
Across international dateline
Scientist eats bubblegum
Hall of fame, baseball
Senators a Hoodlum
Big chiefs in the hall
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Stray thoughts fear to tread
Placed upon the screen instead
She's my flame too hot to hold
Had to settle for her cold
Bloodlust, Greek God, Gold discovery
Gone bust, tight wad, slow recovery
Axe job, flame thrower, iron bar and gun
Betting shop - New owner - A walk in the sun
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Spread the news the Maestro's back
With a beat-box soundtrack
The King of brains - Queen of the sack'
Executives have heart attack
It's assault course celluloid
The money makers would avoid
Sometimes notions get reversed
Centre of the universe
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Who do you think you are? The Lone Ranger?
You're Jack the Lad!
(more)
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Ritual ideas relativity
All these buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Oh, ho
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There's a new dance that's going around
When the hits start flying, you gotta get down
All the young people dance 'round the square
That old time groove is really nowhere
So when you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Don't know what you're waiting for
A dance to the tune of economic decline
Is when you do the bottom line
Nagging questions always remain
Why did it happen, and who was to blame?
So when you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Don't know what you're waiting for
They've been doing it down at the zoo
And I can show you, here's what to do
All of the States and over UK
Even the Soviets are swinging away
So when you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Anything you want is yours
The road ahead's clear as a motorway
Give us this day our daily breads and send us on our way
Perchance to dream or take a holiday
Romeo, oh, Romeo
You gotta have your say
When you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Don't know what you're waiting for
When you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Anything you want is yours
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Li-li-lion, lion's in a jungle
Jungle's in a cage
Tra-tra-trouble, trouble in the homelands
Trouble in the homelands makes front page
Zu-zu-lu come out to play
Bongo drums said today
Front page caption read like this
Natives dress as terrorists
Tribal war a perfect plan for the one that damned the land
Since that ain't you or me tribal war continually
Mountain milk for mount nutrition send us some more ammunition
Never buy me ivy trade, let's go plug a hand granade
Thank you boss for Red Cross
Apreciate good will
No no no, stomach for our loss
Yeah yeah yeah, I feel quite ill
I-I-I`d rally round the flag
Rally round the flag, but we got so many
I guess that's why, why you act
Like we ain't got any
Tarzan has come home again, heard the news diamond vein
Had to split no room to siwing, Sun City wanted him to sing
Easy to see no unity, masses ruled by minority
When these guys come on the scene, ruined a good blues party
"I know I've heard the tune before"
I thought as I was kicked through the door
Something 'bout admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone called the teargas van
White knight write our wrongs, lyrics for the protest song
Number one top of the charts, rock 'n' roll bleeding hearts
They offer us a special patch, knew there had to be a catch
Family tree pulled at the root, they still bear that old strange fruit
Plenty reason, plenty reason to be gum
Living by the gun down in a slum
Stake your claim blow by blow
Saw my pals go flying through the window
Li-li-lion, lion's in a jungle
Jungle's in a cage
Tra-tra-trouble, trouble in the homelands
Trouble in the homelands, bosses in a rage
I know mister if it was you, it would be cut down like a flower
Some things never change, corporate crime gets free range
Only out for personal gain, grab the land and sieze the power
What's all this about big game, don`t you know the lions tame?
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Listening to a metal music prank that leads straight to the bank
Each grunt and groan took literally some tired old rock star's fantasy
Suburbia is such a drag, bargain nightmares in a bag
Newspapers sell disaster and sin, and when the dustorm comes they say the Devil rides in
Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end
Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum
Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at
Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact
Burnt out case from the neighborhood, converge one night deep in the wood
The bat from hell arrived that night to make that picnic outtasite
Satanic rights to a tune they knew well to make the party rock like hell
Hold tight the ride begins, macho men with pimply skin
Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end
Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum
Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at
Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact
Come fly with me, talk to the trees, the duststorm doesn't always please
That's the gamble inside your head, let's play something else instead
Hide and seek for a shock, I can see right through that rock
Bang, you're dead the shit is real, someones scored a bum deal
Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end
Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum
Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at
Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact
Teenage shrinks are all confused at the spread of drug abuse
Meanwhile down at the games arcade the latest candies are displayed
Guess what our kids got really cheap, the stuff that puts the elephants to sleep
Not paradise but blown to hell, they took their sabbath tapes as well
Party down, eat your friend, B-movie stories never end
Rock the house, shoot your mum, cheap thrills wrapped up in bubblegum
Get down, burn the cat, the hardcore life is where it's at
Loveboat, sub attack, beware of sudden impact
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Heard the news about the scare in the underwear
Population's getting thin, forget the bomb, its carnal sin, yeah
Marriage up, divorce is down, no one wants to fuck around
Save the rose, reject romance, Micky Mouse don't drop his pants
Now to sexual relations better take a wife
Now that sex is death, better lead a boring life
No time for social kissing, you'll hardly raise a smile
When you think what you'll be missing, iron undies back in style
Now where did it start and where will it end?
Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends
Masculine natural nowadays can offend
Never gonna fall in love again
No no no
Seems like only yesterday, cocaine and extasy
Run around and jump on anything you see
A marriage of convenience, saw a doctor went abroad
Saved up a few pennies, ran the weelchair down to Lourdes
Now handsome is as handsome does and I did it everywhere
Before the current era I didn't have a care
Bloodstream destination, megavitamin therapy
Artificial insemination, D.I.Y. vasectomy
Oh spaceman, junkfood Dallas, the 20th century
Two World Wars, a Great Depression, this must be Germ War III
Now where did it start and where will it end?
Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends
Masculine natural nowadays can offend
Never gonna fall in love again
No no no
No need for alimony 'cause no one wants to split
Leisure times a gamble, but jogging keeps you fit
Now I packed my bags for China, join the yellow race
Nostradamus had a theory, they're inheriting the place
Blamed it on the Haliens, C.I.A, and KGB
A.R.C. light a shining down on monogamy
New date really hard, promiscure? Change your views
Unless you got a health card, take a tip from Howard Hughes
Oh Trocadero transfer, I-Beam closet scene
Cat and mouse with the press, exposé celebrity
Now where did it start and where will it end?
Be nice to the wife, can't trust your friends
Masculine natural nowadays can offend
Never gonna fall in love again
No no no
The tramp of time continues, en masse to wedding bells
But they haven't made no breakthrough to helper T. white cells
Wholesale Hyper wipe out, technology against the pest
Put away those etchings, sorry baby no contest
Notches and phone numbers, collection flesh as pelts
Stealing cancers thunder, blows below the belt
Oh don't it make you wonder 'bout how the cards are dealt
Holy cow
Now where did it start and where will it end?
Be nice to the wife, can`t trust your friends
Masculine natural nowadays can offend
Never gonna fall in love again
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(Go ahead London)
Bad life, Bad language
Bad news, Bad
When I'm at home my woman won't leave me alone
And that's bad, so bad
So I walked out of the door and it seemed worse than before
And that's bad, so bad
And the thought occurred to me, how come that everything you see
Is so bad, so bad
But before I realised, hit by a truck and paralyzed
And that's bad, so bad
A golden opportunity claim my insurance policy
Hmmmmm... so bad
These are the things that drive me crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy)
These are the things that make me bad
(Go ahead London)
(Crazy)
Watch TV go goggle-eyed
See a horror movie get petrified
Go dye your hair use peroxide
Smoke a spliff get red eye
Hitler wanted to commit genocide
To the allied powers he notified
Went into Poland, the place he occupied
They all had a war and millions died
Jerry Lee Lewis had a child bride
Only thirteen but he said he's justified
Clint Eastwood starred on RawHide
Now he lives in California off a mountain side
Making love you got to be satisfied
Make a mistake it's got to be rectified
Jesus Christ got crucified
So the Empire Rome could get gratified
These are the things that drive me crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy)
These are the things that make me bad
(Make me bad)
(Crazy)
From the dancefloor I can see decadent society
And that's bad,so bad
As diverse as it could be, it's still cold and empty
And that's bad, so bad
There's the floor, that's the score
You don't like it, there's the door
And that's bad, so bad
Attitudes of some would say I got money, I'm okay
And that's bad, so bad
These are the things that drive me crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy)
These are the things that make me bad
(Bad)
(Crazy)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Do it, do it, do it
Got to modify your wheels if you want a low ride
On the windscreen says tax applied
Play your music loud well amplified
Each selection bona-fide
Hawaii 5.0 deals with homicide
On the slab the victims get mortified
Some people like to eat Kentucky Fried
Others like a Big Mac and French Fries
Nation's economy is on a downward slide
On the best course of action no one can decide
Company cheques got to be verified
Poor people got no money but they got their pride
Cop on wheels is Ironside
East, sleep, work, cheap, nine to five
Reagan won in a landslide
Which brings us back to RawHide
(RawHide)
These are the things that drive me crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy)
These are the things that make me bad
(Make me bad)
(Crazy, crazy)
(Go ahead London)
(Crazy, crazy)
These are the things that drive me crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy)
This is so fucking bad
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