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Ring-a-ding-ding, oh my head's in a spin,
Now there's a cowboy in the court, he's got a monkey on a string.
He's singing dance, dance, dance to the monkey macaroni,
had to get out now, it was making me horny.
Spent all day trying to ease the pain......of learning. (Don't know the choruses)
Super skipper Sue, now tell me what can i do,
I've got a hole in my pocket and a stone in my shoe.
I've been-a walking all day and my limbs are so tired.
Won't you put me to rest, put me tonight
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oh my lord, she sure looks pretty.
running around in new york city.
look in her eyes, she's a princess in disguise.......oh-oh, get me a pony!
whoop-de-loop-de look at those buildings.
later on, laying low (?) looking for a living.
hey there, little lady, wanna loop a little later.......oh-oh, get me a pony!
well i fell in love, and then i fell down drunk.
fell down the stairs of some dim lit bar, oh.....
woke up dirty, down in the city.
5th and 2nd, not feeling like diddy.
ain't about to reason with six policemen.........oh-oh, get me a pony!
(repeat 1st verse)
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The Most fun that I ever had
Was the night the gypsies came to town
Lit up these streets like they've never seen
and have not seen since
Up to that point we were country boys
Snorting Speed and Surfing Cars
Chasing girls and bailing hay
And Smashing up our Lies
They put up a tent in the pasture fields
And Invited everybody 'round
I spent two long days and three whole nights
Losing my mind to all that's right
I spent three long nights and two whole days
Losing my mind on a BMA
It was,
After that everything changed
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Heard about Your band
I couldn't help it you were screaming in my ear
Coked up arsehole
Waiting for Liars
You shared a cab with Karen O
Oh oh, Oh oh oh
You're talking hyper bollocks
You're talking saleries
Oh yeh, you work in Insurance?
30k? OTE
You met Electrelane
AA? AAA
You know the girl from Sleater Kinney
You said you couldn't understand
Why it was that she contined to play
When she was only earning 10 Grand PA
You know a lot of people in the industry
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo-hoo
I heard about your Band
WHATEVER DUDE!
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Some kind of feelings
don't have an end.
Thirty situations come back
To haunt you again.
Johnny you are irritating
Like dirt in me eyes.
You've got you information
Unleashed.
What's in it for me?
You're the spine, you are the backbone
This nation state.
Fill up their heads with fear
Or fill their eyes with lust.
God save you for getting dressed
'Cause in God we trust.
There's a big house on the hill there
What's in it for us?
What's in it for us?
What's in it for us?
What's in it for?
Boxes that you're watching
Day and night.
Caught us tagging in here
It's the end of me now.
That you be selling amunitions
They backfired on you.
You created a warzone
What's in it for you?
What's in it for you?
What's in it for you?
What you in it for?
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Why don't you come 'round Saturday?
We'll go out drinking taking cocaine
Try to forget
Get high to forget
We'll go out dancing some place underground
Sweaty walls and sweaty eyes
Try to forget
Get high to forget
Put all past convictions to one side
Your court appearance ain't 'til Monday
I just want to remember you how you are
Old friend you're beautiful but your heart's on fire
Try to forget
You'll have months to regret
Put all past convictions to one side
Your court appearance ain't 'til Monday
?
Saturday night, I'm sure she won't mind
You'll always have a place to stay
Cheney, Cheney, Cheney, Cheney, Cheney
Cheney, Cheney
Stop being such a dick
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Cheney, Cheney, Cheney, Cheney, Cheney
Cheney, Cheney
Stop being such a dick
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I don't wanna reduce you but you're being useless
You're flicking away the angels that came down to save you now
You've got a blood on your conscience
You're bleeding out of every single one of your pores
Between the dusk and the dawn there's a lot of loss on your hands, sir
I can't stand to stand beside you no more
You keep on doing all the things that you were once so against, sir
Stuck in the revolution
? solutions
You can't find a way out when there isn't a way in anymore
You're been flirting with ruthless
You're been treating danger like she's one of the boys
You say your world could open up
But there ain't enough of you to pull it apart you've forgotten, sir
I can't stand to stand beside you no more
You keep on doing all the things that you were once so against, sir
Lying all the time, you keep on lying all the time
Better sort it out 'cause we're all waiting for an answer
It's hard enough to see you when the lights are out...
It's hard enough to believe in you...
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Abba zabba zabba zabba zabba zabba zabba zabba zabbba .....
WON'T YOU PICK UP THE PHONE?!
ary a lary ary a lary ....
WON'T YOU PICK UP THE PHONE?!
goppa goppa goppa yo ....
WON'T YOU PICK UP THE PHONE?!
Pleair pleari plaur ...
WON'T YOU PICK UP THE PHONE?!
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A hope that sailed straight into a halo of stone
You're so pretty in this light
In the hours between morning and midday
Its kinda like you're dying over again
*Chorus*
You know I trust you girl,
don't fuck me up,
You've got the power to.
The *Interlude* is the same as the intro.
*Verse 2* (Follows the same pattern as the first verse)
The blood-red water in the sky outside is seeping blue
You're surrounded in its light
They don't know what I've found
As long as we stay out of sight
*Chorus*
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We got married in a fever.
Hotter than a pepper sprout.
We been talkin' 'bout Jackson
Ever since the fire went out.
I'm going to Jackson,
I'm going to mess around.
Yah I'm going to Jackson.
Look out Jackson town.
Go on down to Jackson.
Go ahead and wreck yer hill.
Go play yer hand, you big talkin' gal
And make a big fool of yerself.
Get on to Jackson.
Go comb yer hair.
I'm gonna smoke Paul Jackson (yah?)
See if I care.
I breeze into that city,
People gonna stoop and bow.
All them fellas gonna make me
Teach 'em what they don't know how.
I'm goin' to Jackson,
Turn my loose in my coat.
I'm goin' to Jackson,
Goodbye, that's all she want.
They'll laugh at you in Jackson,
I'll be dancin' on a pony keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scolded hound
With your tail stuck between your legs.
Yah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
And that's a matter of fact.
Well, get home to Jackson,
Ain't never comin' back.
We got married in a fever.
Hotter than a pepper sprout.
We been talkin' 'bout Jackson
Ever since the fire went out.
I'm going to Jackson,
I'm going to mess around.
Yah I'm going to Jackson.
Look out Jackson town.
See, I'm going to Jackson.
Look out Jackson town.
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All night disco party
it's an all night disco party
all night disco party
a super non-stop uber-rocking disco party
All night disco party
it's an all night disco party
all night disco party
a super non-stop uber-rocking disco party
east west
north south
left right
croque monsieur, croque madam
east west
north south
left right
croque monsieur, croque madam
All night disco party
it's an all night disco party
all night disco party
a super non-stop uber-rocking disco party
east west
north south
left right
croque monsieur, croque madam
east west
north south
left right
croque monsieur, croque madam
All night disco party
it's an all night disco party
all night disco party
a super non-stop uber-rocking disco party
east west
north south
left right
croque monsieur, croque madam
east west
north south
left right
croque monsieur, croque madam
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Hi, how are you? What do you do? What do you listen to? Where do you go? Are you with them or are you with us? How do you dress? Who are your friends?
Won't you shut the fuck up? I'm just trying to watch the band.
Hi, how are you? What do you do? What do you listen to? Where do you go? Are you with them or are you with us? How do you dress? Who are your friends?
Won't you shut the fuck up? I'm just trying to watch the band
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One, Two, Three, Four....
Comma Comma Comma Comma Full-Stop!
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I gave you all I had
I gave you good and bad
I gave it you just threw it back
We won't get on our knees
Don't make us do that please
We've been away and now we're back
Don't be too sure of that
What makes you sure of that?
You've been away: you can't come back
We walked away from you
We hurt you through and through
Oh honey give us one more chance
You sure are lucky girl
Luckiest in the world
You've been away, now you're back
We got down on our knees
And then we begged you please
We always knew you'd take us back
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I fell in love with a girl.
She was 67 inches tall.
Took every pound I had,
Left me without a foot to fall on.
I thought it was imperial love.
She was my queen.
And it's all metrically
So precise and so clean
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