Альбом Spinal Tap

Little girl, it's a great big world
But there's only one of me
You can't touch, 'cause I cost too much
But tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight

You're sweet, but you're just four feet
And you still got your baby teeth
You're too young and i'm too well hung
Tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight

You're hot, you take all we got
Not a dry seat in the house
Next day we'll be on our way
But tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight i'm gonna rock you (tonight i'm gonna rock you)
Tonight

Little girl, it's a great big world
But there's only one of me

We're back from the dead
Climbing from the coffin
We don't come here often
Or so it is said

We're back from the grave
Recovered from our coma
More body than aroma
It's life that we crave.

Watch our hearts pump as we go back into action (go!)
Giving satisfaction and getting some too
Hear our blood roar as we roll a lucky seven
From hell or from heaven, we're past but we're due
(But we're due but we're due but we're due)

We're back from the dead
Putting up resitance
Clinging to existence
And ready for bed

We're out of the shroud
An end to the becalming
Reversing the embalming
And back with our crowd

Nothing's more fun than flipping off the reaper (no!)
We're back on our beeper heading straight for the top
It's not so hard to avoid a mid-death crisis
No coffee, no spices, but rock 'till you drop
('Til you drop, 'til you drop, til you drop)

We're back and we're glad
Nothing ever stops us
We're our own synopsis
And here to be had

We're back from the dead
And this time we're not stopping
We've brought some corn for popping
And we're banging your head

Better off dead, still better off living (yeah!)
The gift keeps on giving and it's taking no more
No time like the past, no rhyme like the present
The first shall be last, and we're slamming death's door
(-ming death's door, -ming death's door, -ming death's door)

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
And poking your hay

Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
I'm leaving my spray

Sex farm woman
I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman
I'll rake and mow you down

Sex farm woman
Don't you see my sallow eyes
I - I - I'm
Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering your live stock
They know what I need

Working up a hot sweat
I'm scratching in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed

Sex farm woman
I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman
Don't you feel my tractor rumbling by
By - by - byyyy

Working on a sex farm
Wolfing down some corn bread
I'm turning on the tv
Joining the grange

When there was darkness and the void was king
And ruled the elements,
When there was silence and the hush was almost deafening
Out of the emptiness
Salvation, rhythm and light and sound,
Twas the rock and roll creation
Twas a terrible big bang
Twas the ultimate mutation
Ying was searching for his yang
And he looked and he saw that it was good.

When I'm alone beneath the stars and feeling insignificant,
I turn within to see the forces that created me

I look to the stars and the answer is clear
I look in the mirror and see what I fear
Tis the rock and roll creation
Tis an absolute rebirth
Tis the rolling of the ocean and the rocking of the earth
And I looked and I saw that it was good

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Stop wasting my time
You know what I want
You know what I need
Or maybe you don't
Do I have to come right flat out and tell you everything

Gimme some money, gimme some money

I'm nobody's fool
I'm nobody's clown
I'm treating you cool
I'm putting you down
But baby, I don't intend to leave empty handed

Gimme some money, gimme some money

Gimme some money, gimme some money

Don't get me wrong (gimme some money)
Try getting me right (gimme some mooney)
Your face is ok
But your purse is too tight (gimme some money)
I'm looking for pound notes, loose change, bad checks, anything

Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money
Gimme some money, gimme some money

I been a rocker since I don't know when,
I been a roller since a way back then,
Oh, yeah.
But late at night when the boogie's through,
I go to bed same as you,
Oh, yeah.

But when the rock & roll nightmare comes,
The devil's gonna make me eat my drums!

I try to fight it, but I just can't win;
I chase it out, but it comes back in
Again-
It's like a weight pressing on my brain;
If I were smart, I would go insane,
Oh, yeah.

'Cause when the rock & roll nightmare's here,
I start to worry 'bout my whole career!

And when the rock & roll nightmare's gone,
I jump about with my pyjamas on!

No light fantastic ever crosses my mind
That meditation stuff can make you go blind
Just crank that volume to the point of pain
Why waste good music on a brain

Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Heavy duty rock 'n' roll
Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Brings out the duty in my soul

I see you dancing there in front of the band
You're playing your solos with no guitar in your hands
I don't call no punches, I wouldn't waste your time
And just 'cos it pays, that ain't no crime

Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Heavy duty rock 'n' roll
Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Brings out the duty in my soul

I don't need a woman, I won't take me no wife
I got the rock 'n' roll and that'll be my life
No page in history baby, that I don't need
I just wanna make some eardrums bleed

Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Heavy duty rock 'n' roll
Heavy (heavy) duty (duty)
Brings out the duty in my soul

We came like babies
From our home across the sea
To see america
And the people opened their arms
To welcome us
To america

We came like children
From a far and distant land
To see america
And the golden sun of freedom
Filtered down to us
In america

And the people stood and stared
Loved us more than we had dared-to
In america

Super highways here and there
Pretty women everywhere
Brady bunch and smokey bear

Buildings reaching to the sky
Afro-sheen and apple pie
P.t.a. and f.b.I.

The jumbo jet begins to rise
A joyful nation waves it's bye-byes

Each religion, race and creed
Gets exactly what they need
God bless johnny appleseed

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Listen to what the flower people say
Aahhh -
Listen, it's getting louder everyday
Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue
Aahhh -
Listen, it could be calling now for you

Flower people walk on by
Flower people don't you cry, it's not too late
It's not too late

Listen, it's like a mozart symphony
Listen, it's something just for you and me
Listen, to what the flower people say
Aahhh - listen
It's getting truer everyday
Aahhh

The window's dirty, the mattress stinks
This ain't no place to be a man
I ain't got no future, ain't got no past
And I don't think I ever can

The floor is filthy, the walls are thin
The wind is howling in my face
The rats are peeling, i'm losing ground
Can't seem to join the human race

I'm living in a hellhole
Don't want to stay in this hellhole
Don't want to die in this hellhole
Girl, get me out of this hellhole

I rode the jetstream, I hit the top
I'm eating steak and lobster tails
The sauna's drafty, the pool's too hot
The kitchen stinks of boiling snails

The taxman's coming, the butler quit
This ain't a way to be a man
I'm going back to where I started
I'm flashing back into my pan

Yeah, that's what i'm doing
Right now

It's better in a hellhole
You know where you stand in a hellhole
Folks lend a hand in a hellhole
Girl, get me back to my hellhole

The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read
My baby fits me like a flesh toxedu
I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom
Drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind

I met her on monday, it was my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean
My lovegun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about mud flaps
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom
Drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind

My baby fits me like a flesh toxedu
I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom
Drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind

When I first laid eyes on county dunne
I was green as the hills so high.
But in later years the streets ran red with
Blood neath the violet sky.

I loved me a lass whose hair was long
And brown as the finest stew
And she swore by the stars in the jet black night
She'd be true as the sky so blue.

As I look back on the colours of me life
I see them in faded hues.
The red of the blood of the orange and the green
The gray of the sky and the moon's silver sheen
All give me the celtic blues...

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The devil went to devon
Felt like the fourth degree.
He said is it hot in here
Or is it only me?

Satan sat in surrey,
Sweating like a pig
He said is this just a fluke
Or maybe something big?

[Chorus:]
Warmer than hell,
Warmer than hell,
Warmer than hell.

Beelzebub's in brighton
Last time there he froze
Now he says the sand is far too hot
For his poor cloven toes.

Prince of darkness went to plymouth
Summer all year long.
Said is this global warming,
Or just some stupid song?

[Chorus:]
Warmer than hell,
Warmer than hell,
Warmer than hell.

[Bridge:]
When the tarmac bubbles over
And there's sulfur in the air.
When the molten gates fly open
You'll wish you hand a friend down there.

Sir Lucifer left London
In his chariot of flame
What say I take the credit, then
And you shall take the blame.

[Chorus:]
Warmer than hell,
Warmer than hell,
Warmer than hell

In ancient times, hundreds of years before the dawn of history
Lived a strange race of people: the druids
No-one knows who they where or what they were doing
But their legacy remains, hewen into the living rock of stonehenge

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Cups and cakes
Cups and cakes
Oh what good things mother makes
You've got to take tea won't you take it with me
What a gay time it will be

Cups and cakes
Cups and cakes

Please make sure that nothing brakes
The china's so dear and the treacle so clear
And I'm glad that you are here
Milk and sugar
Bread and jam
Yes please, sir and thank you ma'm
Here I am

Cups and cakes
Cups and cakes

I'm so full my tummy aches
How sad it must end
But I'm glad I've a friend
Sharing cups and cakes with me
And cakes with me...

Listen to what the flower people say
Aahhh -
Listen, it's getting louder everyday
Listen, it's like a bolt out of the blue
Aahhh -
Listen, it could be calling now for you

Flower people walk on by
Flower people don't you cry, it's not too late
It's not too late

Listen, it's like a mozart symphony
Listen, it's something just for you and me
Listen, to what the flower people say
Aahhh - listen
It's getting truer everyday
Aahhh