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Ow
Oh yeah, get up
Ow! (Yeah)
Ow! Ow!
Well, they say it's kinda frightnin'
How this younger generation swings
You know it's more than just some new sensation
Well, the kid is into losin' sleep
And he don't come home for half the week
You know it's more than just an aggravation
And the cradle will rock
Yes the cradle, cradle will rock
And I say rock on. Uh! Rock on
And when some local kid gets down
They try an' drum him outta town
They say, "Ya coulda least faked it, boy"
Fake it, boy (Ooh, stranger, boy)
At an early age he hits the street
Winds up tired with who he meets
An' he's unemployed (Unemployed?) Ow!
And the cradle will rock. Ow!
And the cradle, the cradle will rock
An' I say rock on. Oh, say, rock on
(Guitar Solo)
Have you seen Junior's grades?
Ooh
Ow!
And when some local kid gets down
They try an' drum him outta town
They say, "Ya could've least faked it, boy. Faked it, boy"
And so an early age he hits the street
'N winds up tired with who he meets
An' he's unemployed. His folks are overjoyed
And the cradle will rock
Yes the cradle, cradle will rock
I say rock on. Hey! Rock on
Rock on. Rock on. Rock on
This ain't never been new, babe, child. Ow!
Rock on, wow! I said...
Rock on. Rock on. Oh, oh, oh
Rock on. Oh, ow, ah, ah, ah
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Ow!
(Adlib jungle sounds)
Ow!
Ooh yeah!
Oh yeah!
You can't get romantic on a subway line
Conductor don't like it, says, "You're wastin' your time"
But everybody wants some!
I want some too
Everybody wants some!
Baby, how 'bout you?
Oh! Oh yeah!
(Vocal Adlib) I took a mobile light, lookin' for a moonbeam. Ow!
Yeah, ya stand in line ya got lost in a jet stream
Ooh, everybody wants some!
I want some too (Oh yeah)
Everybody wants some!
How about you?
Ohhhh yeah
Ooooh yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
(Guitar solo)
Everybody wants some!
I want some too! Whoa!
Everybody wants some! Hey, hey!
How 'bout you?
Yeah!
(Adlib jungle sounds)
Woo! Where'd you get that shit?
Oh, yeah
I like....
I like the little way the line runs up the back of the stockings
I've always liked those kind of high heels, too, ya know I...
No, no, no, no don't take 'em off. Don't take...leave 'em on
Yeah, that's it...a little more to the right
Ow! Hey, hey, hey!
Everybody wants some!
I want some too. Whoa!
Everybody wants some!
Baby how 'bout you? Yeah!
Everybody wants some!
Everybody wants some!
Everybody wants some!
Everybody needs some!
Ah yeah!
Ahhh yeah!
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Hah, yeah
Oh-uh-oh
Ha
Ha-oh, ah-ah-ah
Try one together, one time a sec
Ha-oh, ah-uh-oh
Oooh!
Yeah!
Well, I ain't about to go to school
Ooo, an' I'm sick an' tired of Golden Rules, ah!
Oh! They say I'm crazy, from the wrong side of the tracks
I never see them, but they're always so far back, oh
Yeah, baby. How to say...Well lemme tell ya about this one time
How ya gonna tell me
Lemme put it to music, yeah, I say...
Well, I'm sick an' tired of cleanin' room. Oh!
An' it's the final bell for pushing broom. Oh-oh!
Damned if I do an' then I'm damned if I don't
Won't someone tell me what it is they all want?
It makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools
Blue, (Wow!) it makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools
Whoa! Bbbbbbb
I just can't take it
Ah, my teachers all gave up on me
No matter what they say, I, ha, disagree
An' when I need somp'in to soothe my soul
I listen to too much rock n' roll
Don't want no class reunion, the circus just left town
Why behave in public if you're living on a playground?
It makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools
Blue, it makes me blue
Fools, I live with fools. Wow!
(Guitar Solo)
Woo!
Oh, yeah
Oh! Woo!
Blue, it makes me blue. Makes me blue
Fools, (Oh!) I live with fools. Live with fools
(Wow!) Blue, (Hey hey!) it makes me blue. Makes her blue
Fools, (Oh oh) I live with fools. Whoa! Yeah
Ah, ha ha! Uh, uh!
All right, I said
Mmm, here they goin', my way. Woo! (Woo!)
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
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I told her "Never in hell, no special reason"
Musta lied 'cause I ain't leavin'
We're in for a very long night
Heard a vicious rumor from your mama's tongue
You a desperate woman, need a man with a gun
High crime zone, in the city o' lights
Baby please, can't take it anymore
Ah! Baby please, can't take it anymore
I'm takin' whiskey to the party tonight
And I'm lookin' for somebody to squeeze. Uh! Uh!
I hear you're lookin' for somebody to fight
Baby, don't get uptight
Baby please
Wanna see my ID? Try to clip my wings
Don't have to show you proof o' anything
I know the law, friend
At the 'leventh hour I'm goin' back outside
Ooh, give it a try. I'm your last loose end
Baby please, I can't take it anymore
Oh, baby please, I can't take it anymore
I'm takin' whiskey to the party tonight
An' I'm lookin' for somebody to squeeze. Uh! Uh! Uh!
Hear you're lookin' for somebody to fight
Baby, don't get uptight
Baby please
Yeah!
(Guitar Solo)
Wow!
Oooh, baby
Oooh, baby
Oooh, baby
Uh feel my heartbeat
Feel my heartbeat
Feel my heartbeat
Oh, yeah
Feel my heartbeat
Feel my heartbeat (Ah)
Feel my heartbeat
Feel my heartbeat
Feel my heartbeat
Baby please, I can't take it anymore. Oh!
Yeah, baby please, (Ah-ha!) I can't uh take it anymore (Wow!)
Baby please, can't take it anymore
Whoa baby please, (Yeah) I can't take it anymore. Whoa!
I'm takin' whiskey to the party tonight
An' I'm lookin' for somebody to squeeze. Uh! Oh! Ow!
Hear you're lookin' for somebody to fight
Baby, don't get uptight
Baby please, yeah!
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Hey!
(Adlib walkie-talkie banter)
Ooh, baby I'm checkin' out, I think you oughta know
I'm only wastin' time I think I better go
You ain't too civilized, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Baby I'm checkin' out, I think you oughta know, yeah
I'm only wastin' time, I think I better go
You ain't too civilized, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
(Guitar solo)
Ah, ha!
Aw, ha!
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
Baby I'm checkin' out, I think you oughta know, yeah
I'm only wastin' time, I think I better go
You ain't too civilized, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Loss of control
Loss of control
Loss of control
(Guitar solo)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
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Uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh-ah!
Well, my baby, she don't want me around
She said she's tired of watchin' me fall down (He-he-he-yuh!)
She wants a good life, ah! An' all the best
But I like that bottle better than the rest
And she said:
"I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble, ah!"
"Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble"
"Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble"
"If you take your whiskey"
Ow!
Well, that liquor in the night time leaves strange memories
Seems a lifetime, ooh, since yesterday
Come the daybreak, and come tomorrow
That woman's waited up all night for me again
Oh! She said:
"Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lotta trouble." Yeah!
"I think that you're headed for a whole lotta trouble." Oh, yeah!
"Yeah ya know that you're headed for a lotta trouble"
"If you take your whiskey home"
(Guitar Solo)
Some goes to women, ooh, some goes to Jesus
That I'm absolutely certain both's all right
Yeah, but it takes me at least halfway to the label
'Fore I can even make it through the night
Uh well, I think that you're headed for a whole lotta trouble
Yeah yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lotta trouble
Baby, yeah, I think that you're headed for some trouble
If you take your whiskey home
(Guitar Solo)
Oh! Ooh baby, take your whiskey home, yeah!
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You ready? (Yeah)
One, two, one, two, three, four
Out upon the islands on a cool summer night
Buddy, you don't got to hurry, take your time
What you need is on the menu and you get it tonight
Buddy, you got womens on your mind
Could this be magic? Or could this be love?
Could this turn tragic? You know that magic often does
And I see lonely ships upon the water
Better save the women and children first
Sail away with someone's daughter
Better save the women and children first
I hear music on the landin' an' there's laughter in the air
Just could be your boat is comin' in
Yeah you're leanin' back an' yeah, a foot tappin'
Ain't got your head right
There's a full moon out tonight. Baby, let's begin
And she said "Could this be magic? Or could this be love?" Uh, oh
An' I said "Could this turn tragic? You know that magic often does"
And I see lonely ships upon the water
Better save the women and children first
Sail away with someone's daughter
Better save the women and children first
Edward? Thank you
(Guitar Solo)
(Was)
And she said "Could this be magic? Or, could this be love?"
And I said "Could this turn tragic? You know that magic often does"
N' I see lonely ships upon the water
Better save the women and children first
Sail away with someone's daughter
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Well, back in the past when I was, treated so coldly
My love life was a darn disgrace
Needed someone to love n' hold me
That's one of the reasons that I was outta place
So, this is love? Well she finally kissed me
Had me all worked up inside
I wanted love but cupid missed me
She up and left and I almost died
But I was young and I was far from lonely
I been that way for a long, long year
Needed a girl to call my one and only
Is that you?
Ya think ya got the interest?
Come on an' take the time
'Cause you know, I wanna be
Yours in a simple rhyme
Wow!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Well, ain't life grand when ya finally hit it?
I'm always a sucker for a real good time
Woke up in life, found I almost missed it
Ain't I glad that love is blind?
But I was young an' I was, far too crazy
Been that way for a long, long time
Needed a girl but I was just too lazy
Now that I've found you
Ya think ya got the interest?
Come on an' take the time
I'm gonna be, yours in a simple...
Rhyme. Rhyme
N' she made the mountains sing
Birds against an icy sky
And I heard bells ringin'
I think I heard an angel sigh
And she said, "There'll be times. There will be times."
(Ah ah) You're gonna hear the angels singin'
(Ah ah) You're gonna hear the angels sing, they'll say
(Ah ah. Ah ah. Ah ah ah)
Ow!
(Guitar Solo)
Oh!
Oh, yeah!
Ha! Ah! Yeah
Ya think ya got the interest
Come on an' take the time
I'm gonna be yours in a simple...
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