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Stuck inside these four walls
Sent inside forever
Never seeing no one nice again
Like you, Mama
You, Mama
You
If I ever get out of here
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get outta here
If we ever get outta here
Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun
And the first one said to the second one there
"I hope you're having fun"
Band on the run
Band on the run
And the jailer man and sailor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the band on the run
Band on the run
For the band on the run
Band on the run
Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh
Seeing no one else had come
And a bell was ringing in the village square
For the rabbits on the run
Band on the run
Band on the run
And the jailer man and sailor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the band on the run
Band on the run
Yeah, the band on the run
The band on the run
The band on the run
Band on the run
Well, the night was falling as the desert world
Began to settle down
In the town they're searching for us everywhere
But we never will be found
Band on the run
Band on the run
And the county judge who held a grudge
Will search forever more
For the band on the run
For the band on the run
The band on the run, yeah
The band on the run, yeah
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Jet, Jet, Jet
I can almost remember their funny faces
That time you told them that you were going to be marrying soon
And Jet, I thought the only lonely place was on the moon
Jet, ooh, Jet, ooh, Jet
Was your father as bold as a sergeant major?
Well, how come he told you that you were hardly old enough yet?
And Jet, I thought the major was a lady suffragette
Jet, ooh, Jet, ooh
Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, mater, much later
Jet
And Jet, I thought the major was a little lady suffragette
Jet, ooh, Jet, ooh
Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me
Ah, mater, much later
(What she say, what she say)
Jet
With the wind in your hair of a thousand laces
Climb on the back and we'll go for a ride in the sky
And Jet, I thought that the major was a little lady suffragette
Jet, ooh, Jet, ooh
And Jet, you know I thought you was a little lady suffragette
Jet, ooh
A little lady
My little lady, yes, ooh
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Late at night when the wind is still
I'll come flying through your door
And you'll know what love is for
I'm a bluebird
(I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird)
Yeah yeah yeah
(I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird)
Yeah yeah yeah
Touch your lips with a magic kiss
And you'll a be bluebird too
And you'll know what love can do
I'm a bluebird
(I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird)
Yeah yeah yeah
(I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird, I'm a bluebird)
Yeah yeah yeah
Bluebird (bluebird), uh huh
Bluebird (bluebird), uh huh
Bluebird (bluebird)
Fly away through the midnight air
As we head across the sea
And at last we will be free
You're a bluebird
(You're a bluebird, you're a bluebird, you're a bluebird)
Yeah yeah yeah
(You're a bluebird, you're a bluebird, you're a bluebird)
Yeah yeah yeah
Bluebird (bluebird), uh huh
Bluebird (bluebird), uh huh
Bluebird (bluebird)
(At last we will be free)
(Bluebirds you and me)
(At last we will be free)
Bluebird (bluebird), uh huh
Bluebird (bluebird), uh huh
Bluebird (bluebird)
All alone on a desert island
We're living in the trees
And we're flying in the breeze
We're the bluebirds
(We're the bluebirds, we're the bluebirds, we're the bluebirds)
Singing bluebird (bluebird), uh huh
Bluebird (bluebird), uh huh
Bluebird (bluebird, bluebird)
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Down in the jungle living in a tent
You don't use money you don't pay rent
You don't ever know the time
But you don't mind
Ho hey ho...
When your light is on the blink
You never think of worrying
What's the use of worrying?
When your bus has left the stop
You'd better drop your hurrying
What's the use of hurrying?
Leave me alone Mrs Vandebilt
I've got plenty of time of my own
What's the use of worrying?
What's the use of hurrying?
What's the use of anything?
Ho hey ho...
What's the use of worrying?
What's the use of hurrying?
What's the use of anything?
Ho hey ho...
When your pile is one the wane
You don't complain of robbery
Run away don't bother me
What's the use of worrying?
What's the use of anything?
Leave me alone mrs washington
I've done plenty of time on my own
What's the use of worrying?
What's the use of hurrying? (no use!)
What's the use of anything?
Ho hey ho...
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You gave me something
I understand
You gave me loving in the palm of my hand
I can't tell you how I feel
My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
I want to tell you
And now's the time
I want to tell you that you're going to be mine
I can't tell you how I feel
My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
I can't tell you how I feel
My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
You gave me something
I understand
You gave me loving in the palm of my hand
I can't tell you how I feel
My heart is like a wheel
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
Let me roll it
Let me roll it to you
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Mamunia Mamunia Mamunia
Oh Oh Oh
Mamunia Mamunia Oh Oh Oh Oh
The Rain Comes Falling From The Sky,
To Fill The Stream That Fills The Sea
And That's Where Life Began For You And Me
So The Next Time You See Rain It Ain't Bad,
Don't Complain It Rains For You,
The Next Time You See L.A. Rainclouds,
Don't Complain It Rains For You And Me
Mamunia...
It Might Have Been A Bright Blue Day
But Rainclouds Had To Come This Way
They're Watering Everything That They Can See.
A Seed Is Waiting In The Earth
For Rain To Come And Give Him Free,
So The Next Time You See L.A. Rainclouds
Don't Complain, It Rains For You.
So Lay Down Your Umbrellas
Strip Off Your Plastic Macs.
You've Never Felt The Rain My Friend,
Till You've Felt It Running Down Your Back
So The Next Time You See Rain, It Ain't Bad
Don't Complain, It Rains For You.
The Next Time You See L.A. Rainclouds
Don't Complain It Rains For You And Me.
Mamunia...
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You want to give your love away
And end up giving nothing
I'm not surprised, that your black eyes
Are gazing.
You say that love is everything
And what we need the most of
I wish you knew, that's just how true
My love was.
No words for my love
You're burning love, sweet burning love
It's deep inside,
You mustn't hide, your burning love
Sweet burning love, your burning love.
You want to turn your head away
And someone's thinking of you
I wish you'd see, it's only me,
I love you.
No words for my love
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The grand old painter died last night
His paintings on the wall
Before he went he bade us well
And said goodnight to us all.
Drink to me, drink to my health
You know i can't drink any more
Drink to me, drink to my health
You know i can't drink any more
3 o'clock in the morning
I'm getting ready for bed
It came without a warning
But i'll be waiting for you baby
I'll be waiting for you there
So drink to me drink to my health
You know i can't drink any more
Drink to me drink to my health
You know i can't drink any more
French interlude
Temp change
Jet... drink to me
Drunken chorus
French (tempo) drink to me... ho hey ho
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Oh, no one ever left aliveIn nineteen hundred and eighty five will ever do She may be right, she may be fine She may get love but she won't get mine,'cause I got you Whoa I, oh I Well I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff My little lady gets behind
Shake it, baby don't break it
Oh my mama said the time would come when I would find myself in love with you I didn't think, I never dreamed That I would be around to see it all come true Whoa I, oh I Well I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff My little lady gets behind
Yeah!
Oh, no one ever left aliveIn nineteen hundred and eighty five will ever do She may be right, she may be fine She may get love but she won't get mine,'cause I got you Whoa I, oh I Well I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff My little lady's left behind
...Band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run...
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Said farewell to my last hotel, it never was much kind of abode
Glasgow town never brought me down when i was heading out on the road
Carlisle city never looked so pretty, and the kendal freeway is fast
Slow down driver, wanna stay alive, i wanna make this journey last
Helen (helen) hell on wheels
Ain't nobody else gonna know the way she feels
Helen (helen) hell on wheels
And they never gonna take her away
M6 south down Liverpool, where they play the west coast sound
Sailor sam, he came from Birmingham, but he never will be found
Doin' fine when a london sign, greets me like a long lost friend
Mister motor won't you check her out, she's gotta take me back again
Helen (helen) hell on wheels
Ain't nobody else gonna know the way she feels
Helen (helen) hell on wheels
And they never gonna take her away
Got no time for a rum and lime, i wanna get my right foot down;
Shake some dust off of this old bus, i gotta get her out of town
Spend the day upon the motorway, where the carburettors blast;
Slow down driver, wanna stay alive, i wanna make this journey last
Helen (helen) hell on wheels
Ain't nobody else gonna know the way she feels
Helen (helen) hell on wheels
And they never gonna take her away
Say bye-bye.....fade out
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