1. |
Rockabilly Drugstore
02:02
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Yeah rockabilly, drugstore
Come on baby, lets get some more
At the rockabilly drugstore
Cause they're breakin' down my backdoor
At the rockabilly drugstore--baby gonna have some more
Yeah rockabilly, drugstore
Come on baby, lets get some more
At the rockabilly drugstore
Cause they're jammin' on the dance floor
At the rockabilly drugstore--baby gonna have some more
Yeah rockabilly, drugstore
Come on baby, lets get some more
At the rockabilly drugstore
Cause they're breakin' down my backdoor
At the rockabilly drugstore--baby gonna have some more
At the rockabilly drugstore--baby gonna have some more
At the rocka-, rockabilly, drugstore
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2. |
Sweet Thing
03:40
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Yeah …
A young girl sweet sixteen, a perfect picture for my warm wet dream.
Come on over for a rendezvous, a cuppa tea and then some leaves a few.
You like the fact I’m in a shitty band, you’re aware I’m a one night stand.
That don’t bother a girl like you, you get your cake and you eat it too.
You’re my sweet, sweet thing, you never bite but you always sting.
You’re my sweet, sweet child, come on over and drive me wild.
Well …
We never really had too much to say, we know that talkin’ just gets in our way.
And if your momma tried to put this down,
You keep your mouth shut but you still come ‘round.
You keep your mouth shut but you still come ‘round.
Oh, you’re so sweet.
Well the third verse is the same as the first…
A young girl sweet sixteen, a perfect picture for my warm wet dream.
Come on over for a rendezvous, a cuppa tea and then some leaves a few.
You like the fact that I’m in a band, you’re aware I’m a one night stand.
But uh, that don’t bother a girl like you, you get your cake and you eat it too.
You’re my sweet, sweet thing, you never bite but you always sting.
You’re my sweet, sweet child, come on over and drive me wild baby.
Come on over and drive me wild.
Come on over and drive, drive, drive, drive, drive me wild.
Oh, you’re so sweet, sweet.
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3. |
Georgia On A Fast Train
02:20
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On a rainy, windy morning that's the day that I was born on
In the old sharecroppers one room country shack
They say my mammy left me, same day that she had me
Said she hit the road and never once looked back
And I just thought I'd mention, my Grandma's old age pension
Is the reason why I'm standing here today
I got all my country learning, living and a churning
Pickin' cotton, rasin' hell, and bailin' hay
I've been to Georgia on a fast train honey
I wudn't born no yestday
Got a good Christian raisin' and an eighth grade education
Ain't no need in y'all a treatin' me this way
And now sweet Caroline, I don't guess I'll ever find
Another woman put together like you all
With your wiggle and your walkin', and your big city talkin'
Your brand new shiny Plymouth rag-top car
Yeah it's hurry up and wait, in this world of give and take
Seems like haste makes for waste every time
And I pray to my soul, when you hear those ages roll
You better know I'm gonna get my share of mine
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4. |
The Noose
02:52
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The kids all wanna know,
Right after the show,
But I don't wanna say,
Cuz that's not my way
I'm just trying to break out of this noose,
There must be some way out I just can't shake loose
And you wanna know too,
But I ain't gonna tell you,
You keep asking me more,
Gonna slam your face into the floor
Where it goes?
Nobody's nose!
Maybe right up,
Inside the knows
And they keep on crying at you,
And you don't know what you are to do,
And they keep on lying too,
And that ain't enough for you,
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5. |
Looking For A Kiss
03:25
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I always saw you, just before the dawn
When all the other kids, were just draggin' along
I couldn't believe the way it seemed to be
Rememberin' the things, you used to say to me
I bet you know I can't be wastin' time
'Cause I gotta have my fun, I gotta get some fun
I got to keep on movin', can't stop till it's all done
And never done
Well, listen when I tell ya, you got no time for fix
'Cause I just gotta make it, can't afford to miss
And there's one reason, I'm tellin' you this
I feels bad and I'm looking for a kiss
Why won'tcha tell me, why those kids are moving so slow?
Is it that they just don't have a place to go
When the day starts breakin', the sun is gonna shine
It's hard to sleep, if I been cryin'
Then all the old ladies they are on their way to the church
You goin' to the church? I bet here I'll be a golden boy
Lookin' for the thing that I search, I keep on searchin'
Well, listen when I tell ya, you got no time for fix
'Cause I just gotta make it, can't afford to miss
If there's one reason, I'm tellin' you this
I feels bad, bad, bad and I'm looking for a kiss
Well I'm looking for a real hot kiss, come on kiss me
You think it's bad, but you know it's true
So why won't you just let me live, baby
When I'm lookin' for a kiss
When everyone goes to your house, they shoot up in your room
Most of them are beautiful, but so obsessed with gloom
I ain't gonna be here, when they all get home
They're always lookin' at me, they won't leave me alone
I didn't come here, lookin' for no fix, I know
I been houndin' all streets all night long late
Baby just looking for a kiss
I need a fixin' a kiss, I need a fixin' a kiss
I need a fixin' a kiss, I've been looking for a kiss
I didn't come here, lookin' for no fix, I know
I been haulin' booty, all night long
Baby just looking for a kiss
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6. |
Coz I Luv You
03:53
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I won't laugh at you when you boo-hoo-hoo coz I luv you
I can turn my back on the things you lack coz I luv you
I just like the things you do mmm,
don't you change the things you do mmm
You get me in a spot and smile the smile you got and I luv you
You make me out a clown then you put me down I still luv you
I just like the things you do mmm,
don't you change the things you do mmmm
When you bite your lip you're gonna flip your flip but I luv you
When we're miles apart you still reach my heart how I love you
I just like the things you do mmm,
don't you change the things you do mmm,
Only time can tell if we get on well coz I luv you
All that's passed us by we can only sigh hihi coz I luv you
I just like the things you do mmm,
don't you change the things you do mmm.
la la laa la la..
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7. |
Chunk Of Coal
01:42
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Hey I'm just an old chunk of coal but I'm gonna be a diamond some day
I'm gonna grow and glow till I'm so blue pure perfect
I'm gonna put a smile on everybody's face
I'm gonna kneel and pray every day last I should become vain along the way
I'm just an old chunk of coal now Lord but I'm gonna be a diamond some day
I'm gonna learn the best way to walk gonna search and find a better way to talk
I'm gonna spit and polish my old rough edged self till I get rid of every single flaw
I'm gonna be the world's best friend gonna go round shaking everybody's hand
I'm gonna be the cotton pickin' rage of the age I'm gonna be a diamond some day
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8. |
The Reach Around
02:53
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It was just last night I had her over,
For a little hot bite,
It was just last night I reached around and told her,
What I wanted
Now my car just won't start,
I'm stranded in the snow,
I gotta go to work
I gave her the reach around,
Now she's nowhere to be found,
She gone given me the run around
Now my car just won't start,
I'm stranded in the dark,
I gotta get out of here!
I gave her the reach around,
I gave her the reach around,
Now I gotta go downtown,
Gotta go all the way downtown
She must've
Broken
Something
I don't know what to do
She must've
Smoken
Something
But I don't have a clue
I gave her the reach around,
I gave her the reach around,
Now the cops are coming from miles around,
Cuz I gave her the reach around
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9. |
My Old Man's A Fatso
03:10
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Locked inside my bedroom
Looking at the pictures up on the wall
I need a little elbowroom
I need space man that ain't all
Get home first thing you know
My folks jump on my case
Get a job, take the dishes out
Put the trash back in it's place
Someday when I'm a man
I'm gonna put them in their place
'Coz my old man's a fatso
He's got a pot, baby for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house, yeah
Locked inside the classroom
Staring at the dots up on the wall
My teachers all are retards
I need out baby that ain't all
I don't care about textbooks
Or the Jews that discovered Spain
I gotta gotta gotta leave this town
I'll take the bus, I'll catch a plane
'Coz my old man's a fatso
He's got a bathtub for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But ya know he owns this... House
Yeah
Two, three, four
Cruisin' on the highway
It feels so good to see open space
I don't feel like a prisoner
I don't feel like a basket case
I turn the radio up to ten
And you know I've found my place
Yep, get a job, put the dishes out
Put the trash back in it's place
Now that I'm a man
I'm gonna put them in their place
'Coz my old man's a fatso
He's got a bathtub for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house
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10. |
Misery
03:20
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You left a tinglin' in my toes,
From those powerful hammer blows,
I can't write cuz I'm not myself,
But you're nursin' me back to health
We're living in your house,
Me and you and nobody else,
Got some friends that I might miss,
But all I can say is this,
You bitch!
You are my number one fan,
You clean out my bed pan,
Night time comes you turn out the light,
But if I leave you'll put up a fight
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:#r London, Ontario
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