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1. _ Something Else
Look at that
Here she comes
Here comes that girl again
One of the cutest since i don't know when
But she don't notice me when i pass
She goes with all the guys from outta my class
But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself
She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else
Look at that
'cross the street
There's a car built just for me
To own a car would be a luxury
But right now i can't afford the gas
A brand new convertible is out of my class
But that can't stop me from thinkin' to myself
That car's fine lookin', man, it's something else
Hey, look at that
Just wait and see
Worked hard and saved my dough
I buy that car and then i roll up with joe
Get me that girl and we go ridin' around
We look real sharp with the wide top down
I keep on dreamin' and thinkin' to myself
When it all comes true, man, that's something else
Hey, look at that
What's all this?
Never thought i'd do this before
But here i'm a-knockin' on her door
My car's out front and it's all mine
It's a '41 job not a '59
I got that girl and i'm thinkin' to myself
She's sure fine lookin', man, she's something else
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2. _ L'anarchie Pour Le Uk
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3. _ Great Rock
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4. _ You Need Hands
You need hands to hold someone you care for....
When you fear...nobody wants to know you
You need hands to brush away the tears....
When you hold the brand new baby
You need tender hands to guide them all the way
You need hands to thank the lord for living....
And forgiving us this day....
You need hands to show the world you're happy
And you need hands when you have to stop the bus....
But the hands that we love so dear
Are the hands that we love to hear
Are the hands that you give to us.....
Everybody holds the hands that you give to us...
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5. _ My Way
(anka-revaux-francois-thibault-arr. s. jeffes)
And now, the end is near
And so i face the final curtain
You cunt, i´m not a queer
I´ll state my case, of which i´m certain
I´ve lived a life that´s full
And each and every highway
And yet, much more than this
I did it my way
And yes, i´ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
But dig, what i have to fo
I´ll see it through with no devotion
Of that, take care and just
Be careful along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
There were times, i´m sure you knew
When there was nothing fucking else to do
But through it all, when there was doubt
I shot it up or kicked it out
I fought the just as before
And did it my way
Knocked out in bed last night
I´ve had my fill, my share of looting
And now, the tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think, i killed a cat
And may i say, oh no, not their way
But no, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a brat, what has he got
When he finds out that he cannot
Say the things he truly thinks
But only the words, not what he feels
The record shows, i´ve got no clothes
And did it my way
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6. _ Lonely Boy
I'm left in misery
The girl i love's gone across the sea
I'm all alone
I ain't got no home
Mandy was her name
Sleepin' was her game
She didn't care about me
Oh god, baby can't you see
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I need her tender touch
Oh, i need it oh so much
I can't forget
I'm so upset
I wonder where she's gone
I wonder where she went wrong
I wanna get her back to me
But i think she's tired of me
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
Every time i think of her
It brings back memories
I remember how it used to be
Oh baby, can't you see?
Oh baby, come back to me.
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy
Oh my darlin' can't you see
You're the one that means so much to me
I know i need you're tender touch
Oh i need it oh so much
I can't wait to fill your [figure it out yourself]
Oh what a ------
I can't wait to fill -- --
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7. _ Sex On 45
Hey, hey
Remember that day
In 1976
(?) london town was boring
We (??) and dance
You're only 29
You gotta lot to learn
I'm a lazy sod
I'm a lazy sd
A no feelings
A no feelings
For anybody else
Except for my self
Turn the page and it's
The scoop of the century
Dont wanna be l seven i had enough of this
This is brainwash and this is a clue
To the stars who fooled you
There's no point in asking you'll get no reply
Oh just remember a don't decide
I got no reason it's too all much
You'll always find us out to lunch, out on lunch
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Oh we're so pretty
Oh so pretty we're vacant
Ah but now and we don't care
God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential h-bomb
When there's no future
How can there be sin
We're the flowers in the dustbin
We're the poison in your human machine
We're the future for you
I am an antichrist
I am an anarchist
Don't know what i want
But i know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passerby
'cause i wanna be anarchy
In the uk
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for me
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future
No future for you
No future no future for you
(* ?????)
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8. _ Black Leather
She´s all geared up
Walking down the street
I can feel her slime
Looking down her sheet
But well you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
I said you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
It´s late at night
And i´m all alone
I can hear her boot
We´re getting near her home
But well you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
I said you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
Well scratch scratch
She´s clawing at the door
Oh no i can´t stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
You can try so high
You know you won´t get far
You will let her in
And she´ll start again
But well you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
I said you can´t refuse
And you just can´t choose
What she´s gonna do
Well scratch scratch
She´s clawing at the door
Oh no i can´t stick anymore
Crack crack
I feel so sore
I never should have asked for
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
Black leather black leather
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9. _ Belsen Was A Gas
Belsen was a gas i heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun and i wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear
Oh dear oh dear oh dear
Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess it's dead guess it's glad
So bad so bad so bad
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10. _ Friggin' In The Riggin'
it was on the good ship venus
By christ, ya shoulda seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast, a mammoth penis
The captain of this lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another
Chorus:
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The captains name was morgan
By christ, he was a gorgon
Ten times a day he'd stop and play
With his fuckin' organ
The first mate's name was cooper
By christ he was a trooper.
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor
Chorus
The second mate was andy
By christ, he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the brandy
The cabin boy was flipper
He was a fuckin' n--ger
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
Chorus
The captain's wife was mabel
To fuck she was not able
So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
Across the barroom table
The captain had a daughter
Who fell in deep sea water
And by her squeals we knew the eels
Had found 'er sexual quarters
Repeat chorus to fade
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11. _ Joother Voice
Paul(?): we'll play johnny b. goode; he'll sing through my eyes.
Other voice: (???)
Paul(?): tell john. tell him.
Johnny: what?
Paul(?): tell him. (???)
Other voice: they wanna play johnny b. goode while you sing through my eyes.
Johnny: god! awright, then.
Paul(?): ready? go!
Johnny:
If you could see... oh god, fuck off...
Ayanlouisiannayaya new orleans
Awasabadababyanalittle key
Ayainanananananana johnny b. goode
Agogogogogogo johnny b. goode
Agogo, go johnny, gogogogogo
I don't know the words!
Gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh
Ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya
Ayayayayastrah andabanayaya
I wannawannabay, yayayaya
Let's gogo, ago johnny gogogogo
Agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo
Go, johnny, go, go
Go! johnny b. goode
Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah
Oh, fuck, it's awful!
Hate songs like that!
The pits!
Eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee!
Eeyeah!
Brrrrrah!
Brrrrrayayayayay!
Uah!
'ey, i know, oi, oi, steve -- roadrunner!
Roadrunner!
Roadrun...!
Should we do roadrunner?
'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it.
Stop it; it's fuckin' awful!
Aaah! torture.
Duh ug duh duh duh duh mah eyah
I donno the words!
I donno'ow it starts; i've forgotten it!
Hold on; stop the segment. stop. stop. stop. stop.
Check out what how it starts. what's the first line?
Paul: one, two, three, four, five, six!
Johnny: alright, can you start at the beginning, then?
Paul: roadrunner, roadrunner, (???)
Johnny: i can't hear you, paul.
Paul: roadrunner, roadrunner, go...
Johnny:
Going faster miles an hour
Euhlalalalala
Awith the radio on
Aroadrunner, roadrunner
Aeuhmuh faster miles an hour
Oh, god, i don't know it...
I drove past the stop 'n' shop
And i wah by the stop 'n' shop
An' i flarala wahbah stop shop
Have the radio on
Have touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern world
Fell in love with (???)
Have the radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Felt in touch with with modern world
In love with the modern world
Alright, here we go now
Goin' twenty-eight watta power
It's all cold here in the dark
Fifty thousand watts of power
Agoin' faster miles an hour
Awith the radio on
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Oh, god, i don't know it
It's fuckin' ridiculous
Wish i had the words...
Roadrunner, roadrunner
Agoin' faster miles an hour
I felt in touch with the modern world
I fell in love with the modern world
Rockin' modern lover, modern sound, ana mosaround
Modern rockin' runner around, mosaround rockin' modern runner in touch
An' a radio on
I got radio on
A roadrunner, roadrunner
Oh yeah er ah ee ah eh uh
Do we know any other fuckin' beatles songs?
'ey? brrrrrrr!
'ey? do we know an...
'ey? do we know any other fucking songs that we can do?
Do we know any other songs that we can do? i can't think of any.
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12. _ C'mon Everybody
Well c'mon everybody and let's get together tonight
I got some money in my jeans
And i'm really gonna spend it right
Well i've been doin' my homework all week long
Now to have some fifty and my folk are gone
Ooh! c'mon everybody
Oh well, my baby's number one
But i'm gonna dance with three or four
And the house will be shakin' from the bare feet
A-stampin' on the floor
Well when you here the music, you can't still
If your brother won't rock, your sister will
Ooh! c´mon everybody
Oh well, we really haven't money
But we gotta put a guard outside
If the folks come home
I'm afraid, they're gonna have my hide
There'd be no more movies for a week or two
No more runnin' 'round with the usual crew-who cares?
C'mon everybody
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13. _ Rock'n'roll Swindle
People said we couldn't play
The called us foul-mothed yobs
But the only notes that really count
Are the ones that come in wads
They all drowned when the air turned blue
'cos we didn't give a toss
Filthy lucre, ain't nothing new
But we all get cash from the chaos
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock'n'roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
E.m.i. said you're out of hand
And they gave us the boot
But they couldn't sack us, just like that
Without giving us the loot
Thank you kindly a & m
They said we were out of bounds
But that ain't bad for two weeks work
And 75,000 pounds
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock'n'roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock'n'roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
I just wanna play with my hand
Are you good enough for me
Hiya boys i'm the choosen one
Can't you fucking see
I'm a jealous god and i want everything
And i love you with a knife
I'll take you, if you're ready for me
And i'll give you my life
The time is right to do it now
The greatest rock'n'roll swindle
The time is right to do it now
The time is right for nickey's special
The greatest rock'n'roll star
The time is right for me, now!
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14. _ Einmal War Belson Bortrefflich (belson Was A Gas)
Belson was a gas i heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun
I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held here
Oh dear
Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess it's dead guess it's glad
So bad
Belson was a gas i heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun
I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held here
Oh dear
Be a man
Kill a man
Be someone
Kill someone
Be a man
Kill yourself
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