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1. _ Powder Blue
Powder blue, powder blue
What can ya do, she's powder blue
Powder blue, powder blue
What can ya do, she's powder blue
I'll be true (ba baa)
My powder blue (powder blue)
It's all for you (ba baa)
It's all for you
And ya know it
Powder blue, powder blue
The seventh sun of orion with me too
Oh powder blue, how do you do?
Come walk with me now, powder blue
Powder blue (ba baa)
Powder blue (powder blue)
It's all for you (ba baa)
It's all for you
And you can feel that
Powder blue, oh powder blue
I've got this feeling, powder blue
Oh powder blue, powder blue
It's in my head for you
I'll be true (ba baa)
My powder blue (powder blue)
It's all for you (ba baa)
It's all for you
Bobby ogdin on the piano ... thanks, bobby
Mr. charlie mccoy, harmonica ... ah, charlie
Russ hicks, steel guitar...
And ladies & gentlemen, i'd like to present: mohammed ali:
"everybody stop talking now, i tell ya....i told you, all of my critics, i told you all that i was the greatest of all time...
Now just listen...i told you today, i'm still the greatest of all time...never again defeat me...never again say that i'm going to be defeated...never again bet and make me an underdog, until i'
Ut 50 years old. then you might get me. but i didn't dance, i didn't dance for a reason. i wanted to make him lose all his power, i kept tellin' he had no punch, he couldn't hit, he swang like a
Y, he's missin', let me see you box, i hadn't start dancin' yet! you can't say my legs are gone, you can't say i was tired, because what happened? i didn't dance from the second round on. i stay
The ropes. when i stay on the ropes, you think i'm doin' bad. but i want all boxers to put this in the page of boxing: staying on ropes is a beautiful thing with a heavyweight when you make him
T his best shot, and you know he's not hittin' ya. i would've gave george foreman two rounds of steady punchin', because after that he was mine."
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2. _ Pretty Girl
There's a sweater wearin', coat totin', boot footin'
Good lookin' man on town
There's a smooth-talkin', funny walkin' dude around
There's a pretty girl and she sees him walkin'
Looking him up and down
She thinks she'd like to roll and rock him
Turn his life around
There's a scum-suckin' lip pucking
Fat ol' truck drivin' man on town
There's a boot lickin' high tickin' dude around
There's a pretty girl and he sees her walkin'
Looking her up and down
He'd like for her to roll and rock him
Turn his life around
There's a sweater wearin', coat totin', boot footin'
Good lookin' man on town
There's a smooth-talkin', funny walkin' dude around
There's a pretty girl and she sees him walkin'
Looking him up and down
She thinks she'd like to roll and rock him
Turn his life around, turn his life around
Turn his life around
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3. _ Help Me Scrape The Mucus Off My Brain
I guess it's somethin' in my brain
I need whiskey to ease the pain
But it's early in the mornin'
And i'm feelin' bad again
But if you ever loved me
You'll go easy on me now
Fix me up a cup of coffee
And in a while i'll come around
I think i spent the dog-food money
But he'll love me just the same
And if you really love me baby
Help me scrape the mucus off my brain
It's a shame when morning hurts
I've seen bad and i've seen worse
It's the nature of my bein'
I took some money from your purse
N'that frenchman loves to party
And i know he's not to blame
But the way you're lookin' at me baby
I just can't help but feel the shame
I think i spent the dog-food money
But he'll love me just the same
And if you really love me baby
Help me scrape the mucus off my brain
And if you really love me baby
Help me scrape the mucus off my brain
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4. _ You Were The Fool
Slow four...one two three four...
Bless the father bless the son
Cross your heart 'cause you're the one
Collectin' moon-beams in the mornin'
Curvy sticks and wooden poles
Assistin' you in pluggin' holes
Plug them holes till you see straight through to the mind's eye
Think about it turn around
And go back to the quiet sound
Of jim and dan prancin' round the pool
You were the fool, and i feel sorry for you
You were the fool, but there's something you can do
You can wash your arm in a pool of mud
You can chop a tree prevent a flood
You can speak with a turtle just by flippin' him around
You can build a boat sail the sea
You can buy a moat forge a key
Initiate the sequence create catastrophe
Think about it turn around
And go back to the quiet sound
Of jim and dan prancin' round the pool
You were the fool, and i feel sorry for you
You were the fool, but there's something you can do
Bless the father bless the son
Cross your heart 'cause you're the one
Collectin' moon-beams in the mornin'
Curvy sticks and wooden poles
Assistin' you in pluggin' holes
Plug them holes till you see straight through to the mind's eye
Think about it turn around
And go back to the quiet sound
Of jim and dan prancin' round the pool
You were the fool, and i feel sorry for you
You were the fool, but there's something you can do
You were the fool
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5. _ Mister Richard Smoker
Biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo bow!
Mister richard smoker, you're a poopy poker
Chardonnay & cocaine in the spa
Cigarettes and coffee breath
Little boys on crystal meth
Tonight we'll tango in the street
You eat dark meat
Mister richard smoker, you're a chicken choker
Tonight you're gonna let it all hang out
Pantyhose and aqua-net
Smoking menthol cigarettes
Tonight we'll tango in the street
You eat dark meat
Biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo bow!
Smoke!
You eat dark meat
Biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo bow!
Mister richard smoker, you're an ono yoker
Cognac and black coffee with the boys
Dancin' in your buster browns
Whirlin' to the techno sounds
Your hands are wet, your hair is slick
You smoke big dick
Mister richard smoker, you're a velvet coker
Bruce and geoff will pick you up at ten
Goin' out, dancin' in the city
Friday night, gotta look pretty
Tonight we'll tango in the street
You eat dark meat
Biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo bow!
Biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo bow, yeah!
Biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo bow, smoke!
Biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo bow!
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6. _ Fluffy
Fluffy, furry buddy
Chewed his leg on the porch
Why'd you do it fluffy, on the porch?
Good dog fluffy, old friend my pal
Fluffy's got his buddy on the porch
Penny, she's my girlie, she sits here with me on the porch
Penny looks so pretty on the porch
Penny takes fluffy for a walk out on the path
Fluffy chases the other doggies on the path
But big sister penny get fluffy back on the porch
So me and fluffy and penny were on the porch
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7. _ I'm Holding You
I'm flyin' (flyin')
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
I'm seein' (seein')
The future, the past as i lay the present to waste
I'm scopin' (scopin')
All these feelings i have and hopin' for them to come true
And i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby
I'm holdin' you
I'm breathin' (breathin')
The fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxygen
I'm climbin' (climbin')
The walls to where good and evil make amends
I'm trippin', writhin' and squealin', pukin'
Looking for someone like you
And i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby
I'm holdin' you
I'm flyin' (flyin')
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase
I'm seein' (seein')
The future, the past as i lay the present to waste
I'm scopin' (scopin')
All these feelings i have and hopin' for them to come true
And i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby
I'm holdin' you
And i'm holdin' something more precious than fine ore, baby
I'm holdin' you
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8. _ Japanese Cowboy
Like a japanese cowboy or a brother on skates
Like a blizzard in georgia or a train runnin' late
I call out your name girl in the heat of the night
And nobody answers 'cause somethin' ain't right
Breakfast at shoney's at $2.99
Saved me some money and eased up my mind
I'm walkin' in circles and feelin' the pain
I'm tossin' and turnin' and cryin' in vain
Like a japanese cowboy or a brother on skates
Like a blizzard in georgia or a train runnin' late
I call out your name girl in the heat of the night
And nobody answers 'cause somethin' ain't right
Here we go
I'm ridin' at midnight and crossin' the line
From the rain in my windshield and the tears in my eyes
Now the bedroom is empty and i spent my last dime
And the lovers are leavin', i got nothin' but time,
I got you on my mind
Like a japanese cowboy or a brother on skates
Like a blizzard in georgia or a train runnin' late
I call out your name girl in the heat of the night
And nobody answers 'cause somethin' ain't right
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9. _ Piss Up A Rope
My dinner's on fire while she watches tv
And if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks
I'm breakin' my back doin' the best that i can
She's got time for the dog and none for her man
And i'm no dope, but i can't cope
So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope
You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag, i don't need the ag
On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle
And i can't cope -- piss up a rope
Uh, you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
For the last 6 months i been packin' your bag
You can wash my balls with a warm, wet rag
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
I'm sick of your mouth and your 2 percent milk
And i'm no dope, but i've lost all hope
So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope
You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'
Pack your bag, i don't need the ag
On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin'
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle
Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle
And i can't cope -- piss up a rope
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10. _ I Don't Wanna Leave You On The Farm
I don't wanna leave you on the farm
I don't wanna leave you on the farm
I don't wanna go
Oh, just so ya know
I don't wanna leave you on the farm
Days go by and i'm still high
But you know i'm thinkin' about you
Corn's turned brown, leaves fall to the ground
It's a sound that reminds me of you
I don't wanna leave you on the farm
I don't wanna leave you on the farm
I don't wanna go
Oh, just so ya know
I don't wanna leave you on the farm
No telephone to call you at home
I'm alone on the throne
Go get somethin', hey, thanks for nothin'
I'll keep truckin' and gettin' myself stoned
I don't wanna leave you on the farm
I don't wanna leave you on the farm
I don't wanna go
Oh, just so ya know
I don't wanna leave you on the farm
Days go by and i'm still high
But you know i'm thinkin' about you
Corn's turned brown, leaves fall to the ground
It's a sound that sticks like glue
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