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1. _ What's Up With That
Well how much blues do you use Before you use it up And how many fools take a chance Before they hit it lucky Tomorrow's wanna be the day It never seem to work that way What's up with that What's up with that What's up with that What's up with that Everybody want a little more Than they think they got But what you might think it is, Might really not be, baby Pick it up or leave it lay It always seem to slip away What's up with that What's up with that What's up with that What's up with that Now how high will a river get Before it overflows And how long is the hole to China It don't really know This is what it's all about There's always gonna be a doubt What's up with that What's up with that What's up with that What's up with that more free lyrics |
2. _ She's Just Killing Me
Everything about her was natural Everything about her was cool But I'm a little partial for beautiful girls Even if they blood runs blue I think I see her I think I want her I think I love her She's just killing me I think she's killing me Her castanets are enormous Her bongo beat absolute And when she doin' midnite performances She's got a secret somethin' to boot I think I see her I think I want her Oh, I think I love her But she's just killing me I think she's killing me Miss Satanic Pandemonia Don't get any lower or slower What you see is what you get conmigo And the bonus of an albino boa I think I see her I think I want her Yes, I think I love her She's just killing me She's just killing me (That's some time I had) I think I see her I know I love her Yes, I might love her She's just killing me She wanna be killing me (Suck my blood) more free lyrics |
3. _ Bang Bang
Everybody knows what it's all about Pretty thing jumpin' all around Shakin' your money-maker now Take it off and take me down Bang, bang, shang-a-lang Bang, bang, shang-a-lang Take it off She bang-bang my shang-a-lang She bang-bang my shang-a-lang Hey yeah Tear me up, baby, tear me down You got me movin' upside down Feelin' good, I'm feelin' alright Do it again, do it all night Bang, bang, shang-a-lang Bang, bang, shang-a-lang Take it off, take it off She bang-bang my shang-a-lang She bang-bang my shang-a-lang (popgun!) Hey, hey, hey... Do me once, baby do me twice Do it 'cos it feels so nice I don't care 'bout nothin' else Do me 'til my money melts Bang, bang, shang-a-lang, take it off Bang, bang, shang-a-lang, hey yeah She bang-bang my shang-a-lang She bang-bang my shang-a-lang Hey (popgun!) Hey, hey, hey... more free lyrics |
4. _ Vincent Price Blues
There's a rockin' time on the borderline Between sundown and up There's an off-the-wall cantina, man Just waitin' to tear you up The locals know that in you go And out con nalgas fried Night descends, and the fun begins Way out the other side But, I didn't say it Oh, no Vincent Price said it's alright Vincent Price said it's OK There's a very cherry charmer Oozin' groovin' grease She come in with the graveyard shift A pleasin' teasin' squeeze El jeffe [sic] holler mucho mas Get some sucker's ass inside I think you'll know you gotta go To get some satisfy But, I didn't say it Oh, no Vincent Price said it's alright Vincent Price said it's OK I've dined at Spago and Eclipse And Whataburger too I've had Mescal with lotsa gals Along 5th Avenue I always shot the best they got Dinero no problema Ain't no quarter south-the-border In this off the wall cantina But, I didn't say it Oh, no Vincent Price said it's alright VIncent Price said it's ok Vincent, Vincent Price said it's alright Vincent Price said it's OK more free lyrics |
5. _ Rhythmeen
Solid-silver beat machine Hunkin' down Funkin' up on Magazine On rhythmeen in New Orleans Drinkin' Dixie 45 with hot links In a silver Continental Wired as hell and doin' things That's what you get on rhythmeen Oh yeah, way up Oh yeah, way out Uh-huh, get on up Rhythmeen is down Rhythmeen thing Mean mean rhythmeen Can't get enough of that special sauce The backbeat's the big boss Here comes another dope fiend Tradin' up for rhythmeen Oh yeah, weird up Oh yeah, fear not Uh-huh, get on up Rhythmeen is down Leanin' on a silver Lincoln A Galaxy 500 In a Mustang might Tchoupitoulas Rhythmeen up everything more free lyrics |
6. _ Hairdresser
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame The shape my hair is in It's way too humid, today, my head, it ain't no friend If I was seen out, I'd have me arrested Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser Hairdresser, hairdresser She's hip to the latest bob, She give a good lather-job She don't stand no messin' around Gimme, gimme, gimme my hairdresser this town Hairdresser, hairdresser Conk it up, conk me baby I likes a wax, I likes a straight I don't like the kind of hair you love to hate I can dig it dread, I can dig it buzzed I can dig a 'do' that does the fuzz God, my hair it looks molested Gimme, gimme, gimme my sweet hairdresser Hairdresser, hairdresser Hairdresser, hairdresser Yo, yo, Milano more free lyrics |
7. _ Hummbucking Part 2
I found it hidin' out in the weeds Definitely feel like a king bee Sweet like jelly, bad like a truck I wanna be hummbucking on you Hummbucking, part 2 I got off, down in the bush Definitely somethin' everybody wush for Sweet like jelly, bad likes a truck I'm gonna rub hummbucking on you Hummbucking, part 2 Burkina faso, burkina faso I found it way down off in the cane Definitely know I wanna be your man Sweetroll jelly, rumblin' truck I'm gonna put a lil' hummbucking on you Hummbucking, part 2 Sugar cane I'mperial cane Domino cane Yes, I can more free lyrics |
8. _ Prettyhead
Don't send me no bag, don't send me no skag A pin-headed ho won't do Don't send me no square without some beehive hair She got to have her rhythm with blues Gotta have a prettyhead, gotta have a prettyhead Gotta have a prettyhead, I said pretty head Don't send nothin' lame, don't send nothin' tame A scatter-brained ho won't do Don't send me no skang, don't send me nothin' rang I want it hot, righteous and blue Gotta have a prettyhead, gotta have a prettyhead GOtta have a prettyhead, I said pretty head Play the guitar Drop-dead, big red, icy head, pretty pretty head Don't send me no twig, don't send nothin' big With a sideways thing-a-majig Don't send me no pro, don't send nothin' low Down and out, holdin' out ho Gotta have a prettyhead, gotta have a prettyhead Gotta have a prettyhead, said pretty, pretty head more free lyrics |
9. _ Zipper Job
He/she wanna be Body and soul just don't agree There's an answer, gotta go for a Tijuana tuck-n-roll He/she just got a zipper job A zipper job It ain't nothin', it ain't no thing It's just changin' face of yin and yang Ain't no callin' for alarm It's just a different kind of charm It's alright, on one condition Certainly before transition No one even need a clue Just pull the old switch-a-roo He/she done got a brand-new glistening zipper job Oh yes, a zipper job Flip, strip, zip, trip a talon-42 Timing is everything For kings, queens, and in-betweens It's a question of what to do 'Cos what is what and who is who? He/she just got a zipper job An everlasting zipper job more free lyrics |
10. _ Loaded
Loaded Gonna have a good time Loaded Gonna have a good, good time Don't you know that I wanna get loaded Lit Brighter than my butane I said lit Hotter than my low-down thing Take me inside-out, 'til I'm gone insane Well, oh yeah, shellac Loaded, loaded, locomotive Loaded, loaded, disembodied Let's fry Like a Paxton blower Like a Paxton twist Black Cadillac Aphrodesiac Loaded Tankin', skankin' with the rank-n-file Load me up Gettin' it good for a little while Don't you know that I wanna get loaded Yeah, put me up Loaded, loaded, locomotive Loaded, loaded, don't you just know it Harpoon, loaded, well Like Bridgette Bardot Like a French high-roller more free lyrics |
11. _ Black Fly
Black fly buzzin', buzzin' around Black fly flyin' from town to town Black fly lookin' around and around What's he gonna do when he finds her? He got the mojo workin' overtime Makin' it, layin' it on the line Chasin' his honey with a honeysuckle vine Who's so lucky and gets to kiss her? Black fly, that's right Black fly, that's right Flyin' round lookin' for a black cat bone Flyin' with John the conquerer showin' Messin' around with a honey-bee Will she kiss him or sting him, what's it gonna be? Black fly, that's right Black fly, that's right Black fly buzzin, buzzin' around Black fly flyin' from town to town Black fly zzzzz'n all around Fly gonna fly when he find her Black fly, that's right Black fly, that's right Black fly, that's right Black fly, yeah that's alright more free lyrics |
12. _ My Mind is Gone
I have to go to my parole-boy To remember just who I am One thing else I don't enjoy is Forgetting her monogram She electrifies my physical mass She really turns me on My mind is gone My mind is gone She quite simply wrecks me She just tears me apart She screws me up and skewers me She made it quite an art She guts me like a hollow-point She really turns me on My mind is gone My mind is gone Yeah, Billy I know what you mean It's the smell of the dress That made my mind a mess It's her chokin' throat Really gets my goat-tee and amen Yes, indeed She makes my head and heart bleed Been so long since I knocked some off My mind is gone My mind is gone My mind is gone My mind is gone Tell me about it more free lyrics |
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