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There's a new dance that's going around
When the hits start flying, you gotta get down
All the young people dance 'round the square
That old time groove is really nowhere
So when you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Don't know what you're waiting for
A dance to the tune of economic decline
Is when you do the bottom line
Nagging questions always remain
Why did it happen, and who was to blame?
So when you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Don't know what you're waiting for
They've been doing it down at the zoo
And I can show you, here's what to do
All of the States and over UK
Even the Soviets are swinging away
So when you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Anything you want is yours
The road ahead's clear as a motorway
Give us this day our daily breads and send us on our way
Perchance to dream or take a holiday
Romeo, oh, Romeo
You gotta have your say
When you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Don't know what you're waiting for
When you reach the bottom line
The only thing to do is climb
Pick yourself up off the floor
Anything you want is yours
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Why don't you play the tune now?
I don't like music.
Come on you little geezer.
You'll look funny when you're fifty.
Somebody I never met
But in a way I know
Didn't think that you could get
So much from a picture show
Man dies first reel
People ask what's the deal?
This ain't how it's supposed to be
Don't like no aborigine
Took a trip in Powis Square
Pop star dyed his hair
No fans to scream and shout
When mobsters came to flush him out
Gangland slaying underground
New identity must be found
On the left bank for a while
Insanity Bohemian style
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Met a dwarf that was no good
Dressed like little Red Riding Hood
Bad habit taking life
Calling card a six inch knife
Ran off really fast
Mumbled something 'bout the past
Best sex I've ever seen
As if each moment was the last
Drops of blood, colour slide
Funeral for his bride
But it's him who's really dead
Gets to take the funeral ride
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
You know, I don't think I'm gonna let you stay in the film business.
I like a bit of a cavort.
I don't answer solicitor's letters.
I apply a bit of pressure.
Space guy fell from the sky
Scratched my head and wondered why
Time slides into time
Across international dateline
Scientist eats bubblegum
Hall of fame, baseball
Senators a Hoodlum
Big chiefs in the hall
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Stray thoughts fear to tread
Placed upon the screen instead
She's my flame too hot to hold
Had to settle for her cold
Bloodlust, Greek God, Gold discovery
Gone bust, tight wad, slow recovery
Axe job, flame thrower, iron bar and gun
Betting shop - New owner - A walk in the sun
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Spread the news the Maestro's back
With a beat-box soundtrack
The King of brains - Queen of the sack'
Executives have heart attack
It's assault course celluloid
The money makers would avoid
Sometimes notions get reversed
Centre of the universe
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Who do you think you are? The Lone Ranger?
You're Jack the Lad!
(more)
Ritual ideas relativity
Only buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Ritual ideas relativity
All these buildings, no people prophecy
Time slide, place to hide, nudge reality
Foresight, minds wide, magic imagery
Oh, ho
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Get three coffins ready.
Huh? Ah!
Covered wagon, Medicine Show
Take you to a place where the healing flows, oh-ho
Weak in spirit we got the juice
Won't save your soul it`ll shine your shoes, oh
Treated king to kangaroo
Santa Fe to Timbuktu, oh-ho
Don`t be fooled by imitation
This is the stuff that cured a nation
We took the tube and the high plains too
Never stopped long just passing through
A drop of the laughter of the maids of France
Makes a hopeless cripple dance, oh
It was really vile weather
When we got tarred and feathered
You could hear the six-guns sound
As they chased us out of town
Whoa-ho...
In India we're all the rave
Discovered that it's great as aftershave, oh-ho
Dropped in the sea just off Japan
Swapped twenty bottles for an aqua-walkman, oh
Immunity from ridicule
Improves your brains if you`re a fool, oh-ho
And I read in the Middle East
Traded some for a hostage release
Now if you`re bald it`ll give you hair
If you've got straight trousers it`ll give you flares
Feeling up you`ll get depressed
Out of style here`s a brand new dress, oh
It was really vile weather
When we got tarred and feathered
You could hear the six-guns sound
As they chased us out of town
Who the hell is that? One bastard goes in, another one comes out!
Turn him around! Turn around!
Turn him around! Turn around!
(Laughing)
I'm innocent of anything!
You making some kind of joke?
Oh, no.
(Laughing)
I don't think it's nice, you laughing.
The stuff we sell is just the best
Passing all consumer tests, oh-ho
Days of heaven, nights of sin
Voodoo stick and shark's fin
When all around you seems like hell
Just one sip will make you well, oh-ho
Multi-purpose in a jar
If you ain`t ill it`ll fix your car
In days of yore for all bad feelings
Washing socks and stripping ceilings
Nowadays it's used medicinally
For all known human malady, oh
It was really vile weather
When we got tarred and feathered
You could hear the six-guns sound
As they chased us out of town
Whoa-ho...
Wanted in fourteen counties of this state, the condemned is found guilty of the crimes of murder, armed robbery of citizens, state banks, and post offices, the theft of sacred objects, arson in a state prison, perjury, bigamy, deserting his wife and children, inciting prostitution, kidnapping, extortion, receiving stolen goods, selling stolen goods, passing counterfeit money, and contrary to the laws of this state, the condemned is guilty of using marked cards and loaded dice. Therefore, according to the power invested in us, we sentence the accused here before us, Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez...
...known as the Rat...
...and any other aliases he might have, to hang by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on his soul. Proceed.
Duck, you sucker!
(Gunfire)
I don't have to show you any stinkin' badges!
(Gunfire & yelling)
(Laughing to fade)
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"Sit tight and listen keenly while I`ll play for you a brand new musical biscuit"
There`s been a brainwave at the radio station
Old idea from the woodstock generation
Calling all the kids from across the nation
In some it brings out love in others termination
Love and unity
Don`t worry bout the power we got a generator
And publicity
Batteries for rent you can pay us later
Get your digital watches in synchronization
Producer of the shows got a selfish motivation
It`s the place to be and we got a location
Another gold disc for an album compilation
Bring the family
Everybodys` welcome there will be no discrimination
Take a tip from me
In case there`s a problem bring identification
C`mon every beatbox in the place to be
C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee
C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how
C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now
Party right now!
Watch me
I got it
Watch me
So the holy smokes are coming we got a confirmation
Centre of the city been a major transformation
Gandhi got a shock and he took a vacation
Check the wild life it`s a real fascination
Hope they stay in line
Raiders PossᨠBritish born but still they`re Jamaican
Dailing 999
Salt `n pepper people stirred not shaken
C`mon every beatbox in the place to be
C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee
C`mon every beatbox let`s party and how
C`mon every beatbox let`s party right now
Party right now!
"Hold it right there"
"The white man left me nothing out here but the underworld
and that`s were I dance, where do you dance?"
The knights of Saint George dressed for aggrovation
Heard about the party and they sent a delegation
The bulldog crew don`t need no provocation
Got a strange idea about the country`s liberation
B.A.D. and little Sipho
Help keep the peace don`t need no lawbreaker
No one can stop the show
The promotor didn`t book no undertaker
C`mon every beatbox in the place to be
C`mon every beatbox we got a ramellzee
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"Good Morning Sodom and Gomorra
Good Morning Sinners
No that wasn't your radio set on the bleep again"
Sodom and Gomorra
Let the DJ play
'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today
Lotta rockheads on the block
Dougie died and Sue got frocked
If the stove is hot then I ain't lost
And Rosa says my star is crossed
Little Jamie writes V. Thirteen
Comes in by the door goes out by screen
He don't listen to me he knows everything
Girls on the avenue ask me to sing
Sodom and Gomorra
Let the DJ play
'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today
The paper drags and folds me down
Like a paper cup I fly around
I've been eating food that ain't been checked
And the Russian rain is beating down my neck
Screen blackout on the southern war
Cue talk breakdown on point forty four
There must be a place the preacher say "I guess"
But a drifter will tell you no place is best
Shout for all the people who have nothing to say
'Cos were only gone tomorrow and here today
Was a one off dirt jam when England came good
One night in a thousand they've played knock on wood
We used to go roamin' go roamin' around
When you don't look for something it's sure to be found
Sodom and Gomorra
Let the DJ play
'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today
Shout for all the people who have nothing to say
'Cos were only gone tomorrow and here today
Sodom and Gomorra
Let the DJ play
'Cos I'm only gone tomorrow and here today
Yes I'm only gone tomorrow and here today
"Sodom and Gomorra this is London gov."
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Here we buy some old English wreck
And we start it up for the girls to check
Its mugs night out at the old palais
And the girl wants a ride on a saturday
Its time for the hour for the drunks to shout
As the barman shoves the people out
The red light says come on down
And streetfights breakout all over town
It`s an English custom it`s ceremony
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!
I `ve been in Pentonville I`ve been in Battersea
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!
We got plenty of sixties slums
They said she jumped from floor twenty one
It`s empty now but it blocks out the sun
Used to be the shape of things to come
The children runnin`raggedy breaking the glass
Smashing the lights in the underpass
Gonna need no flag when they`re seventeen
For waiting at someone who looks like the Queen
I`ve been in Chinatown I`ve been in Embassy
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!
Casino Dino and Roulette Len
All know my name and back again
This alley runs to the farm on the hill
Where the nights are wild and the petrol spill
Firestone Freddy and Molotov Jack
Their shadow goes but it soon come back
Striking sparks in floods of oil
No name no flag for mother soil
You can guarantee she`ll burn tonight
`Cos England keeps the household white
You know it ain`t safe it`s way too early or late
The Mets` gonna getcha down in Bishopsgate
I ain`t at number 10 I`m at number twenty three B
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!
Take all the bed box people and the opera lights
London town is ours tonight
Well it`s over to you and bye from me
I`m your guide for the ride Sightsee M.C!
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Move my feet
And touch my sole
Bass sound drum beat
Rock`and roll
Just play that music
I don`t care what key it`s in
Where it`s come from
Where it`s been
Just play that music
I don`t need to see your face
I don`t need no autographs
I can`t play your interviews
Can`t hear your photographs
You don`t need to be profound
In fact don`t speak
Just play that sound
Just play that music
I`ll turn on my radio
If you`ve got a great live show
Just play that music
If it`s hitting make it stick
Do your job just play music
Critics mags and interviews
Who cares about bad reviews
Does it have to be so tame
Do I have to twist and shout
Do we have to play this game
Or be down and out
It don`t have to look the same
I keep trying to tell `em
It don`t have to all sound lame
I sing the song you sell `em
If it`s hitting make it stick
Do your job just play music
If you need an ear to lend
I`ve got the cash to spend
Move my feet
And touch my sole
Bass sound drum beat
Rock and roll
Just play that music
I don`t care what key it`s in
Where it`s come from
Where it`s been
Just play that music
Does it have to be so tame
Do I have to twist and shout
Do we have to play this game
Or be down and out
It don`t have to look the same
I keep trying to tell `em
It don`t have to all sound lame
I sing the song you sell `em
Does it have to be so tame
Do I have to twist and shout
Do we have to play this game
Or be down and out
It don`t have to look the same
I keep trying to tell `em
It don`t have to all sound lame
I sing the song you sell `em
Just play that music!
Just play that music
I won`t refuse it
I`d like to tell ya
Just play that music!
Stay on that feeling
Don`t you loose it
Stay on the stageing
Just play that music!
Don`t you loose it
Just play that music!
Some like theYankee sound
Just play that music!
Sometimes from London town
Just play that music!
I`ve seen the that alley ground
Just play that music!
Sometimes from London town
Just play that music!
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Everythings not always great
Sometimes it`s just fine
No one gets ten out of ten
Lucky if it`s nine
No I ain`t the greatest
Sure there`s imperfections
And if you gave me a test
Might not pass the inspection
Everythings not always great
Sometimes it`s just fine
I ain`t with the 100 crowd
I`m with the 99
Nobody is perfect
Of this I am sure
I looked into the mirror
And I saw the floor
You can draw your own conclusion
But I`ll tell you mine
I ain`t with the 100 crowd
I`m with the 99
Nobody is perfect
That ain`t no jive
No one gets ten out of ten
You gotta strive for five
I won`t say that I`m the best
That you ever had
But the bit that has been good
Sure outweights the bad
Nobody is perfect
Tell you I don`t mind
If you ain`t in the 100 crowd
Join the 99
Got me some ambition
Just like all the rest
And I got a mission
But I`d settle for less
You can draw your own conclusion
But I`ll tell you mine
I ain`t with the 100 crowd
I`m with the 99
I ain`t with the 100 crowd
I`m with the 99
Hey hey now
Everythings not always great
Everythings not always great
Sometimes it`s just fine
Sometimes it`s just fine
No one gets ten out of ten
Lucky if it`s nine
Everythings not always great
Everythings not always great
Sometimes it`s just fine
Sometimes it`s just fine
No one gets ten out of ten
Lucky if it`s nine
Hey hey now
Everythings not always great
Everythings not always great
Sometimes it`s just fine
Sometimes it`s just fine
No one gets ten out of ten
Lucky if it`s nine
Everythings not always great
Everythings not always great
Sometimes it`s just fine
Sometimes it`s just fine
No one gets ten out of ten
Lucky if it`s nine
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Feelings fly around
Around up in the air
Bouncing off the walls
Getting under my hair
On the carpet in the weave
Up in trees on the leaves
Feelings flying everywhere
I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today
Feelings flying around
Around up in the air
Out in the hall
And sitting in my chair
I've seen them on the train
Coming down with the rain
Feelings flying everywhere
I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today
Feelings flying around
Around up in the air
Some are really small
They come from over there
Hard to ignore
I see them all the more
Feelings flying everywhere
I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today
I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today
I'm on the right track
For what I want to say
I got to get it out
There ain't no other way
To make contact
There ain't no getting away
From how I feel today
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If I knew what I wanted, I just don't have the time
I wanna ride my motorcycle into the sunshine
My TV's laughin', making me feel small
Like I'm sad in a cell, all I see is these walls
And I never wanna see another shopping mall
Oh free to be what I will
Oh free, I'll keep it up 'till I'm free or I won't have nothing at all
This is my life, believing it, I will pay
But why should I care about all that today?
I need a head start and I don't wanna stall
Gonna take a bulldozer to break down the walls
And I never wanna see another shopping mall
Oh free to be what I will
Oh Free, I'll keep it up 'till I'm free or I won't have nothing at all
Once we get out off the eighties, the nineties are gonna make the sixties look like the fifties
Oh free to be what I will
Oh free, I'll keep it up 'till I'm free or I won't have nothing at all
Oh free to be what I will
Oh free, I'll keep it up 'till I'm free or I won't have nothing at all
WOW, I didn't have a rush like that since the Burgly riots
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If I had my time again
I would do it all the same
And not change a single thing
Even when I was to blame
For the heartache and the pain
That I caused throughout my years
How I'd love to be your man
Through the laughter and the tears
Situation no win
Rush for a change of atmosphere
I can't go on so I give in
Gotta get myself right outta here
Now I'm fully grown
And I know where it's at
Somehow I stayed thin
While the other guys got fat
All the chances that I've blown
And the times that I've been down
I didn't get too high
Kept my feet on the ground
Situation no win
Rush for a change of atmosphere
I can't go on so I give in
Gotta get myself right outta here
(Man)
Yes, yes, delightful, delightful
Rush for a change of atmosphere
(man again)
Mmm, I wish I could sing like that. Not everything's singing, you know
The only important thing these days is rhythm and melody, rhythm and melody
And of all my friends
You've been the best to me
Soon will be the day
When I repay you handsomely
Broken hearts are hard to mend
I know, I've had my share
But life just carries on
Even when I'm not there
Situation no win
Rush for a change of atmosphere
I can't go on so I give in
Gotta get myself right outta here
Situation no win
Rush for a change of atmosphere
I can't go on so I give in
Gotta get myself right outta here
Gotta get myself right
Gotta get myself right
Gotta get myself right outta here
Gotta get myself right
Gotta get myself right
Gotta get myself right outta here
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Break it on down
Bless you
Bless you
Oh bless you
Bless you
Where are you going
My beautiful friend
Is this the road that
We take til the end
And if we break down
Are we left behind
Is this the highway
Of all mankind
Axis spins so round and round we go
Where we're goin no one really knows
Here we here we here we here we go
Feel the fire way down below
CHORUS:
Come on and dim the lights
(It's party time)
Switch on the strobe
(Do what you like)
We gonna have a ball tonight
(Let's have a ball)
Down at the Globe
(Time to look at ?)
Come on dim the lights
(Here we here we here we go again)
Switch on the strobe
(Lookin right ?)
Gonna have a ball tonight
(All I see is ?)
Down at the Globe
Get up and clean your teeth and have a shave
It's 1am let's go out to a rave
One more in before we hit that grave
It's hotter than a microwave wave
Chorus
Where is the failure
Not in this land
But still you try to
Get what you can
You know that it's bad but
If you insist
Here's one more chance now
That you just missed
Chorus (x3)
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The right hemisphere controls and governs creativity
(The right hemisphere controls and governs creativity)
The right hemisphere controls and governs creativity
Watch this for me, it's in the morning hanging around
We got to get down; rock it up from this shaky ground
Come on and smell out your hardy party, move everywhere
Let's see you people laughing, people punching out in the air
Looking for a song?
About 3.30 long
A song that I can sing
It don't need no complicated theme
The melody will verberate
About these secret pains
Something has got a ring
It don't need no complicated theme, complicated theme
It ain't as easy as it looks
Coming up with all those hooks
Remember that it has to swing
It don't need no complicated theme
And do you feel that what you play
Well if you do then that's OK
Maybe add a little swing
It don't need no complicated theme, complicated theme
General quarters, general quarters, all hand man your battle stations
We're going over this bridge
A bust, like we always do
Somewhere at about the middle of the last after chorus two
Here we got the drums bass and guitars and a DJ too
And we're coming to a town near you
Looking for a song?
Here comes a bebop a? The sound is all coming to ya
I'm gonna get ya
I'm gonna teach ya
I'm gonna get this beat to get ya
Get down to big time and loose your lack of
Come on and and jump and
Fuck that give all your best
Looking for a song?
About 3.30 long
A song that I can sing
It don't need no complicated theme
The melody will verberate
About these secret pains
Something has got a ring
It don't need no complicated theme, complicated theme
It ain't as easy as it looks (It ain't as easy as it looks)
Coming up with all those hooks (Coming up with all those hooks)
Remember that it has to swing (Remember that it has to swing)
It don't need no complicated theme
And do you feel that what you play (And do you feel that what you play)
Well if you do then that's OK (Well if you do then that's OK)
Maybe add a little swing (Maybe add a little swing)
It don't need no complicated theme, complicated theme
It don't need no complicated theme (?)
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I saw Elvis washing clothes in the launderette by the grove
Washing powder on his nose, down the Harrow Road
He was talkin' bout a song
Had it all but got it wrong
Now he wants to join the band and play along
There's so many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road
There's this bloke who thinks he's handy
Selling globes and home made brandy
He comes all the way from Bendy down to Harrow Road
You see over the cemetery wall from the bridge, about to fall
Don't let them work in over night
Their men will finish it off
There's so many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road
Now here comes your brand new sensation
So all you DUBBLE U's get to your battle stations
So nobody try to put I on probation
'Cause this one is coming to all the nation. Do it
So many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road
(Run a combi with a heavy, heavy load)
So many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road
(Come down to Harrow Road, come with me to back in time)
So many stories being told, down Harrow Road
Since you were young until your old, down Harrow Road
Down the Harrow Road (?)
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One, two, three, four
Mummy was a hostess, daddy was a drunk
'Cos they didn't love me then, I turned out a punk
An ex house full of memories, memories and junk
Never had a childhood, I turned out a punk
Better learn how to play guitar with a plink and a plunk
I didn't like jazz, I didn't like funk
I turned out a punk
I turned out a punk
Slowly started slipping down 'till my ship was sunk
Going nowhere in my life, I turned out a punk
Didn't care 'bout anyone, sat 'round smoking skunk
Didn't know what I had done, I turned out a punk
Better learn how to play guitar with a plink and a plunk
I didn't like jazz, I didn't like funk
I turned out a punk
I turned out a punk
Better learn how to play guitar with a plink and a plunk
I didn't like jazz, I didn't like funk
I turned out a punk
I turned out a punk
Woke in the afternoon with a mouth full of gunk
Blob out with my video, I turned out a punk
Took my disabilities, packed them in a trunk
Rock 'n' roll's alright by me, I turned out a punk
Better learn how to play guitar with a plink and a plunk
I didn't like jazz, I didn't like funk
I turned out a punk
I turned out a punk
I turned out a punk
I turned out a punk
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