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David Lee Roth Album


Crazy From The Heat EP (1985)
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Saturday night
At the corner cafe
I had me some drinks
And I'm feeling my way
The moon's on the rise
And it looks like
A night for romance
Shuffling down

Pass the local hotel
Doing the rounds
And I'm under a spell
Must be the place
Yes I knew
When she asked me to dance

I'm on easy, easy street
I'm on easy, easy street

Seeing as how
I'm a regular guy
Watching the girls
Of the evening go by
I got me a chance
And I'm making it
Making it last

I'm on easy, easy street
I'm on easy, easy street

So if you're feeling like
You're just some lonely man
When ever you're down
In need of gentle care
There's always easy street
You know you gotta pay
But just remember boy

It's only a one night stand
That's right
I'll probably
Make it anyway
Down that easy street
She got nasty
Say baby
What you doing tonight?

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I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the bar I'm playing
Pay for every dance, selling each romance
Ooh, what they're sayin'

There will come a day, when youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
When the end comes, I know
They was just the gigolos
Life goes on without me

I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the bar Dave's playing
Pay for every dance, selling each romance
Ooh, what they're sayin'

There will come a day when youth will pass away (Ba-luh-loom)
What will they say about me?
When the end comes, I know
They was just a gigolo
Life goes on without me

'Cause
I ain't got nobody
Nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody cares for me
I'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me?
'Cause I ain't so bad

Better love me, babe
Sad and lonesome, all of the time
Even on the beat, on the, on the, on the beat
Bop, boze-de-boze-de-bop, se-de-bop

I ain't got nobody
Nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody
Hey, say

Ain't got nobody
Woohoo, sad and lonesome
Need love
Humala bebuhla zeebuhla boobuhla
Humala bebuhla zeebuhla bop

I, I, I, ain't got nobody
Nobody, nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody
I'm so sad and lonely, sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Won't some sweet mama come and take a chance with me?
'Cause I ain't so bad

Been a lonely soul
Been lonesome all of the time
Even on the beat
Johnny, Johnny on the beat
Need a long tall darling, mama
David said he got nobody I loves
Ain't got
Nobody (Nobody), nobody (Nobody)
Nobody (Nobody), nobody (Nobody)
No one (No one), no one (No one)
Loop-de-loop (Loop-de-loop)
Darling, darling (Darling, darling)
Getting serious (Getting serious)
Got to see the walls (Got to see the walls)
Over there (Over there)
Nobody (Nobody), got no one (Got no one)
Nobody (Nobody), nobody (Nobody)
Nobody (Nobody), nobody (Nobody)
Nobody (Nobody)
Nobody cares for me

. . .


Well, East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls, with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down there

The Mid-West farmers' daughters
Really make you feel alright
And the Northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night
(I dig the girls!)

I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls

The West coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a French bikini on Hawaii island coast
By a palm tree in the sand

I been all around this great big world
And I've seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the States
Back to the cutest girls in the world
(I dig the girls!)

I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls

(Girls, girls, girls, yeah I dig the girls)
I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls, yeah I dig the girls)
I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls, yeah I dig the girls)
I wish they all could be California
(Girls, girls, girls, yeah I dig the girls)
I wish they all could be California

. . .


It's really true how nothin' matters
No mad, mad world and no mad hatters
Noone's pitchin' cause there ain't no batters
In Coconut Groove

Don't bar the door, there's no one comin'
The ocean's roar will dull the drummin'
Of any city thoughts and city ways
The ocean breezes cool my mind
The salty days are hers and mine

To do what we wanna
Tonight we'll find a dune that's ours
And softly she will speak the stars
Until sunup

It's all from havin' someone knowin'
Just which way your head is goin'
Who's always warm, like in the mornin'
In Coconut Groove

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