with Wings |
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12/07/1971 |
1. | Mumbo |
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7. | Bip Bop Line (instrumental) |
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10. | Mumbo Link (instrumental) |
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By Paul McCartney and Linda McCartney
Bip bop, bip bip bop
Bip bop, bip bip band
Dig your bottom dollar
put it in your hand
Try to hang out
underneath the stand
Put your hands together
gonna see a band
Treat me like a good boy
Treat me like a man
Take me hair and curlers
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(Smith/Baker)
Baby, love is strange
Many many people, take it for a game
My sweet baby, love is strange
Yeah Yeah
Many many people, take it for a game
Yeah Yeah
Love is strange
Love is strange
Yeah Yeah
Many many people, take it for a game
Yeah Yeah
Love is strange
Love is strange
Many people, they don't understand
They think that having love is, like having money in the hand
My sweet baby, love is strange
Many many people, seem to take it for a game
La la la la
Love is strange
La la la la
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The world "wild" applies to the words "you" and "me".
While take a walk thru an African park one day,
I saw a sign say, "The animals have the right of way".
Wild life, whatever happened to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
We're breathing a lot,
a lot of political nonsense in the air.
You're making it hard for the people who live in there.
You're moving so fast, but, baby, you know not where.
Wild life, (wild life), what's gonna happen to
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
You'd better stop, there's animals ev'rywhere,
And man is the top, an animal too,
And, man, you just got to care.
Wild life, what's gonna happen to,
Wild life, the animals in the zoo?
You're breathing a lot of polical nonsense in the air.
Wild life, (wild life), what's gonna happen to
(what's gonna happen to) (what's gonna happen to)
Wild life, (wild life), the animals in the zoo?
(what's gonna happen to) (what's gonna happen to)
Wild life, what ever happened to?
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No one else will ever see
how much faith you have in me,
Only fools would disagree that it's so,
Some people never know.
Like a fool I'm faraway,
ev'ry night I hope and pray
I'll be coming home to stay and it's so,
Some people never know.
Some people can sleep at nightime,
believing that love is a lie.
I'm only a person like you, love,
and who in the world can be right
all the right time.
I know I was wrong, make me right, right.
Only love can stand the test,
only you outshine the rest,
Only fools take the rest,
Only fools take second best, but it's so,
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You are my love, you are my song, liger on,
You are my song, I am your singer.
You are my one, you are my own melody,
You are my song, I am your singer.
Someday when we're singing
we will fly away, going winging.
Sing, singing my love song to you.
My song is sung,
when day is done harmonies willinger on,
I am your singer,
I am your singer,
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Oh, baby, don't let me down tomorrow,
Holding hands we both abandon sorrow,
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow.
Hey, baby's got a lazy day on sunday,
Here's a pound, we hang around 'til monday,
Oh, baby don't you let me down on sunday.
Bring a bag of bread and cheese and find a shady spot beneath the trees.
Catch abreath of country air and run your pretty fingers thro' my hair.
Tomorrow, when we both abandon sorrow.
Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow,
Thro' the week we beg and steal and borrow.
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow.
Honey, pray for sunny skies so I can speak to rainbows in your eyes.
Let's just hope the weather man is feeling fine and doesn't spoil our plan.
Tomorrow, when we both abandon sorrow.
Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow,
Holding hands we both abandon sorrow.
Oh, baby, don't let me down tomorrow.
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow.
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow,
baby, don't let me down tomorrow.
Oh, don't let me down,
Baby, don't let me down tomorrow.
Baby's, don't let, let me down tomorrow,
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Dear friend, what's the time?
Is this really the borderline?
Does it really mean so much to you?
Are you afraid, or is it true?
Dear friend, throw the wine,
I'm in love with a friend of mine.
Really truly, young and newly wed.
Are you a fool, or is it true?
Are you afraid, or is it true?
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by Paul McCartney
Oh woman, oh why, why, why, why
What have I done
Oh woman, oh where, where, where, where, where
Did you get that gun
Oh what have I done
What have I done
Well I met her at the bottom of a well (of a well)
Well I told here I was tryin' to break a spell (break a spell)
But I can't get by, my hands are tied
don't why I ever got her to try myself
cause I can't get by, my hands are tied
Oh woman, oh why, why, why, why
What have I done
Oh woman, oh where, where, where, where, where
Did you get that gun
Oh what have you done
Woman what have you done
Well I am fed up with you lying cheating ways (cheating ways)
But I get up every morning and every day (every day)
But I can't get by , my hands are tied
Don't why I want her to try myself
Cause I can't get by, my hands are tied
Oh woman, oh why, why, why, why
What have I done
Oh woman, oh where, where, where, where, where
Did you get that gun
Woman, what have I done
What have you done
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Mary had a little lamb,
his fleece was white as snow,
Ev'rywhere that Mary went,
that lamb was sure to go.
And you could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
He followed her to school one day,
it was against the rules,
Made the children laugh and play to
see a lamb at school.
You could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Soon the teacher turned it out,
still it lingered near,
Waited patiently about till
Mary did appear.
You could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
"But the lamb loved Mary so",
the eager children cry,
"And Mary loves the lamb, you know",
the teacher did reply.
And you could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
(Ev'ry body singing)
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I got a little woman I can really love,
My woman fit me like a little glove.
You know I'll always love
my little woman love.
I take her home most ev'ry night,
My woman love to hold me tight.
You know I feel alright
my little woman mine.
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I take her home most ev'ry night,
My woman love to hold me tight.
You know I feel alright,
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Looking like a rag doll
Mama's little girl
Singing like a skylark
Mama's little girl
Better give me some time for this heart of mine
Cause I just can't take it all in
Still I will remember
Mama's little girl
Ohhhh Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl, little girl
Looking like a rosebud
Mama's little girl
Pickin' up a mountain
Mama's little girl
Better give me some time for this heart of mine
Cause I just can't take it all in
Still we will remember
Mama's little girl
Ohhhh Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl
Looking like a rag doll
Singing like a skylark
Growing like a rosebud
Pickin' up a mountain
Mama's little girl
Mama's little girl
Better give me some time for this heart of mine
Cause I just can't take it all in
Still I will remember
Mama's little girl
Still we will remember
Mama's little girl
Still we will remember
Mama's little girl
Ohhhh Mama's little girl, little girl
Mama's little girl, little girl
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Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Great Britain You Are Tremendous
And Nobody Knows Like Me
But Really What Are You Doin'
In The Land Across The Sea
Tell Me How Would You Like It
If On Your Way To Work
You Were Stopped By Irish Soldiers
Would You Lie Down Do Nothing
Would You Give In, or Go Berserk
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Great Britain And All The People
Say That All People Must Be Free
Meanwhile Back In Ireland
There's A Man Who Looks Like Me
And He Dreams Of God And Country
And He's Feeling Really Bad
And He's Sitting In A Prison
Should He Lie Down Do Nothing
Should Give In Or Go Mad
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Make Ireland Irish Today
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
Don't Make Them Have To Take It Away
Give Ireland Back To The Irish
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