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There's no stoppin' the cretins from hoppin'
You gotta keep it beatin' for all the hoppin' cretins
Cretin! Cretin!
I'm gonna go for a whirl with my cretin girl
My feet won't stop doing the cretin hop
Cretin! Cretin!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
Cretins wanna hop some more
4 - 5 - 6 - 7
All good cretins go to heaven
There's no stoppin' the cretins from hoppin'
You gotta keep it beatin' for all the hoppin' cretins
Cretin! Cretin!
I'm gonna go for a whirl with my cretin girl
My feet won't stop doing the cretin hop
Cretin! Cretin!
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
Cretins wanna hop some more
4 - 5 - 6 - 7
All good cretins go to heaven
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Chewin' out a rhythm on my bubble gum
The sun is out and I want some
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Up on the roof, out on the street
Down in the playground, the hot concrete
Bus ride is too slow
They blast out the disco on the radio
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway beach
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway beach
Chewin' out a rhythm on my bubble gum
The sun is out and I want some
It's not hard, not far to reach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Up on the roof, out on the street
Down in the playground, the hot concrete
Bus ride is too slow
They blast out the disco on the radio
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
Rock, rock, Rockaway Beach
We can hitch a ride
To Rockaway Beach
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Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I love you
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I love you
I do, I do
But I told her why we just can't make it
I want you still but just can't take it
The time has come we oughta break it
Someone has to pay the price
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
It's over
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
It's true, it's true
And I think of times we were together
As time went on it seemed forever
But times have changed
Now things are better
Someone had to pay the price
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Lovely lovely locket love
You could use a little of
Hang a chain around you
You're hangin' too
Hang on a little bit longer
Hang on you're a goner
Lovely lovely locket love
Cause a picture never does
Try to expose you
For what you put me through
Hang on a little bit longer
Hang on you're a goner
Never never can tell
How hard you fell
Lovely lovely locket 'cause
The best poison of
Lovely lovely locket love
You got a pocket of
Lovely little tricks you do
Now I'm hangin' too
Hang on a little bit longer
Hang on you're a goner
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I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About this world
I don't care
About that girl
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About these words
I don't care
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Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfboards
And they're going to the Discotheque Au Go Go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now.
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now.
She's a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker.
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now
They got their surfboards
And they're going to the Discotheque Au Go Go
But she just couldn't stay
She had to break away
Well New York City really has it all
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now.
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker
Sheena is a punk rocker now.
She's a punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker
Punk punk, a punk rocker.
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We're a happy family
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
Me, Mom and Daddy
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
Me, Mom and Daddy
Sitting here in Queens
Eating refried beans
We're in all the magazines
Gulpin' down thorazines
We ain't got no friends
Our troubles never end
No Christmas cards to send
Daddy likes men
Daddy's telling lies
Baby's eating flies
Mommy's on pills
Baby's got the chills
I'm friends with the President
I'm friends with the Pope
We're all making a fortune
Selling Daddy's dope
Sitting here in Queens
Eating refried beans
We're in all the magazines
Gulpin' down thorazines
We ain't got no friends
Our troubles never end
No Christmas cards to send
Daddy likes men
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
Me, Mom and Daddy
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
We're a happy family
Me, Mom and Daddy
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Lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy, lobotomy!
DDT did a job on me
Now I am a real sickie
Guess I'll have to break the news
That I got no mind to lose
All the girls are in love with me
I'm a teenage lobotomy
Slugs and snails are after me
DDT keeps me happy
Now I guess I'll have to tell 'em
That I got no cerebellum
Gonna get my Ph.D.
I'm a teenage lobotomy
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Do you wanna dance and hold my hand?
Tell me baby I'm your lover man
Oh baby, do you wanna dance?
Well do you wanna dance under the moonlight?
Squeeze me baby all through the night
Oh baby, do you wanna dance?
Do you do you do you do you wanna dance? X3
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Yeah, I wanna be well
I wanna be well
I wanna be
I want I want I want
I want I want I want
Yeah, I wanna be well
I wanna be well
I wanna be
I want I want I want
I want I want I want my
LSD
Golly gee
DDT
Wowee!
Daddy's broke
Holy smoke
My future's bleak
Ain't it neat?
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You better know what you want you know how little I got
I can't give you anything I can't give you anything I can't give you anything
You better know what you want you know how little I got
I can't give you anything I can't give you anything I can't give you anything
You think I'm real cute but who's gonna bring home the loot?
Make up your mind about hope you don't doubt, that
I can't give you anything I can't give you anything I can't give you anything
You better know what you want You know how little I got
I can't give you anything I can't give you anything I can't give you anything
You think I'm real cute but who's gonna bring home the loot?
Make up your mind about hope you don't doubt, that
I can't give you anything I can't give you anything I can't give you anything
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Hey Johnny, hey Dee Dee
Little Tom and Joey
You know we're comin' over
Sweet sweet little Ramona
You're getting better and better
It's getting easier than ever
Hey you kids in the crowd
You know you like it when the music's loud.
Sweet sweet little Ramona
She always wants to come over
Sweet sweet little Ramona
I think I'll try and phone her
I let her in if you're wondering why
Cause she's a spy for the BBI
I let her in and I started to cry
And then I knew I wanted to die
Oooh, little Ramona
Oooh, little Ramona
Oooh, little Ramona
Oooh
Sweet sweet little Ramona
She always wants to come over
Sweet sweet little Ramona
I think I'll try and phone her
I let her in if you're wondering why
Cause she's a spy for the BBI
I let her in and I started to cry
And then I knew I wanted to die
Oooh, little Ramona
Oooh, little Ramona
Oooh, little Ramona
Oooh
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Well everybody's heard about the bird
Bird is the word
Don't you know about the bird well everybody knows that the bird is a word
Bird is the word
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Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Last time I saw her alive
She was wavin', wavin' bye-bye
She was contemplating suicide
Now she's lying
In a bottle of formaldehyde
And oh, I just don't know
Why I can't let her go
Oh, I just don't know
Hey, hey, hey
Why is it always this way?
Last time I saw her alive
She was going to the wash and dry
She was outside hitchin' a ride
Now she's lying
In a bottle of formaldehyde
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