Third World Democracy
that little brown boy which picks
your tennis ball
has grown up to become the
court judge of the town
that son of the dried fish vendor
who always borrowed money from your mama
and didn't pay
has become the undersecretary of Finance
that littly sissy who plays well
the rock-a-bye-baby game in school
has become the brigidaire general of the
4th infantry division of this island
that woman who always goes to church
everyday and cross-stitches the whole day
in their house
has become a spinster
and every night she goes surfing in the internet
at the facebook or friendster
still dreaming about the white man
his prince charming to take her away
from this
malfunctioning democracy
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bahama Mama
Bahama, bahama mama
Got the biggest house in town bahama mama
Bahama, bahama mama
But her troubles getting down bahama mama
She has six daughters
And not one of them is married yet
And shes looking high and low
And none of them plays ever hard to get
So if youre lonesome go there go
Bahama, bahama mama
You should all be looking for bahama mama
Bahama, bahama mama
And Im sure you will adore bahama mama
Bahama, bahama mama
Got the biggest house in town bahama mama
Bahama, bahama mama
But her troubles getting down bahama mama
Youll meet her daughters
They ll be treatin you to honeycake
Theyll be sweet and nice to you
And maybe there is one youd like to take
Well then youll know just what to do
Bahama, bahama mama
She is really in a fix bahama mama
Bahama, bahama mama
Being stuck with all them six bahama mama
Whats the matter with men today
Six beautiful roses
And nobody to pluck them
Its a crying shame
Bahama, bahama mama
Got the biggest house in town bahama mama
Bahama, bahama mama
But her troubles getting down bahama mama
The thing is each of them looks
Like a gorgeous moviequeen
Every one a perfect find
And if a man refused that temptin scene
He simply cant make up his mind
Bahama, bahama mama
Got the biggest house in town bahama mama
Bahama, bahama mama
But her troubles getting down bahama mama
song performed by by Boney M.
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I Could Have Enjoyed A Very Nice Conversation Out There At The Mall
i can make choices
like i am thrown in an ocean of choices
everyday as i decide for myself
what to do really
i could have gone to the mall
shopping or just enjoying the walk there
seeing lots of people and meeting them
and knowing their names and
having fun with them
or get a date with someone else
have sex at the motel or have a ride
somewhere in the countryside where no one
knows me
i could have done all these but i am so foolish
for instead here i am writing this low key poetry
wanting to figure out what do i really want in my life
i can figure it out someday
and i will figure it out now as i have been doing
this thing everyday
every hour: i just love this stuff writing for nobody
(but you may read if you want
blogging for no one and surfing for more words
and idioms and looking for that part where i become
an idiot or the everyday moron on the screen
at You-tube or facebook or friendster)
well i guess, this is it:
just trying to be nobody but a writer like you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Got To Know The Woman
I just met a woman on my way home
She just blew my mind
My heart was a-pumpin
I mean all the way home
Got to know the woman
Whoa I got to know the woman
I love the way you move
You make-a make me feel like a man
(you know you make me make me feel like a man)
Love the way youre lookin
You look like you like it, too
(you know you look like you like it, too)
Got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
Got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
Ooooooooooo
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
If you feel the feel I feel
Haha you dig the feel of me
(you know you look like you dig feelin me)
Love the way you feel dear
Ah, you make a make a man out of me
(you make you make a man out of me)
Come on
Come on come on and do the chicken
I mean ah ha ha ha ha ha
Baby, Im gonna tell you somethin right now
You got so much soul you blow my mind
Oh baby
Theres just one thing I want to say
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
Ooooooooooo
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(oh yeah! yeah!)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Rip It Up/ready Teddy
Well, it's saturday night and i just got paid,
Fool about my money, don't try to save.
My heart says, "go! go! have a time!"
'cause it's saturday night and, baby, i feel fine.
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
I got me a date and i won't be late,
Picked her up in my eighty-eight.
Shag on down to the union hall,
When the joint starts jumpin', i'll have a ball.
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
Whoa!
Well, ready, set, go man, go,
I got a girl that i love so.
And i'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready, ready, ted to rock and roll.
Goin' to the corner, pick up my sweetie pie,
She's a rock and roll baby, she's the apple of my eye.
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready, ready, ted to rock and roll.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Rip It Up/ready Teddy
Well, it's saturday night and i just got paid,
Fool about my money, don't try to save.
My heart says, "go! go! have a time!"
'cause it's saturday night and, baby, i feel fine.
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
I got me a date and i won't be late,
Picked her up in my eighty-eight.
Shag on down to the union hall,
When the joint starts jumpin', i'll have a ball.
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
Whoa!
Well, ready, set, go man, go,
I got a girl that i love so.
And i'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready, ready, ted to rock and roll.
Goin' to the corner, pick up my sweetie pie,
She's a rock and roll baby, she's the apple of my eye.
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready,
Ready, ready, ted,
I'm ready, ready, ted to rock and roll.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Psycho
Can mary fry some fish, mama
Im as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, mama
You could stop the baby cryin
cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night mama
She was at the dance at millers store
She was with that jackie white mama
I killed them both
And theyre buried under jacobs sycamore
You think Im psycho dont you mama
I didnt mean to break your cup
You think Im psycho dont you mama
You better let em lock me up
Oh, dont hand me johnnys pup mama
As I might squeeze him too tight
Im havin crazy dreams again mama
So let me tell you bout last night
I woke up in johnnys room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think Im psycho dont you mama
I just killed johnnys pup
You think Im psycho dont you mama
Youd better let em lock me up
Oh you recall that little girl mama
I believe her name was betty clark
Oh dont tell me that shes dead mama
cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench mama
Then my mind just walked away
You think Im psycho dont you mama
I didnt mean to break your cup
You think Im psycho dont you mama
Mama why dont you get up?
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Kitana My Daughter’s Cat
Kitana my daughter’s tomcat
Goes to school to practise to play
His new-tamed paws will march in a house
Rather than mow down a mouse
All day long he will twist his tongue
To chitchat with the Queen’s blue tongue
The rats and mice will sway their tails
With Kitana so hot on their trail
The teacher once voted a verse
But Kitana reversed for a dash
In a window had sat a rat
An offence to my daughter’s cat
He went for the hind of his find
The kind that satisfied his mind
He had gone to school on a fast
But now had a find for breakfast
Kitana Kitana they yelled
As children and teacher beheld
A bully had come to their school
And had no regard for the rules
Kitana was thrown out of school
For conduct that questioned the rules
So he went to court with his tail
To win back his name from their tale
The lady judge sat on dried rat
With table well made from dried fish
Vermin skin veiled all the windows
For fear of the street in shadows
Kitana your case you may state
The judge in her seat did dictate
Kitana licked his paws from the dock
In a bid to defend his frock
Kitana spoke in Queen’s blue tongue
Though hungry he stood there for long
He told of the degradation
The teacher had made his portion
The judge adjourned for five minutes
In which time her table diminished
Kitana with table in mouth
Disappeared from court without doubt
He never returned to the school
He never returned to be ruled
The judge so surprised did not fight
With case and table out of sight
Kitana was no more in sight
Not in school nor on dock nor on site
But Police dogged him with their dog
That never returned from the dream
poem by Moses Kainwo
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Hit Me With A Rock
When I was a little boy
(when I was just a boy)
And my mother would call my name
(when I was just a boy)
Shed say I had to be in the house by seven
(when I was just a boy)
But Id stay out late at night
(when I was just a boy)
And when Id finally get back in
Oh, I know shed hit me, shed hit me
Shed sit me on her knees and whip me
Oh, shed hit me with a rock
Shed whip me with a rock, oh baby
Shed hit me (hit me with a rock)
Shed hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
(hit me with a rock)
And when I was grown to be a man
(grown to be a man)
The minute the boss would call my name
(grown to be a man)
And say I had to be in the office by seven
(grown to be a man)
Im a constipated man
(grown to be a man)
And when Id finally get back in
Oh, my bossd hit me, hed hit me
Hed tie me to a chair and whip me
Oh hed hit me with a rock
Hed whip me with a rock, oh baby
Hed hit me (hit me with a rock)
Hed hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
(hit me with a rock)
When I was grown to be president
(was the president)
The minute the congressd call my name
(was the president)
And said some papers had to be signed by thursday
(had to be signed by thursday)
Id fly away to pakistan
(was the president)
And the second that Id get back home
Oh, I know theyd hit me, theyd hit me
With leather and chains theyd whip me
Oh, theyd hit me with a rock
Theyd whip me with a rock, oh baby
Theyd hit me. (hit me with a rock)
Theyd hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
(hit me with a rock)
Hit me, hit me, hit me
(hit me with a rock)
Theyd hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
(hit me with a rock)
Yah yah yah yah yah yah
(hit me with a rock)
(hit with a rock)
Ow, whaddaya doin to me, get away from me
(hit with a rock, oh baby)
(hit with a rock)
(hes gettin hit with a rock)
(hes gettin hit with a rock, oh baby)
(hit with a rock)
Wait a minute, hold it
I think hes dead
Lets leave
Lets get out of here, man
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Mama, Baby, Mama Let Me Jump In Your Pajamas
(kinky friedman, roger friedman, panama red)
Mama, baby, mama, let me jump in your pajamas, hey!
Mama, baby, mama, ooh, youre getting warmer, hey!
Mama, baby, kiss me, mama, baby, hug me,
Mama, baby, mama, let me dig your baby monkey.
Mama, baby, mama, I come from alabama, hey!
Mama, baby, mama, would you let me strum a banjo on my knee.
Mama gonna rock ya, mama gonna roll ya
Mama gonna hold ya like I never told ya!
Mama, baby, mama, Id like to jump in your pajamas, hey!
Mama, baby, mama, ooh, youre getting warmer, hey!
Mama, baby, kiss me, mama, baby, hug me,
Mama, baby, mama, let me drive your favorite monkey.
Whew! favorite monkey!
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Your Mama Don't Dance
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't
Rock and roll
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't
Rock and roll
But when evening comes around and it's time to
Hit the town
Where do you go - You gotta rock it
The old folks say that ya gotta end your date
By ten
But if you're out on a date don't you
Bring her home late cuz it's a sin
You know there's no excuse
You know you're gonna lose you never win
I'll say it again
And it's all because your mama don't dance
And your daddy don't rock and roll
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't
Rock and roll
When evenin' rolls around and it's time to
Hit the town
Where do you go - To rock it, rock it
(lead)
Everyone gather round let me tell you all
About it
You see I pulled into a drive-in and
I found a place to park
We hopped into the backseat where it's
Always nice and dark
I'm just about to move thinking to myself Mmm
Bret this is a breeze
Then there's a light in my eye and a guy says
Out of the car long hair
Oowee - You're coming with me
Said the local police
And it's all because your mama don't dance
And your daddy don't rock and roll
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't
Rock and roll
When evenin' rolls around and it's time to
Hit the town
Where do you go - Play me a little C.C.
(lead)
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't
Rock and roll
Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't
Rock and roll
They just ain't cool and they ain't about to start
Your mama don't dance and you daddy don't rock
Your mama don't dance, no
She just don't dance, no
You mama don't dance
And you daddy don't rock and roll, oww no
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Sweet Mama
I was raised on the west side shanty town.
I didn't get up till the sun went down.
When your back's against the wall, you better get tough,
An' learn real quick how to swing an' duck.'
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine.
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool,.
That's right.
Some folks cheat 'n some folks lie,
But I can judge a man by the look in his eye.
Don't hand me jack, try to call it cool.
I know the difference 'tween sh*t an' shiner.
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine.
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
Sweet Mama didn't raise no fool.
Instrumental Break.
Talkin' about Mama,
Oh sweet Mama.
Mama was no angel, but she taught me right from wrong.
She knew ev'ry single word, an' ev'ry note, and ev'ry song.
She taught me how to gamble and how to roll a dice.
"If it makes you feel good, do a darn thing twice."
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine.
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
My sweet Mama didn't raise no fool.
I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
Good lookin' women, back woods an' moonshine.
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
My sweet Mama didn't raise no fool.
Yeeow!
Talkin' about:
(My sweet Mama,)
(Mama didn't raise no fool.)
Na, na, na.
(Talkin' about my sweet Mama,
(Mama didn't raise no fool.)
That's my sweet Mama.
(Talkin' about my sweet Mama,
(Mama didn't raise no fool.)
Oh, sweet Mama.
song performed by by Van Zant
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Infusions
You'll not find me in no white lace frilly frock
there'll be no be no silver slipper
and prince charming laughing
you'll find me walking doubts corridors
still bewildered by choices I've made
unreconciled to shunting realities
which lay down with me at night in the dusty silence.
Instead, I stare ceiling-ward
counting chards of my school girl dreams
wondering
still dreaming
of that prince charming kiss
of that silver shoe
of chariots
kings and castles.
So I lay me down to sleep
to dream me another dream
of a dream that is not to be
until I make up my mind
to make of this my real life
a dream,
which infuses my real reality.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Greatest
Little boy, in a baseball hat stands in the field with his ball and bat.
Says, "I am the greatest player of them all" puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
Now the little boy doesn't say a word, picks up his ball, he is undeterred.
Says, "I am the greatest there has ever been" and he grits his teeth and he tries it again.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
He makes no excuses, he shows no fear, he just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers.
Little boy, he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat
Says,"I am the greatest, the game is on the line" and he gives his all one last time.
And the ball goes up and the moon so bright, swings his bat with all his might
The world's as still, as still can be, the baseball falls and that's strike three.
Now it's suppertime and his momma calls, little boy starts home with his bat and ball.
Says, "I am the greatest, that is a fact, but even I didn't know I could pitch like that!"
Says, "I am the greatest,that is understood, but even I didn't know I could pitch that good!
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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To A Nephew
it is upon my calling that you are here today.
i am very happy.
i am seeing a very tall man now
towering like a tree.
look at this place this island
the flowers no longer bloom
and the trees are shedding off their leaves
the corn seeds that i have sown a month ago
have not grown
and the river on the other side has dried up
the sun scorches this place
and the moon does not like to rest on the hills
let me take you to the window of this house
for you to see the rainbow connecting this island
to another island
this is the bridge between us
and i am giving you the power to cross the sea
of this rift
tonight in this harrowing darkness
we shall cross to the other side and leave this island for good
you shall own the island and sow the corn seeds again
the trees shall bow before you and the flowers shall bloom again
the rivers shall have their water and the hills are ready for the moon
and then i will be gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rip It Up/ready Teddy
Well its saturday night, and I just got paid
Fool about my money, dont try to save
My heart says go! go! have a time
cause its saturday night, baby, Im feelin fine
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
Got me a date and I wont be late,
Picked her up in my eighty-eight.
Shag on down to the union hall,
When the joint starts jumpin, I ll have a ball.
Gonna rip it up,
Gonna rock it up,
Gonna shake it up,
Gonna ball it up,
Gonna rock it up,
And ball the night.
Whoa!
Well, ready, set, go man, go,
I got a girl that I love so.
And Im ready,
Ready, ready, teddy,
Im ready,
Ready, ready, teddy,
Im ready,
Ready, ready, teddy,
Im ready, ready, teddy to rock and roll.
Goin to the corner, pick up my sweetie pie,
Shes a rock and roll baby, shes the apple of my eye.
Im ready,
Ready, ready, teddy,
Im ready,
Ready, ready, teddy,
Im ready,
Ready, ready, teddy,
Im ready, ready, teddy to rock and roll.
song performed by by Lennon John
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Whiskey Bottle
Well, well, well, oh yeah, mmm.
I'm sitting here in Memphis,
Whiskey bottle in my hand, oh. I got to find a woman,
I'm only on a one-night stand,
I've got to kick away these blues,
Got to get on my rock and roll shoes,
I'm leaving in the morning,
I'm heading for the promised land.
Got to call a number,
A certain woman in town, yeah,
But when I got connected she told me
She was going to settle down, Oh baby, yeah.
I've got to kick away these blues,
Got to get on my rock and roll shoes,
I'm leaving in the morning,
I'm heading for the promised land,
Oh baby; look out over there.
Ever since I've been playing guitar in a band,
Ever since I been to St. Davida's school,
Every time I tried to play my winning hand,
I get a little closer but it's still the same old game.
Ma ma mama, I get a little closer to you baby, Seem like
you're all the same, I get a little closer to you,
still the same old game, Come on baby, I want to take you with me.
I've got to leave the city, I'm headed for the California sun,
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, They say the girls are pretty
And pretty soon I'm going to get me one, Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I've got to kick away these blues, Got to get on my
rock and roll shoes, I'm leaving in the morning,
I'm heading for the promised land, Lord knows I am.
Ever since I been playing guitar in a band, Ever since I've been
St. Davida's place, Every time I tried to play my winning hand,
I get a little closer but it's still the same old game
Ever since I been playing guitar in a band,
Ever since I been to St. Davida's land, Every time I tried to play my
winning hand, I get a little cl
song performed by by Bad Company
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Bad Boy
A bad little kid moved into my neighborhood
He won't do nothing right just sitting down and looks so good
He don't want to go to school and learn to read and write
Just sits around the house and plays the rock and roll music all night
Well, he put some tacks on teachers chair
Puts some gum in little girl's hair
Hey, junior, behave yourself
Buys every rock and roll book on the magazine stand
Every dime that he get is lost to the jukebox man
Well he worries his teacher till at night she's ready to poop
From rocking and a-rolling spinning in a hula hoop
Well this rock and roll has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
Going tell your mama you better do what she said
Get to the barber shop and get that hair cut off your head
Threw the canary and you fed it to the neighbors cat
You gave the cocker spaniel a bath in mother's laundramat
Well, mama's head has got to stop
Junior's head is hard as rock
Now, junior, behave yourself
song performed by by Beatles
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Mama's Little Angels
When mommy's around we're the cutest little darlings, polite...
We're squeaky clean
We do the chores in the house, as quiet as a mouse
Better kids you've never seen
Yes we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
You know we are mama's little angels
As soon as mom leaves for work
Out come the paint cans, start to spray it on the wall
That's getting boring
Go get the bats
Gonna have us some indoor ball
Yes we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
You know we are mama's little angels
Well, Randy's up to bat.
Gonna hit me a home run
Sorry 'bout that
Outside, ball one
We lost our ball, let's have some fun with the dishes
Oops, we ain't doin' too well
When mommy gets home, she won't blame it on us
She knows that we're really swell
Yes we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
You know we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
You know we are mama's little angels
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Love Having You Around
Please,
Mama, mama, mama,
Mama, mama, baby,
Baby, baby, baby,
Mama, mama, mama,
Baby, baby, baby,
Listen baby,
Every day I want to fly my kite,
Every day I want to fly my kite,
An every day I want to get on my camel an ride.
Oo yea
Every day I want to shake your hand, yea, yea, yea,
For in the world makin me a better man,
An every day I want to get on my camel an ride
(on my camel ride, on my camel)
Oo baby
And when the day is through,
Nothin to do, sit around groovin with you,
And I say it cause I love having you around,
And I say it cause I love having you around. yea
Everyday I want to be your friend, (be your friend)
cause you have stuck with me through thick and thin
An every day I want a smile in your lovely brown eyes,
(smile at your lovely brown eyes)
Oh yea
Every day Im gonna give my share,
cause I know your gonna take me there, (hey, hey)
An every day I want to get on my camel an ride, oo
(get on my camel)
And when the day is done,
Nothin to do, spend all my time just loving you, (oh, yea)
An I say it cause I love having you around, mm baby
And I say it cause I love oo having you around
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
An in the end I know youll be with me,
cause you made my soul so free, (so everyday)
An every day I wanna get on my camel an ride, yea
(on my camel)
And when the day is through,
Nothin to do, spend all my time just lovin you
An I say it cause I love yea having you around.
(love having you around)
And I say it cause I love having you around yea, yea, yea
An I say it cause I love having you around (having you around baby)
And I say it cause I love (cant you hear me people? ) having you around
(cant you hear me people? )
And I say it cause I love having you around
(cant you hear me say it? cant you hear me say it baby? )
And I say it cause I love having you around
(an I say it, I say it, oo baby, baby, baby baby, baby)
An I say it, (say it, say it, say it, baby, baby baby)
An I say it, (say it, say it, say it, baby, baby baby)
An I say it, cause I love (say it, say it, again)
Having you around (say it, say it, just say it, say it, baby)
An I say it, cause I love (say it, an I keep saying it, I keep saying it)
Having you around (say it)
An I say it, cause I love (say it, say it)
Having you around (say it, yea, yea, help me baby)
An I say it cause I love (thank god, for the one you love)
Having you around (than god, for the one you love)
An I say it cause I love (che-rish for the one you love)
Having you around (I love my baby, love my baby, funky, funky, funky, yea)
(let me play, we just say, let me play)
And when the day is done, yea
Nothin to do, spend all my time making loving you,
An I say it cause I love having you around, (having you around)
An I say it cause I love having you around
An I say it cause I love having you around (my baby)
An I say it cause I love having you around
An I say it cause I love having you around
(baby stay around, baby stay right here, need you here, keep you right here)
An I say it cause I love having you around
All right
Aint got the words
(baby youre starting gabling, baby nobody)
Mm baby
Mmm
Mmm
(spoken: the preceding has been put here on tape, to let
You all know that I say it to her because I love her,
Can you dig it? can you get to that? even when shes messin around
He likes having her around even when shes messing around,
Which is very often, that what shes doing, the motion
...when shes messing around)
Ma get m a
Trust in su
An ellu
M a too
S m a
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bone To Bone
Flatbush boy cruisin' sheepshead bay
His boardwalk mama just a sniff away
Underground dmt, ridin' thunder train
The cone island white fish boy is on the run again
Oh, runnin' with the pack
Oh, never lookin' back
Oh, know just where he's been
That coney island white fish boy's
Been there and back again
Sixteen years with his boardwalk queen
And at steeplechase, she used to wet his dreams
She combs her hair, that flamin' jewel
Streaked with clorox bleach
Coney gettin' down and dirty
Snortin' up the beach
She'd be screamin' (coney)
She'd be screamin' (coney)
Go get 'em coney
(coney), bone to bone screamin'
(coney) she be screamin' (coney)
Get down
Get back in town
Get back, get down
Get back in town
Get back, get down
Coney!
She'd be screamin' (coney)
Best believe it (coney)
song performed by by Aerosmith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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