Middle Class, White Collar, Livin’ in the Suburb Blues (LYRICS)
Well, I get up in the morning and my shower’s sometimes cold.
Yeah, I get up in the morning and my shower’s sometimes cold,
And my fuzzy, soft, warm slippers and my bathrobe’s getting old.
You know my woman didn’t leave me and my dog don’t run away.
No, my woman didn’t leave me and my dog don’t run away,
But when I go to the ‘frigerater, sometimes she gets in the way.
Sometimes my kids they watch the Simpsons, when I want to watch the news.
Yeah, my kids they watch the Simpsons, when I want to watch the news.
I got the middle class, white collar, livin’ in the suburb blues.
Well, I went up to the boss man and I asked him for a raise.
Yeah, I went up to the boss man and I asked him for a raise.
He added to my 401 K plan and gave me more paid holidays.
Ain’t got time to change my oil now, ‘cus I’m such a busy man.
Got no time to change my oil now, ‘cus I’m such a busy man,
and my Volvo’s in the shop now, got to drive the mini-van.
I’ve got to take the kids to soccer, yeah, I paid my soccer dues.
Got to take the kids to soccer, oh, I paid my soccer dues.
I got the middle class, white collar, livin’ in the suburb blues.
poem by Charlie Parant
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Joie De Vivre
We must know where our kids are at all the time
And protect them from danger
We must teach them not to talk to strangers
Joie de vivre
The kids are part of our family
We raise them from babies to adult
Sometimes we wish they would grow up fast
Sometimes we wish they never grew up
They do things that drive their parent crazy at times
Joie de vivre
It is important that they socialize with kids of their own age group
On the weekends it is time to get the family together
Dad’s drive there kids to soccer games
They cheer for there soccer team
When there soccer team wins it is a celebration
All the dad’s scream of joy
Dad’s are proud of there kids achievement
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Volvo Driving Soccer Mom
Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na
You know I used to be a bad girl
I got busy in the bathroom at my high school prom
Yeah I used to be a dancer at the local strip club
But now I know my right wing from my wrong
Yeah, yeah
I really used to be a bad girl
I had a threesome with my sister and her boyfriend tom
I know I used to be a real wild child
But now I am a volvo-driving soccer mom
Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na
I really used to be a bad girl
I got busted for possession of my wizard-shaped bong
I used to love to do the things they tell me not to do
But now Im different--now I sing a new song
I really used to be a bad girl
I got gang-banged in the bathroom at my high school prom
Yes, I used to be a real wild child
But now I am a volvo-driving soccer mom
Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na
Where do all the porn stars go
When the lights go down?
I wonder where all the porn stars go
cause when you need one, they are never around
I think they moved out to the suburbs
And now theyre blonde, bland, middle-class republican wives
They all have blonde, bland, middle-class republican children
Blonde, bland, middle-class republican lives
Where do all the porn stars go
When the lights go down?
I think I know where all the porn stars go
They all become volvo-driving soccer moms
Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na
song performed by by Everclear
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Happy Blues
We want to leave you happy
Dont want to leave you sad
We want to leave you happy
Dont want to leave you sad
Want to sing some blues
But dont want to sing them bad
Roy wailed for you
He wailed the blues tonight
Roy wailed for you
He wailed the blues tonight
He wailed, he wailed, he wailed em just right
He talked about a mean woman
Oh what a woman was she
Talked about a mean woman
What a woman was she
Ive got my chance to talk about a man
Ill talk about he
He was good to me
He was good
He was good to me
Whoa, so good
I dont know much about the blues
But I know somewhere
Theres a little bit of soul in ella
Theres a little bit of soul in me
Theres a little bit of soul in ella
Theres a little bit of soul in me
Oh somewhere down the line
Ive had misery
Every woman gets misery
Every woman is crying
Every woman has misery
Every woman is crying
Crying bout a man
And the way he did her wrong
I had one too
I had one too
I had one too
I had one too
He did me wrong, but what did I do
I picked up and took patoot
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I want to go out swinging
Swinging the blues tonight
Dont want to talk about mack the knife
Dont want to talk about the snuffing
Just want to have fun talking about
Things that make you happy
Snappy happy happy snappy, thats me
Joe williams sang the blues tune
He talked about his woman
Joe williams sang the blues tune
He talked about his woman
Everybody, everybody pays those dues
Have you paid your dues
Have you paid your dues
Have you paid your dues
Have you paid your dues
Everybody, somewhere along the line is paying some dues
Dues, one and two
Dues, doesnt matter nothing
Dues, three and four
Dues, maybe more, thats all right
Youre still paying dues
So lets stay happy, happy, happy
Lets stay happy
Go swinging out, swinging out, swinging out
Singing the blues
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Its been a wonderful night tonight
Yes, its been nice
One more chorus, just for you
I thank you daddy, for coming out
I thank you people, for coming out
Cause somewhere along the line, everyone will want to shout
I want to shout
Shout about my troubles
I want to shout
Shout about my troubles
Like you Ive paid the dues
And Ive got double trouble
Come on, lets stay happy
Come on, clap, lets stay happy
Lets sing the happy blues
No more sad dues
I am happy you are happy too
I am happy you are happy too
So lets go out with the blues thats swinging
Like count basie, swing on
Like count basie, swing on
Like count basie, swing on
Like count basie, swing on
Swing on, swing out tonight
Hey now
Hey now
Hey now
Right on now, with that soul
Cmon everybody
Cmon and say right on
I said right on
I said right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Right on
Get with it, yeah
Get with it, yeah
Get with it, yeah
Get with it, yeah
Get with it
Get with it
Get with it, cmon
Lets make you happy
Happy
Ive sung these blues, and Im through
Cause I dont know what Im singing about
I dont know what Im singing about
With this happy music
This happy music
So Id better leave while Im happy
And say good night to you
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Red White And Blue
We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds,
ain't on the edge of no popular trend.
Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ.
We don't care if you 're a lawyer, or a texas oil man,
or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand.
If you got Soul
We hang out with people just like you
My hair's turning white,
my neck's always been red,
my collar's still blue,
we've always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say
we've always been,
Red, White, and Blue
Ride our own bikes To Sturgis
we pay our own dues,
smoking camels, drinking domestic BREWS
You want to know where I have been
just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail.
I ain't been no angel,
But even God, he understands.
My hair's turning white,
my neck's always been red,
my collar's still blue,
we've always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say
we've always been,
Red, White, and Blue
Yeah that's right!
My Daddy worked hard, and so have I,
paid our taxes and gave our lives
to serve this great country
so what are they complaining about
Yeah we love our families, we love our kids
you know it is love that makes us all so rich
That's where were at,
If they don't like it they can just
get the HELL out!
Yeah!
My hair's turning white,
my neck's always been red,
my collar's still blue,
we've always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Soccer
Soccer is the game
My life
Soccer gives my fame
it gives my life
Soccer is what make me live
soccer is what makes me give
soccer is the start of it all
soccer is way better then the mall
poem by Courtney Sycowski
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Women's Liberation
Talk to me about the feminist movement,
the gubba middle class
hetero sexual revolution
way back in the seventies
when men wore tweed jackets with
leather elbows, and the women, well
I don’t remember or maybe I just don’t care
or can’t relate.
Now what were those white women on about?
What type of neurosis was fashionable back then?
So maybe I was only a school kid; and kids, like women,
have got on thing that joins that schemata,
like we’re not worth listening to,
and who wants to liberate women and children
what will happen in an egalitarian society
if the women and the kids start becoming complacent
in that they believe they should have rights
and economic independence,
and what would these middle class kids and white women do
with liberation, with freedom, with choices of
do I stay with my man, do I fall in love with other
white middle class women, and it wouldn’t matter if
my new woman had kids or maybe even kids and dogs
Yes I’m for the women’s movement
I want to be free and wear dunlop tennis shoes.
And indigenous women, well surely, the liberation
of white women includes all women regardless . . .
It doesn’t, well that’s not for me to deal with
I mean how could I, a white middle class woman,
who is deciding how can I budget when my man won’t
pay the school fees and the diner’s card club simply
won’t extend credit.
I don’t even know if I’m capable
of understanding
Aborigines, in Victoria?
Aboriginal women, here, I’ve never seen one,
and if I did, what would I say,
damned if I’m going to feel guilty, for wanting something
better for me, for women in general, not just white
middle class Volvo driving, part time women’s studies
students
Maybe I didn’t think, maybe I thought women in general
meant, Aboriginal women, the Koori women in Victoria
Should I apologise
should I feel guilty
Maybe the solution is to sponsor
a child through world vision.
Yes that’s probably best,
I feel like I could cope with that,
Look, I’d like to do something for our Aborigines
but I haven’t even met one,
and if I did I would say
all this business about land rights, maybe I’m a bit
scared, what’s it mean, that some day I’ll wake up
and there will be this flag, what is it, you know
red, black and that yellow circle, staked out front
and then what, Okay I’m sorry, I feel guilt
is that what I should be shouting
from the top of the rialto building
The women’s movement saved me
maybe the 90s will be different.
I’m not sure what I mean, but I know that although
it’s not just a women’s liberation that will free us
it’s a beginning
poem by Lisa Bellear
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That's How We Met!
I once met a woman from Nantucket.
Who wanted me to add fluid in her bucket...
'GRANDPA? ? ? '
You asked me to recite a poem!
You kids don't know what you want.
'Yeah,
But grandpa...
Comeon.
You've got to have more on your mind,
Besides sex! '
SEX?
You kids are sumthin' else!
Who in the hell's talking about sex?
That woman just happens to have been your grandmother.
She sucked some gasoline out of my car,
To get her own started.
Using a hose.
I had never seen that before.
That's how we met!
And sex was the furthest thing from our minds.
'Oh yeah?
Well...
How did my mother get here? '
On a TRAIN!
How many times do I have to tell you that! ?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah
I love you baby since we were at school
I didnt show it I was a fool
You were burning I was cold as ice
And baby now I realize
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
I gave you misery I gave you lies
I never hurt you, apologize
I love your lips I love your eyes
I love your breasts I love your thighs
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Now all I can do is hope and pray
That youll forgive me before its too late
Theres only one thing I can say to you
You know I love you you know its true
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
song performed by by Pogues
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Soccer
i look at the kids,
they are playing soccer.
i join them,
my team won.
i get muddy,
and it is fun.
I love soccer
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poem by Monkey 7073
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I think soccer is more respected now than it ever has been. You can see that in the numbers of young kids who are playing and the numbers of people who are coming to watch.
quote by Brandi Chastain
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Radio Station: Chico, Irish History Teacher Go Wild
(me)
hello!
(she) hi!
(me)
why you hi me for?
what are you doing?
(she)
i am a history teacher
professor
PH.D of that kind
my university
is a fancy catholic community
at the lake shore.
if you plan to put your kids
our kids
into plan
this the right place.
(me)
hoo! hoo!
irish teacher
are you advertizin on my show?
or are you E.R Vad zin zining trying to
make my show chineeze zin zen type of show?
or you are planning to have
kids
and lead them to your university
with my kids mixed them up
in the same class
of your damn history?
are you killing me?
or are you trying to irish me
with your gloried oiled Professional skills?
sorry woman,
i will give you a 'Z' as a grade
in your own class of latino irish.
because
first your kids
or future kids
wont go to class with my kids
never!
together!
impossible!
take a note and put it in your beard!
they will rice it up.
falaful it up
and end up
playing irish
bulls
in the class
and make a beautiful bull history.
so, tell me
beside you want kids
or you are teaching kids
what part of the history
you are teaching?
latino kids type of history or
''Rosevelt did not have enough time
to put american in one hand
and kids in his bulls in the other hand'' type of history?
is that right?
(she)
do you like to take my phone
or my number?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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In Europe, it's different - you eat soccer, you breathe soccer, you drink soccer. Everything is about soccer.
quote by Thomas Dooley
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Jack & Diane
A little ditty about Jack and Diane
Two American kids growin' up in the heartland
Jackie's gonna be a football star
Diane's debutante in the backseat of Jackie's car
Suckin' on a chili dog outside the tastee freeze
Diane's sittin' on Jackie's lap
He's got his hand between her knees
Jackie say, "Hey Diane lets run off
behind the shady trees.
Dribble off those Bobby Brooks.
Let me do what I please."
Say ah
Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone, say ah
Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone, they walk on
Jackie sits back reflects his thoughts for the moment
Scratches his head and does his best James Dean
Well then there and Diane, we oughtta run off to the city
Diane says, Baby, you ain't missin' a thing
And Jackie say a,
"Oh yeah, life goes on,
long after the thrill of livin' is gone.
Oh yeah, they say life goes on,
long after the thrill of livin' is gone."
Gonna let it rock
Let it roll
Let the Bible Belt come
And save my soul
Hold on to 16 as long as you can
Changes come around real soon
Make us women and men
Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone
Oh yeah, they say life goes on
Long after the thrill of livin' is gone
A little ditty about Jack and Diane
Two American kids doin' the best they can
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Let Me Show You The Way
uhh, yeah, uhh, yeah, check it
didn't I make a good lady
didn't I have your baby
maybe I should have known you were crazy
when you was caught playin it shady
didn't I keep your kids when you were out smokin and drinking
why did I treat you like my king when you were out doing the wrong thing
[Pre-Chorus]
tell you what I think about you(you)
tired and confused(fused)
and I will not think to be with you
sayin' what you think about me(me)
think that I'm crazy(zy)
think that Ill end up without you
[Chorus]
let me show you the way
let me break it down
let me show you how
Im gonna put you out
watch me show and prove
watch me make my moves
to get rid of you
you can pack your thangs
you can take a swang
it want be no thang
to the front door, cause
I cant take no more
I cant take no more
let me show you the way
(yeah, to the door
let me show you the way)
didn't I show you this good love
didn't I do it just because
tell me why you went and did me wrong
I heard you saying you loved her on the phone
but I doubted you when, even when you put me through it
why didn't I listen to me girlfriend(girlfriend)
when they said you were not worth it, no
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
uhh, ooh, yeah, haha, ooh
since you went and broke the rules(ooh)
this is what I got for you(ooh)
take your jacket and your shoes
you never play me for a fool
[Pre-Chorus]
tell you what I think about you(you)
tired and confused(fused)
and I will not think to be with you
sayin what you think about me(me)
think that I'm crazy(zy)
think that Ill end up without you
[Chorus (2x)]
let me show you the way
let me break it down
let me show you how
I'm gonna put you out
watch me show and prove
watch me make my moves
to get rid of you
you can pack your thangs
you can take a swang
it want be no thang
to the front door, cause
I cant take no more
I cant take no more
let me show you the way
uhh, who's laughin now?
wa, wa, wa, [3x]
yeah. wa, wa, wa [3x]
let me show you the way.
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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Let Me Show You The Way (Out)
uhh, yeah, uhh, yeah, check it
didn't I make a good lady
didn't I have your baby
maybe I should have known you were crazy
when you was caught playin it shady
didn't I keep your kids when you were out smokin and drinking
why did I treat you like my king when you were out doing the wrong thing
[Pre-Chorus]
tell you what I think about you(you)
tired and confused(fused)
and I will not think to be with you
sayin' what you think about me(me)
think that I'm crazy(zy)
think that Ill end up without you
[Chorus]
let me show you the way
let me break it down
let me show you how
Im gonna put you out
watch me show and prove
watch me make my moves
to get rid of you
you can pack your thangs
you can take a swang
it want be no thang
to the front door, cause
I cant take no more
I cant take no more
let me show you the way
(yeah, to the door
let me show you the way)
didn't I show you this good love
didn't I do it just because
tell me why you went and did me wrong
I heard you saying you loved her on the phone
but I doubted you when, even when you put me through it
why didn't I listen to me girlfriend(girlfriend)
when they said you were not worth it, no
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
uhh, ooh, yeah, haha, ooh
since you went and broke the rules(ooh)
this is what I got for you(ooh)
take your jacket and your shoes
you never play me for a fool
[Pre-Chorus]
tell you what I think about you(you)
tired and confused(fused)
and I will not think to be with you
sayin what you think about me(me)
think that I'm crazy(zy)
think that Ill end up without you
[Chorus (2x)]
let me show you the way
let me break it down
let me show you how
I'm gonna put you out
watch me show and prove
watch me make my moves
to get rid of you
you can pack your thangs
you can take a swang
it want be no thang
to the front door, cause
I cant take no more
I cant take no more
let me show you the way
uhh, who's laughin now?
wa, wa, wa, [3x]
yeah. wa, wa, wa [3x]
let me show you the way.
[Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics]
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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Girl In My Dreams
(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
You been cheatin, and I dont know why
Youve been runnin with another guy
You drive me crazy, babe I dont know
Oh tell me girl, or just let go
You better watch what you say, and watch what you do
Cause if youre wastin my time, I found someone new
The girl in my dreams, theres no in between
The girl in my dreams, theres no in between, yeah, my my
So what youre tellin me, you know its untrue
What youre sayin girl, is Im a fool
If you believe it, just say so
Oh tell me girl, is it yes or no
I cant take it, youre callin me down
I cant fake it girl, and stick around, no
Im just a fool and I know that I depend on you, yeah yeah yeah
You better watch what you say, Im talkin to you, you baby
Cause if youre wastin my time, I found someone new
The girl in my dreams, theres no in between
The girl in my dreams, theres no in between, guitar
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Well this is it girl, cause I gotta know
If theres a chance baby, tell me so
I wanna take it, a day at a time
Tell me baby, lay it right on the line, this time
You better watch what you say, and watch what you do, you baby
Cause if youre wastin my time, I found someone new
The girl in my dreams, theres no in between
The girl in my dreams, theres no in between, yeah
The girl in my dreams, theres no in between
The girl in my dreams, yeah, oh yeah
song performed by by April Wine
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Da Bo$$ Would Like To See You
typed by: [email protected]
Dizzle fizzle! Da bizzle! (Boss!)
Tha bling! Tha bling! (Ah ah ah!) [echoes]
Yeah... Uh uh
It's 2002 [echoes]... And whatchu gon' do? (whatchu gon' do?)
I'ma boss up... Ironically speakin' (uh), or it is generally speakin'...
I'm the ambassador, better yet, the PROFESSOR, of G-OLOGY (of G-ology...)
Just bossin' up right now...
Uh uh... Tha Boss would like to see ya (yeah... yeah)
Tha Boss would like to see ya
Bugsy! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Gotti! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Capone! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Soprano! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
DOGGY! First Black with a casino! (Ah ah)
Tha Boss would like to see ya (who me?)
Yeah, I ain't takin' orders no more (Huh-uh!)
Boss Boss... [echoes]
Uh.. I'm tha Boss (ahh!)
It's my house (my house), and I (and I) leave here (yeah, I'm tha Boss)
It's my house (my house), and I (and I) leave here...
Tha Boss would like to see ya (who?)
Bugsy! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Gotti! Tha Boss would like to see ya... (who? who?)
Capone! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
Soprano! Tha Boss would like to see ya...
DOGGY! Fist Black with a casino (ah ah!)
Boss, boss, boss, boss, boss, boss... [echoes til end]
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
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Dangerous Age
Shes gettin ready to dance tonight
Black high heels, a dress that clings on tight
Skin so smooth, a young mans dream
Lips so red, shes only just sixteen, yes she is
She knows where to go, she knows all the wildest parts of town
She walks in real slow, baby, ooh and every mans head turns around
Young girl has found her stage, watch out, shes a dangerous age
Headline news, front page, ooh girl, youre a dangerous age, yeah
She dont care what her parents say
Shes out all night, holdin til break of day, yeah
So outrageous, shes dressed to kill
And everybody, the girl just loves to thrill, ooh you know she does
She knows all the tricks, she got all the moves and words to say
Shes livin with kicks, livin to dance the night away
Young girl has found her stage, watch out, youre a dangerous age
Headline news, front page, ooh girl, youre a dangerous age
(solo)
Shell play your fire, yeah shell play you things you wont understand
She wants to get high, yeah, shes a star, shes got it all planned, oh yeah
Young girl has found her stage, watch out, shes a dangerous age
Headline news, front page, ooh girl, youre a dangerous age
Youre a dangerous age, ooh yeah, youre a dangerous age
Ooh, watch out, ooh girl, youre a dangerous age
song performed by by Bad Company
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I Got A Woman
Well i got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me,
Ohoh yeah.
Say i got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me.
Oh yeah.
She gives me money
Everytime i need, yes.
You know she's the kind
Of friend indeed.
Say i got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me
Oh yeah.
She says she loves me
Early in the morning,
Just for me.
Oh yeah.
She says she loves me
Early in the morning
Just for me,
Oh yeah.
She says she loves me
Just for me, yeah.
You know she loves me,
Sometime i leave.
I got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me,
Oh yeah. auwww.
She says she loves me
All day and night
Never grumbles or fusses,
She just treats me right.
Never running in the streets,
Leaving me alone.
She's knows a woman's place
Right back there hanging by the home.
Well i got a woman
Way across town
She's good to me,
Oh yeah.
Well i've got a woman,
Way across town,
She's good to me,
Oh yeah.
Well she's my baby
'cos she's understands
I'm her loving man.
I got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me
Oh yeah.
Says she's all right,
Says she's all right.
I got a woman
Way across town,
She's good to me
Oh yeah.
song performed by by Beatles
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Even God Must Get The Blues
Pick up any morning paper
Turn on the 6 oclock news
The devils been so busy lately
That even God must get the blues
A young man lies there in the street
His life gone like it was nothin to lose
And for the shoes there on his feet
Yes even God must get the blues
When this rain falls down from heaven
It must be the angels cryin
For all the sorrow in the world tonight
A young girl hides her face in shame
So they cant see its been battered and bruised
Like shes the one to blame
Yes even God must get the blues
Pick up any evening paper
Turn on the 10 oclock news
The devils been so busy lately
That even God must get the blues
Yeah even God must get the blues
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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