Wave That Flag
Wave that flag, pop the bag, skin the goat, learn to cope
Bell the rat, trap the cat, ball the jack, chew the fat
Read the signs, connect the lines, pay your fines, save your dimes
Pick up time, light the fuse, making time, pass the juice
Eat at days, hide in caves, pull the tooth, stretch the truth
Feed the poor, starve the war, pick up chicks, catch the fix
Get your kicks, pick up sticks, trim your wick, take your pick
Try your tricks, impress the chicks
Wash the fence, dig the den, live the vain, die in shame
Catch the fool, burn the stew, shine your shoes, sing the blues
Wave the flag, pop the bag, bell the cat, trap the rat
Ball the jack, chew the fat, shoot the breeze, lose the keys
Read the signs, connect the lines, pay your fines, read the rhyme
Shhot the breeze, lose your keys, don't be late, what I say
Stretch the truth, pull the tooth, feed the poor, starve the war
Cash the fix, get your kicks, trim your wick, take your pick
Try your tricks, impress the chicks
Wash the fence, dig the den, live the shame,die in vain
Catch the fool, burn the stew, shine your shoes, sing the blues
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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U.s. Blues
Red and white, blue suede shoes, i'm uncle sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, i'm still alive, ain't no luck, i learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change. stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
I'm uncle sam, that's who i am; been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand of p.t. barnum and charlie chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. can you use them ol' u.s. blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
Back to back chicken shack. son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose?
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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U.S Blues (encore)
U.S. Blues (Grateful Dead)
Red and White, Blue Suede Shoes
I'm Uncle Sam, How do you do?
Give me five, I'm still alive.
Ain't no luck, I've learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change.
Stays 72, come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag.
Rock the boat, Skin the goat.
Chorus:
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summer time done, come and gone my oh my.
I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am.
Been hiding out in a rock 'n roll band.
Shake the hand, that shook the hand
of P.T. Barnum, and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, Light the fuse.
Can you use, them old U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth.
Run your life, steal your wife.
Chorus, then lead.
Back to back, Chicken Shack.
Sun of a gun, you better change your act.
Your all confused, what's to lose?
You can call this song the United States Blues.
Extended Chorus then end
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Pick It Up Or Be Gone
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Don't try to imitate,
Homemade cake.
Oh no.
And don't ever try to duplicate,
A delicious taste.
Or...
Butter up faked mashed potatos.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
Oooow.
Pick it up or be gone.
Yeah.
Pick it up or be gone.
Now...
Pick it up or be gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Made Okay To Do It Your Way
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
Why did you choose to pick a ball,
Knowing picking it...
Wasn't cool to do.
You complained,
That you couldn't take the weight.
And a waiting too late makes it okay.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.
You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.
Why did you choose to pick a ball,
Knowing picking it...
Wasn't cool to do.
You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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
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Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes
(a-wa) o kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza
Shes a rich girl
She dont try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Hes a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
People say shes crazy
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Well thats one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She was physically forgotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my car keys
She said youve taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds
And I could say oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What Im talking about
As if everybody would know
Exactly what I was talking about
Talking about diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She makes the sign of a teaspoon
He makes the sign of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And puts on after-shave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes
And she said honey take me dancing
But they ended up by sleeping
In a doorway
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes
And I could say oo oo oo
As if everybody here would know
What I was talking about
I mean everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about diamonds
People say Im crazy
I got diamonds on the soles of my shoes
Well thats one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Pick A Fight
I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
You say that I'm the only one
The one you're looking for
Try and keep a straight face when you laugh
You talk to me like I'm a saint
But all your friends just say
We have been so over for some time
And I know that you had the best intentions for me
I know that what you're saying is goodbye
I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
You say you changed your mind again
You don't know how you feel
Give me some more time is what you say
You wanna use me like a toy
That you get bored with
Now you wanna store me far away
And I know that you had the best intentions for me
I know that what you're saying is goodbye...goodbye
I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
I can't be happy without you
I can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
I can't be happy without you
I can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
You always say what you don't mean
You always say the things that hurt me
Why do you pick a fight with me?
You always say what you don't mean
You always say the things that hurt me
Why do you pick a fight
Why do you pick a fight
You always pick a fight with me
song performed by by Goldfinger from Stomping Ground
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Keep Moving
Hurry up
Dont slow down
Pick a time
Dont let hands pull you down
If youre waiting
Have it up
Move along
Say goodbye
Dont let words stay too long
If youre leaving
It read
We missed you
Between the lines
It said hold it high
With a smile
Speak out loud
With the mind of a child
If youre lucky
It read
We missed you
Between the lines
It said hurry up
We really must be going theres no time to delay
We have to leave our message because we cant stay
It really is important so remember take care
Please keep on moving cos theres nobody there
It read
We missed you
Between the lines it said
Weve waited for so long
But now its time t-t-to keep moving along
Here and there are the signs
On the road give way to stop and go
When youre moving
It read
We missed you
Between the lines it said
Weve waited for so long
But now its time to to to keep moving along
Keep moving, youve got to keep moving
Keep, keep, youve got to keep moving
To keep moving along
song performed by by Madness
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123
From the bowery to the brimstone
I tried to find your heart
With drugs of initiation
The bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes
Sympathize the motivation
But all the details of this war
Are just self-infatuation
And its 1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
Manic blood runs thick my friend
Are you looking for a clean escape
Whats left when the locks have all been broken
Young children of authority
Now how long can you be agile
Dancing between the alter and the mercy seat
Yeah now heres a chance to make a choice
Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go home
The basement lies within us
Our fear comes through the door
Now theres nothing left between us
As the fear becomes a roar
Once that wheel is in motion
Dont you lose what you have found
Im talking about that burning wheel of tongues
Everything that makes it go round and round
Were all born in the devils scorn
They want to see you die
Im asking you are you true
Everything they say is a lie
Its a lie
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
1 2 3
Nothings for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks and go
1 2 3
(were all born)
Nothings for free
(in the devils scorn)
1 2 3
(were all born)
Nothings for free
(in the devils scorn)
Everything they say its a lie
(were all born)
Its a lie now
(in the devils scorn)
Everything they say its a lie
Its a lie now
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
And go home
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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I Wanna Pick You Up
I love to pick you up
cause youre still a baby to me
Cribs and cradles and bottles and toys
Are part of the joys they bring
I wanna wash your face
And change your clothes and button your shoes
Walk you around and wrestle with you
Then Im gonna make you sing
In the mornin I could wake you up
Feed you breakfast from a little cup
I want to pick you up
Rock you back and forth and make you smile
I want to hold you close for a while
I wanna tickle your feet
Drop you in your little tub
Wash your body and shampoo your hair
Be careful not to sting your eyes
When its night Ill put you in your bed
And Ill bend and kiss ya on your head
I want to pick you up
Rock you back and forth and make you smile
I want to hold you close for a while
Pat pat pat pat pat her on her butt butt
Shes going to sleep be quiet
Pat pat pat pat pat her on her butt
Shes going to sleep
Little baby go to sleep
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Cherry Tree
[ robert buck/natalie merchant ]
Over your shoulder, please dont mind me
If my eyes have fallen onto your magazine
For Ive been watching and wondering
Why your face is changing with every line you read.
All those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she would be wonderful, but my pride is in the way.
I cannot read to save my life, Im so ashamed to say.
I live in silence, afraid to speak
Of my life of darkness because I cannot read.
For all those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she could it would be wonderful.
Then I wouldnt need someone elses eyes to see whats in front of me.
No one guiding me.
It makes me humble to be so green
At what every kid can do when he learns a to z,
But all those lines and circles just frighten me
And I fear that Ill be trampled if you dont reach for me.
Before I run Ill have to take a fall.
And then pick myself up, so slowly Ill devour every one of those books in the tower of knowledge.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Footloose
Album: Not Another Teen Movie [Soundtrack] (2001)
I been working so hard
I punch my card
Eight hours, for what?
Now tell me what I got
I get this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut
Loose, footloose
Kick off my Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Come on and get footloose
You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
now you gotta cut
Loose, footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, my lord
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody get footloose
you've got to turn me around
You put your feet on the ground
Now take a hold of your soul
I'm turning
Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Come on and get footloose
Footloose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, My lord
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody get footloose
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Poppa Large
I get in shape and do my physical fitness
Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up
Pick 'em up pimplehead, pick 'em up picky
I roll wit globs and i come real sticky
Ripping the mic, i plug it up in your ears
Crazed and brewer. i'm coming out like beers
Like rheingold, miller, coors, and buds
I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds you duds
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wickable wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk rhyme to master, blaster
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form
Rap time, rap rhyme
Rap class, i'm here to fail and to pass
To continue, from the more, hype tip
I roll and rock, rock and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and blues
Dance and fusion, pain confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the town
I'm poppa large, big shot on the east coast(4x)
Now i'm back to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl
Poppa large looking out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
Learn to talk, learn to walk
And watch your step though, i'm hype and ripe though
Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho
A ricky ricardo, a guy lombardo
Sporting a ragtop, an el dorado
Step into hollywood, i'm screening the boulevards
The rhymes is gain type, i'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or ace, king or queen, call me the deuce
I'm pouring la juice
Hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, i never rhyme like them
On and on, on and on, on and on
Until the break of dawn
I go overtime, rock the mic in nighttime
Daytime, switching off to primetime
Specifically, strolling back in the west time
Rock the funk wit the mic in the east rhyme
Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, i ain't joking
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
Rhyme to ill, rhyme to romp
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
Rhyme to destroy anything toy boy
On the microphone
I'm poppa large, big shot on the east coast(4x)
You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As i flow and grow from head to toe
Seeking a style like john mcenroe
Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand
Like prince and michael coming out wit a big band
The crowd is loud, you can pay as teh manager
Run wit the money, i pull the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking life more serious
I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more
A son of sam, how could i begin more
Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
You're in living hell, the funk, pound to pound
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I'm coming out in sighting
Like i'm blackula, a better man that dracula
Spectacular and not irregular
In fact you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you can't be stop wit the
Beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my range is higher
My lyrical burns, your brain's on fire
Poppa large, big shot on the east coast(8x)
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Dance Naked #2
pull back the curtains,
tear down the walls!
open the forbidden door,
break the egg, and fly!
hold the child dying
of cholera in your lap.
wash the feet of the leper,
wipe the old man's ass...
kiss the cheek of the boy
who hung himself.
pick up the homeless man,
feed him, take him to a shelter.
clean the old woman's house,
help the single mom with her kids.
pick up the prostitute on the corner,
and offer to take her home!
take the gun away from
the boy strung out on dope.
take the preacher's donation
and give it to the soup kitchen!
plant a tree, plant a garden
leave your car at home, and walk!
give an illegal immigrant some work,
and pay him well!
read the Bible for yourself,
pray with people of different faiths.
take God off of the altar,
and be compassionate action!
feed the hungry, heal the sick,
free the oppressed!
stand in the face of life...
bare your teeht, and howl!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I wish I lived back in the Old West days, because I'd save up my money for about twenty years so I could buy a solid-gold pick. Then I'd go out west and start digging for gold. When someone came up and asked what I was doing, I'd say, 'Looking for gold, ya durn fool.' He'd say, 'Your pick is gold.' And I'd say, 'well, that was easy.' Good joke, huh
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Medley: Pick A Bale Of Cotton / On Top Of Old Smokey / Midnight Special
Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale of cotton
Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale a day
Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale of cotton
Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale a day
Oh lordy
Pick a bale of cotton
Oh lordy
Pick a bale a day
Oh lordy
Pick a bale of cotton
Oh lordy
Pick a bale a day
I said me and my buddy gonna pick a bale of cotton
Now me and my buddy gonna pick a bale a day
I said me and my buddy gonna pick a bale of cotton
Now me and my buddy gonna pick a bale a day
Oh lordy
Pick a bale of cotton
Oh lordy
Pick a bale a day
Oh lordy
Pick a bale of cotton
Oh lordy
Pick a bale a day
On top of old Smokey
all covered with snow
I lost my true lover
by courting so slow
For courting's a pleasure
And parting is brief
and a false-hearted lover
is worse than a thief
On top of old Smokey
all covered with snow
I lost my true lover
by courting so slow
Well, you wake up in the morning
Hear the ding dong ring
You go marching to the table
See the same old thing
See the fork on the table
Nothing in your pan
If you say a thing about it
You're in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine it's everlovin' light on me
If you ever go to Houston
Well you'd better act right
And you'd better not gamble
And you'd better not fight
For the sheriff will arrest you
And he'll take you down
And before you understand it
You are prison bound
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine it's everlovin' light on me (on me, on me)
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine it's everlovin' light on me (on me, on me)
(repeat)
song performed by by ABBA
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Dance
Come on, baby, while the moon is high
Kick up your heels and dance
Dont be nervous, dont be shy
And give yourself a chance
You can dance
Kick off your shoes and lose your blues
Pick em up, lord, put em back down
And around, and around, and around, and around.
Come on, baby, it must be fun
To be dancin in the clear moonlight
Otherwise, would everyone be out on
Such a cold and windy night?
We can dance.
Throw yourself away
Holy month of may
You can dance.
Listen to the music of the steel guitar
Dont it sound good
Hey now, nobody here tonight came to look at you,
No, no, no
Well I bet you five dollars that somebody starts a fire
Back in the woods, hey now
Everybody here tonight came to boogie
Have a good time, too
Come on, baby, while the moon is high
Kick up your heels and dance
Dont be nervous, dont be shy
And give yourself a chance
You can dance
Kick off your shoes and lose your blues
Pick em up, lord, put em back down
And around, and around, and around, and around
If I could lose my mind
If I could throw myself away.
song performed by by James Taylor
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Too Many Chicks
So many years
ago in days
of my youth,
as i was
walking down
the street uptown
saw a sign
which read
baby chicks
only 1 penney
each, what
a deal that
was i said
to my self
so i bought
100 of them,
took them home,
my mom said
too many chicks
that would be.
she let me
keep a few,
the rest went
back to feed
store, thus
ending my dream
of fame and fortune
as a chicken king tycoon.
One Less Bell To Answer
One less bell to answer
One less egg to fry
One less man to pick up after
I should be happy
But all I do is cry
(cry, cry, no more laughter)
I should be happy
(oh, why did he go)
I only know that since he left
My lifes so empty
Though I try to forget
It just cant be done
Each time the doorbell rings
I still run
I dont know how in the world
To stop thinking of him
Cause I still love him so
I spend each day the way I start out
Crying my heart out
(one less bell to answer)
I should be happy
(one less egg to fry)
One less man to pick up after
No more laughter, no more love
Since he went away
(one less bell to answer)
(one less egg to fry)
One less man to pick up after
No more laughter, no more love
Since he went away
He went away...
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Cash and carry
Portmanteaux thoughts golden shots
Platform Zoo animal freaks
Golden cages of golden chicks
Promo prosti- insti- tuition
Homo Lego rabotnik blocks
Shock wave chicks shock wave cocks
‘Te chiero Alexandro, es tu mort
Or just money short
I am a lady, u fool, back he shouts
Can cook can knit like Mr. Muscle
My shocking stockings of an ex-scout
Cash and carry cash me and run.'
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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