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a1 - be

b1 - big apple blues

a2 - lightning never strikes twice

b2 - dead men tell no tales

a3 - gypsy roadhog

b3 - she's got the lot

a4 - dogs of vengeance

b4 - it ain't love but it ain't bad

a5 - when fantasy calls

b5 - the soul, the roll and the motion

a6 - one eyed jacks with moustaches


a1 - be

Be helpful to the shy man
But be wary of the sly man, oh baby
Be guidance to the blind man
And be thankful to the kind man, oh baby

Be scintillating, aggravating, penetrating, overrating baby
Don't you know
Be hostess with the mostest to whoever comes the closest, oh baby
Don't you know

Be faithful to the true man
Sympathetic to the blue man, oh baby
Be dwarf against the tall man
Be a giant against the small man, oh baby

Be scrutinizing, tantalizing, appetizing, full moon rising baby
Don't you know
Be mistress with a history of mystery and twistery, oh baby
Don't you know

Stand up, stand up, stand up and be yourself
Stand up, stand up, a don't ya be nobody else
Cause me, well you see, I don't need nobody else

Be beauty for the plain man
But be sane for the insane man, oh baby
Don't you know
Be dirty for the clean man
And be shirty to obscene man, oh baby
Don't you know

Be understanding, undemanding, hand in hand, happy landing baby
Don't you know
Be harem scarem, grin and bare ‘em, wash and wear ‘em, do or dare ‘em baby
Don't you know

Stand up, stand up, stand up and be yourself
Stand up, stand up, a don't you be nobody else
Cause me, well you see, I don't need nobody else

Be beauty for the plain man and be sane for the insane man
And be faithful to the true man, sympathetic to the blue man, oh baby
Don't you know
Be helpful to the shy man and be wary of the sly man
And be guidance to the blind man and be thankful to the kind man, oh baby
Don't you know

Be mistress with a history of mystery and twistery, oh baby
Don't you know
Be hostess with the mostest to whoever comes the closest, oh baby
Don't you know

Stand up, stand up, stand up and be yourself
Stand up, stand up, a don't you be nobody else
Cause me, well you see, I don't need nobody else

Stand up, stand up, stand up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stand up, stand up, stand up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stand up, stand up, stand up
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Cause me, well you see, I'll never need nobody else
No, no, no
Cause me, well you see, I'll never need nobody else
No, no, no
Cause me, well you see, I'll never find nobody else
I'll never find nobody else, I'll never find nobody else
Like you, no, no


a2 - lightning never strikes twice

Lightning never strike twice, lightning never strike twice
Lightning never struck me twice in one place
From an electric cloud to an electric cloud
Lightning take me for a ride into space

Saw a fast fallen star, I saw a fast fallen star
Saw the twisted candle melting aways
Heard a rooster crow, I heard a new day grow
Saw a sign that said way out in a maze

Who did slip me de fin
I don't know where to begin to come down
Who did slip me de trip
It ain't hip, I need a grip or I'll drown

From an eternity to an eternity
I crossed the universe and wanted to stay
Passed through infinite time, I passed through infinite time
Saw creation from the opposite way

Who did slip me de fin
I don't know where to begin to come down
Who did slip me de trip
It ain't hip, I need a grip or I'll drown

Lightning never strike twice, lightning never strike twice
Lightning never struck me twice in one place
And I drove in my car to catch a fast rising star
Many who are gonna sink without trace

Heard a rooster crow, heard a new day grow
A saw the sign that said way out in a maze
From an eternity to an eternity
I was born again but still in a daze

Who did slip me de fin
I don't know where to begin to come down
Who did slip me de trip
It ain't hip, I need a grip or I'll drown

Who did slip me de fin
I don't know where to begin to come down
Who did slip me de trip
It ain't hip, I need a grip or I'll drown

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


a3 - gypsy roadhog

Powdered my nose in Alabama
Out on a limb
Powdered my nose in Indiana
Ain't that a sin
I had to get my butt out quick
It always works the old old trick
I got away just in the nick of time, that's why

I powdered my nose in Oklahoma
Over the top
I wasted away in New Orleans
I couldn't stop
Down in the alley happy dust
Me and Ramona we was getting bust
I got away just in the nick of time, that's why

I got the nickname the gypsy roadhog
On the California trail
I gotta keep my wheels moving on
I gotta keep me outa jail

Oh, I powdered my nose in San Francisco
Down on the bay
Went to my head down in New York City
I was blasted away
And two ugly scuts bust in the room
And they took away my little silver spoon
I got away just in the nick of time, that's why

I got the nickname the gypsy roadhog
On the California trail
I gotta keep my wheels moving on
I gotta keep me outa jail

I'm coming through, through, through
I'm coming through, through, through
I'm coming through, through, through

I'm looking for you
Keep them wheels moving on, moving on
Keep turning, turning, turning on
On the California trail


a4 - dogs of vengeance

They'll chase you, they'll race you
They'll run you to ground
Them dogs of vengeance on the prowl
They'll haunt you, they'll taunt you
They won't make a sound
Mark well the trickery, dogs that don't howl

They'll psych you, they'll strike you
They're hot on your heels
Them dogs of vengeance are unreal
They'll track you, they'll crack you
They'll melt nerves of steel
Some sad obituary, you are the meal

So come to my castle you innocent souls
Some good entertainment I've planned
Come to my chamber and I will unfold
Some exquisite passion so grand
Some torment, the best in the land

They'll hound you, then surround you
Then get set to attack
Them dogs of vengeance on the prowl
They'll claw you, then tug a war you
There'll be no turning back
Accept my sanctuary, throw in the towel

So come to my castle you innocent souls
Some good entertainment I've planned
Come to my chamber and I will unfold
Some exquisite passion so grand
Some torment the best in the land
Some exquisite passion so grand
Some torment the best in the land
Some good entertainment I've planned
Them dogs are still hard on your heels
Them dogs gonna melt nerves of steel
Them dogs gonna make you the meal


a5 - when fantasy calls

Juicy fruit, a cock a hoot
Coming on strong
You're coming on strong
Not so fast, make it last
The feeling takes time
It's yours and it's mine

Woah, when fantasy calls
It takes all the balls you possess
Oh, them houses of pleasure
Where can I find this address

Ughh

Ooh, what's in store, thrills galore
Turning me on
Ooh, you're turning me on
Slip and slide, open wide
The feelings so good
Ooh, just like it should

Woah, when fantasy calls
It takes all the balls you possess
And them houses of pleasure
Where can I find this address

Woah oh, when fantasy calls
It takes all the balls you possess
And them houses of pleasure
Where can I find this address


a6 - one eyed jacks with moustaches

Right

Oh, one eyed Jacks with moustaches are wild on the side
Two eyed queens making passes with childs on the side
A hard hearted mamas who ain't cold as ice on the side

And bald headed eagles like to feather their nests on the side
The wide eyed Madonnas like to treasure their chests on the side
Smooth talking gigolos are going along for the ride

Hit me, hit me, hit me Mac
A gimme the jack before I pack
Hit me, hit me, hit me Joe
A gimme the hit before I go
Rocking it on

Gonna tell ya pretty mama that you don't know no lie
I'm gonna tell ya pretty baby you won't make me cry
Umma, gumma, umma, umma, make me feel good
Woo, pretty baby, baby just like it should
A come a, come a, baby don't you tell me no lie
Come a, come a, honey, honey don't make me cry

The hard hearted mamas are sure on the side
And one eyed Jacks with moustaches are wild

I said one eyed Jacks with moustaches are wild on the side
And two eyed queens with eyelashes that flashes and cry
A hard hearted mamas who talk to you nice on the ride

Hit me, hit me, hit me Mac
A gimme the jack before I pack
A hit me, hit me, hit me Joe
A gimme the hit before I go
Rocking it on, on, on


b1 - big apple blues

Ahh, city streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep
Woah, what a sight all the yellow and tans and the black and whites
There's also a dark shade of blue, just strutting along two by two
Their guns hanging low like the cowboys you dig in the old gunfights

But still I got hooked on them big apple blues
And I got hung up on them big apple blues
And I got strung up on them big apple blues
I ain't got nothing to lose

Them hot licks from the hicks satisfy the Manhattan chicks
Them cool schmucks get their hooks on the bucks with their sexy looks
Woah, they all know how to do, what good little girls shouldn't do
Oh, I don't care 'bout evasion cause all of that hassle sucks

But still I got hooked on them big apple blues
And I got hung up on them big apple blues
And I got strung up on them big apple blues
I ain't got nothing to lose

I got turned on, I got turned on
I got turned on, I got turned on
I got turned on, I got turned on
I got turned on, I got turned on
I got turned on, I got hooked on
I got switched on, I got turned on
I got turned on, I got hooked on
I got switched on, I got turned on, yeah eh

Oh, city streets where the steam and the heat never goes to sleep
And city walls standing tall, if you fall no one hears you call
And there are bodies all filled up with wine, saying buddy have you got a dime
The apple ain't bad, it's just bruised and I'm glad that it's there at all

But still I got hooked on them big apple blues
And I got hung up on them big apple blues
Well I got turned on, switched on, hooked on them big apple blues
I got hooked on, shnooked on, cooked on them big apple blues
Why I got turned on, turned on, turned on, turned on to them blues
Why I got hooked on, cooked on, shnooked on them big apple blues
And I got hooked on them big apple blues
I ain't got nothing to lose


b2 - dead men tell no tales

On the day we pulled the bank job
Mugsy Baker, he stopped some lead
He don't always pack the hardware but
We sure did need some bread

Everything was a running smoothly
All the folks were cool and calm
Till some smart ass, he came the hero
And then he sounded the alarm

Dead men don't tell no tales, no deceit and no betrayals
Their only time, time, time, is fading away
Dead men don't tell no lies, they don't need no alibi's
Their only time, time, time, is wasting away

Soon the building was surrounded
Not a chance to make a break
We was trapped and the cops were closing in
Them bullets a were no fake

As the good guy he lay there bleeding
Me the bad guy, I started to retch
Then old Mugsy, he caught a ricochet
We were heading for a stretch

And dead men don't tell no tales, no deceit and no betrayals
Their only time, time, time, is fading away
Dead men don't tell no lies, they don't need no alibi's
Their only time, time, time, is wasting away

In the holdup there was Mugsy
Me and Benjamin the bear
Mugs would rather go down fighting just
To save him from the chair

Dead men don't tell no tales, no deceit and no betrayals
Their only time, time, time, is fading away
And dead men, they don't tell no lies, they don't need no alibi's
Their only time, time, time, is wasting away


b3 - she's got the lot

Chic a boom, chic a boom
Chic a boom, chic a boom

That painted lady, that satin doll
That lazy shady walk that makes her look like a moll
Dressed up in diamonds, she won't take no less
Guess someone must have put her into that dress

She's got the lot, what she's got's all her own
She's got so much that she can leave some at home
She won't come in unless she knows she's invited
Her feel, her smell, her touch just gets me, oh, so excited

That wild aroma, Paris perfume
It just takes over when she walks in the room
Won't get neglected, she don't get no chance
Don't feel rejected if she refuses to dance

She's got the lot and what she's got's all her own
She's got so much that she can leave some at home
She won't come in unless she knows she's invited
Her feel, her smell, her touch just gets me, oh, so excited
A little bit now

That chic cheeky lady, she's gonna get what she picks
She can wear you out and she can milk you dry with them tricks
That wiley styli lady, a with sophisticated quips
She can eat you up and she can spit you out with them lips

She's got the lot and what she's got's all her own
She's got so much that she can leave some at home
She won't come in unless she knows she's invited
Her feel, her smell, her touch just gets me, woo, so excited

Chic a boom, chic a boom


b4 - it ain't love but it ain't bad

Backstage rendezvous are healthy
They realise it ain't for keeps, ooh ooh
Nitty gritty recreation
I have to go without some sleep

Ooh, ooh, it ain't love but, ooh ooh, it ain't bad
Some of them a one night stands, ooh ooh, that I've had
Keeping me happy all the time I'm on my own
Keeping me satisfied when I'm away from home

Backdoor ladies so persuasive, uh
Ooh, how they work to take you in, ooh ooh
They guarantee you sheer exhaustion
They notify my next of kin

Ooh, ooh, it ain't love but, ooh ooh, it ain't bad
Some of them a one night stands, ooh ooh, that I've had
Keeping me happy all the time I'm on my own
Keeping me satisfied when I'm away from home

Hail the rock 'n' rolling backbone
Cause bigger names, they're out to win, ooh ooh
No complication or frustration
They don't keep you sane but they keep you thin

Ooh, ooh, it ain't love but, ooh ooh, it ain't bad
Some of them a one night stands, ooh ooh, that I've had
Keeping me happy all the time I'm on my own
Keeping me satisfied when I'm away from home

Ooh ooh, it ain't love
Ooh ooh, it ain't bad
Ooh ooh, it ain't love
Ooh ooh, it ain't bad
Ooh ooh it ain't love
Ooh-ooh, it ain't bad
Ooh ooh, it ain't love


b5 - the soul, the roll and the motion

Woah, you can call me the jumper
And you can call me the king of the bounce
Well you can call me the jumper
And you can call me the king of the pounce

It's the soul and the roll and the motion
It's the strength and the length and the notion

Well the first time I saw you I just couldn't ignore you
And I wanted you right there and then, yeah
The first time we tried it I got right there inside it
We did it all over then all over again

I said call me the leaper
And you can call me the king of the stroke
Well call me the leaper
Cause I'm the love king with plenty of poke

It's the soul and the roll and the motion
It's the strength and the length and the notion

Woah ho ho ho oh oh

Well the first time we made it, your reaction okay'd it
And I wanted you down to the ground, yeah
The two of us knew it that if sometime we blew it
We'd get it together, yeah, the next time around

Everybody call me get lucky
You can call me the get lucky king
Woah oh oh, call me get lucky
Well you can call me the bee with a sting

It's the soul and the roll and the motion
It's the strength and the length and the notion

Well the first time I saw you I just couldn't ignore you
And I needed you down to the ground, yeah
The two of us knew it that if sometime we blew it
We'd get it - next time around

I said call me the jumper
Cause I keep coming back for some more
Woah oh oh, call me the jumper
And I'm the get lucky king, that's for sure

It's the soul and the roll and the motion
It's the strength and the length and the notion
It's the soul and the roll and the strength, the length

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