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Oh Lord, won't you buy me A Mercedes Benz? My friends all drive Porsches I must make amends I worked hard all my lifetime No help from my friends Oh Lord, won't you buy me A Mercedes Benz?

Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching's is blue They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games Hiding out in treetops, shouting out rude names Whistling tunes We hide in the dunes by the seaside Whistling tunes We piss on the goons in the jungle It's a knockout

Who claims that no man is an island? While I land up in jeopardy More distant from you by degrees I walk this shore in isolation And at my feet eternity draws ever sweeter plans for me I know why, I know why Crazy on a ship of fools Oh, crazy on a ship of fools Turn this boat around, back to my loving ground Oh no, oh no Ship of fools

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill, in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needle work (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Sun is shinin' in the sky There ain't a cloud in sight It's stopped rainin', everybody's in the play And don't you know It's a beautiful new day? Hey Runnin' down the avenue See how the sun shines brightly in the city On the streets where once was pity Mr. Blue Sky is living here today, hey

There's a kind of hush All over the world tonight All over the world You can hear the sound of lovers in love You know what I mean Just the two of us and nobody else in sight There's nobody else And I'm feeling good just holding you tight

It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

Give her some funked up music, she treats you nice Feed her some hungry reggae, she'll love you twice The girls don't seem to care tonight As long as the mood is right FM - no static at all

Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently By putting your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee

Chantilly lace and a pretty face And a ponytail hangin' down A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk Make the world go 'round Ain't nothing in the world like a big-eyed girl To make me act so funny, make me spend my money Make me feel real loose like a long-necked goose Like a girl, oh baby, that's a-what I like

You know where you are? You're in the jungle, baby You're gonna die In the jungle, welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your shun-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-knees, knees In the jungle, welcome to the jungle Feel my, oh my, my, my serpentine

Looked down the bar I say to my bartender I said look man Come down here He got down there So what you want this time? I said look man A-what time is it? He said the clock on the wall Say three o'clock Last call for alcohol So what you need?

There's a crazy little shack beyond the tracks And everybody calls it the sugar shack Well, it's just a coffeehouse and it's made out of wood Espresso coffee tastes mighty good That's not the reason why I've got to get back To that sugar shack, whoa, baby To that sugar shack

One day while I was not at home While she was there and all alone The angels came Now all I have is memories of honey And I wake up nights and call her name Now my life's an empty stage Where honey lived and honey played And love grew up And a small cloud passes overhead And cries down on the flower bed That honey loved

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city light Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close, I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen, had no choice

The king is gone but he's not forgotten This is the story of a Johnny Rotten It's better to burn out than it is to rust The king is gone but he's not forgotten

I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me And every step I take reminds me of just how we used to be Oh, how can I forget you, girl? When there is always something there to remind me Always something there to remind me

You and I travel to the beat of a different drum Oh, can't you tell by the way I run Every time you make eyes at me? Whoa You cry and moan and say it will work out But honey child I've got my doubts You can't see the forest for the trees

Standing at the crossroads, trying to read the signs To tell me which way I should go to find the answer And all the time I know Plant your love and let it grow Let it grow, let it grow Let it blossom, let it flow In the sun, the rain, the snow Love is lovely, let it grow

We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow How soft your fields so green Can whisper tales of gore Of how we calmed the tides of war We are your overlords On we sweep with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore

She's winding them down on her clock machine And she won't give up 'cause she's seventeen She's a frozen fire, she's my one desire I don't want to hold her down Don't want to break her crown When she says, "Let's go I like the nightlife baby" She says, "I like the nightlife baby" She says, "Let's go"

I had to interrupt and stop this conversation Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection Oh, I can't control myself Oh, I can't control myself Oh, I can't control myself Don't leave me hanging on the telephone

What does desperation smell like? 🤔

One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie A girl so sweet that when she smiled, the stars rose in the sky We passed that summer lost in love, beneath the lemon tree The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two, Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four Lord, I'm 500 miles from my home 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles Lord, I'm 500 miles from my home