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You can tell Gail, if she calls
That I'm famous now for all these rock and roll songs
And even if that's a lie
She should've given me a try
When we were kids on the field of the first day of school
I would've been her fool
And I would've sang out your name in those old high school halls
You tell that to Gail if she calls

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I've got a red leather tie and pair of rugger pants
I put them on and I went to the high school dance
Dad said I had to be home by eleven
Aw, man, I'm gonna miss Stairway to Heaven

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Well, I don't care about history
Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school
'Cause that's not where I wanna be
Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school
I just wanna have some kicks
I just wanna get some chicks
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school

 

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… We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world
Are washing their cars on their lunch break
Hosing and scrubbing as best they can in skirts in suits

 

… They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me

 

… 'Cause all I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard

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Cold coolin' at a bar, and I'm lookin' for some action
Feel like Mike Jagger said, I can't get no satisfaction
The girls are all around, but none of them wanna get with me
My threads are fresh and I'm lookin' def', yo, what's up with L-O-C?

 

The girls is all jockin' at the other end of the bar
Havin' drinks with some no name chump
When they know that I'm the star
So I got up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina

 

I asked the guy, "Why you so fly?" he said, "Funky Cold Medina"
You know I'm saying
Funky Cold Medina

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We were so close, there was no room
We bled inside each others wounds
We all had caught the same disease
And we all sang the songs of peace

 

Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand and frown
Lay down, lay down, lay it all down
Let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand and frown

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She wrote her number down
She gave it to me
They had to scrape me off the floor
In this transient town
Waiters and dealers trying to get their foot in the door
That night I called her, she said
Daddy, daddy, daddy, all my life
I've been trying to find my place in the world
(I said to her)
Baby, baby, babe I got all night
To listen to the heart of a girl

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Got a bug from you, girl
But I don't need no cure
I just stay a victim
If I can for sure


All the good love when we're all alone
Keep it up, girl
Yeah, you turn me on

 

I'm hooked on a feeling
I'm high on believing
That you're in love with me

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Do you wanna be an angel, do you wanna be a star?
Do you wanna play some magic on my guitar?
Do you wanna be a poet, do you wanna be my string?
You could be anything
Do you wanna be the lover of another?
Undercover you could even be the man on the moon

 

Do you wanna be the player, do you wanna be the string?
Let me tell you something
It just don't mean a thing
You see it really doesn't matter when you're buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallized

 

Still, you turn me on
(...)
Still, you turn me on
Mmmm, you turn me on

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You better make your face up with your favorite disguise
With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run!

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Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the West Side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town's in tatters, I've been shattered
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan

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… You're so slick, honey
Know every trick now
You know I want it
I want it so bad
You know I need it
I can't believe it
So come on baby
Please relieve it

… Got to give it to me
You got to give it to me
Got to give it to me
You got to give it to me

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