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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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Make me shine just a little bit, just a little bit
(With just a touch of love)
It's in my mind just a little bit, just a little bit
(You got to)
Keep me high, baby, just a little bit, just a little bit
(With just a touch of love)
Can we spend some time?
(Can we spend some time?)

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I’m a little bit country
And I’m a little bit rock 'n roll
I’m a little bit of Memphis and Nashville
With a little bit of Motown in my soul

I don’t know if it’s good or bad
But I know I love it so
I’m a little bit country
And I’m a little bit rock n roll

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Meanwhile I was thinkin'

 

If she's in the mood no need to break it
I got the chance and I oughta take it
If she can dance we can make it
C'mon queenie let's shake it

 

Go, go, go, little queenie
Go, go, go, little queenie
Go, go, go, little queenie

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When I think about those nights in Montreal
I get the sweetest thoughts of you and me
Memories of love above the city lights
Oooo, I've tried so hard to take it
But alone my heart won't make it

 

I just wanna stop
And tell you what I feel about you, babe
I just wanna stop
I never wanna live without you, babe
I just gotta stop
For your love...
 

Edited by Bill from NYC
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When I think of those east end lights
Muggy nights, the curtains drawn
In the little room downstairs

Prima Donna, Lord you really should have been there
Sittin' like a princess, perched in her electric chair

 

 

 

 

 

Edited by WhoTom
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Report to the dance floor honey

You n your girls got moves

Look at u u got back groove

N I could do a little 1 step 2

I don't stand at the bar I pass through

You've heard I'm a star its true

I've bin doin it since electric boogalooed

Maximum vibes I wanna get too

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Me and my uncle

Went ridin' down
South Colorado

West Texas bound
We stopped over

In Santa Fe,
That bein' the point

Just about halfway
And you know it was the hottest part of the day

 

 

 

Edited by WhoTom
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I was tuning in the shine on the late night dial
Doing anything my radio advised
With every one of those late night stations
Playing songs bringing tears to my eyes
I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
When the switch broke 'cause it's old
They're saying things that I can hardly believe
They really think we're getting out of control

Radio is a sound salvation
Radio is cleaning up the nation
They say you better listen to the voice of reason
But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio

I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me

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Decide yourself if radio's gonna stay
Reason it could polish up the gray
Put that, put that, put that up your wall
That this isn't country at all
Radio station decide yourself

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Far
We've been traveling far
Without a home
But not without a star

 

Free
Only want to be free
We huddle close
Hang on to a dream

 

On the boats and on the planes
They're coming to America
Never looking back again
They're coming to America

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