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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
Got an urge, got a surge and it's outta control
Got an urge I wanna purge
'Cause I'm losing control
Uncontrollable urge I wanna tell you all about it
Got an uncontrollable urge let me... scream and shout it!
(He's got an uncontrollable urge)
I've got an uncontrollable urge
(He's got an uncontrollable urge)
I've got an uncontrollable...
It's got style, it's got class
So strong, I can't let it pass I gotta tell you all about it
I gotta scream and shout it!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
Lyrics
Got an urge, got a surge and it's outta control now!
Got an urge I wanna purge 'cause I'm losing con-trol
Uncontrollable urge I wanna tell you all about it
Got an uncontrollable urge let me... scream and shout it!
That's right!
(He's got an uncontrollable urge)
I've got an uncontrollable urge
(He's got an uncontrollable urge)
I've got an uncontrollable...
It's got style, it's got class
So strong, I can't let it pass I gotta tell you all about it
I gotta scream and shout it!
I got an uncontrollable urge I wanna tell you all about it
An uncontrollable urge make me scream and shout
And I say yeah!
(He's says yeah!)
And I say yeah yeah!
(He says yeah yeah!)
And I say yeah!
(Yeah!)
And I say yeah yeah!
(Yeah yeah!)
And I say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!
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(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get me no satisfaction and I try and I try and I try t-t-t-t-try try
I can't get no I can't get me no
When I'm riding in my car
And a man comes on the radio
He's tellin' me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no
uh no no no
hey hey hey
That's what I say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get me no girly action
When I'm watchin' my tv
And a man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts could be
But he can't be a man 'cause he does not smoke
The same cigarettes as me
LyricsI can't get no
uh no no no
And when I'm flying around the world
And I'm doin' this and I'm tryin' that
And I'm trying to make some girl
Tells me baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
Baby better come back later next week can't you see I'm on a losing streak
I can't get no
uh no no no
hey hey hey
That's what I say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no
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you got your left hand
you got your right hand
you got your left hand
you got your right hand
the left hand's diddling
while the right hand goes to work
I said the left hand's diddling now
while the right hand goes to work
you got both hands
you got both hands
you got praying hands
you got praying hands
they pray for no man
they pray for no man
roll over, play dead
Lyricsget spiritual minded
OK, relax
and assume the position
go into doggie submission
wash your hands three times a day
always do what your mommy does say
brush your teeth or they'll fall away
wash your hands three times a day
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she was walking all alone
down the street in the alley
her name was Sally
I never touched her
she never saw it
when she was hit by space junk
in New York Miami Beach
heavy metal fell in Cuba
Angola Saudi Arabia
on Xmas Eve said NORAD
a Soviet sputnik hit Africa
Lyrics
India Venezuela
Texas
Kansas
it's falling fast Peru too
it keeps coming
and now i'm mad about space junk
i'm all burned out about
spacejunk
oooh walk & talk about space junk
it smashed my baby's head
and now my Sally's dead
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mongoloid he was a mongoloid
happier than you and me
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
and it determined what he
could see
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
one chromosome too many
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
and it determined what he
could see
and he wore a hat
Lyrics
and he had a job
and he brought home the bacon
so that no one knew
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
his friends were unaware
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
nobody even cared
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they tell us that
we lost our tails
evolving up
from little snails
i say it's all
just wind in sails
are we not men?
we are DEVO!
we're pinheads now
we are not whole
we're pinheads all
Lyrics
jocko homo
are we not men?
D-E-V-O
monkey men all
in business suits
teachers and critics
all dance the poot
are we not men?
we are DEVO!
are we not men?
D-E-V-O
we must repeat
o.k. let's go! (oh, give it up! God made man but he used the monkey to do it. apes in the plan and we're all here to prove it I can walk like an ape talk like an ape. i can do what monkeys do. God made man but a monkey supplied the glue)
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think I got your dial tone
think I got Billy Baxter's bone
think I got a bubble-sac
think I got a Big Mac attack
hold the pickles hold the lettuce
special orders don't upset us
all we ask is that you let us
serve it your way
too much paranoias
my mom's afraid to tell me
the things she's afraid of
I been dipped in double meaning
I been stuck with static cling
think I got a rupto-pac
think I got a Big Mac attack
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Something about the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat
There's a method to your movements
That really gets my goat
I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core
I've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
Centered round long time ago
On your ability to torment
Then you took your tongs of love
And stripped away my garment
I looked for sniffy linings
But you're rotten to the core
LyricsI've had just about all I can take
You know I can't take it no more
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
I got a gut feeling
I got a gut feeling, feeling
Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again
Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again
Oh move it up and down now
Oh move it all around now
Slap your mammy down
Slap your mammy down again
Oh move it up and down now
Oh move it all around now
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Yeah, come back Jonee
Gotta come back now Jonee
Yeah, come back Jonee
Jonee be good
Treat her like you should
You made her cry
Jonee you're bad
You're gonna make her sad
Jonee went to the pawnshop
Bought himself a guitar
Now he's gonna go far
You gotta love 'em and leave 'em
Sometimes you deceive 'em
After the teardrops
Jonee jumped in his Datsun
Drove out on the expressway
Went head-on into a Semi
His guitar is all that's left now
Lyrics
He made her cry
Now she calls his name
Jonee you're to blame
Come back Jonee
Yeah, come back Jonee (Jonee! Jonee!)
Jonee, Jonee, Jonee (Jonee! Jonee!)
You gotta come back now Jonee (Jonee! Jonee!)
Well, Jonee be good (Jonee! Jonee!)
Treat her like you should (Jonee! Jonee!)
You made her cry (Jonee! Jonee!)
Well Jonee you're bad (Jonee! Jonee!)
You're gonna make her sad (Jonee! Jonee!)
Jonee! Jonee!
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i saw my baby yesterday
she spent her money on a car
it didn't get her very far
so my baby said to me
you know my baby she
said sloppy
i think i missed the hole
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well it's a god-given fact
that you can't go back
no you can't go back
it's a god-given law that
you're gonna lose your ma
yes you're gonna lose your ma
it's a god-given fact
you gotta buy 'em by the sack
gotta buy 'em by the sack
it's a god-given law that
you're gonna get small
yes you're gonna get small
may be just another rap
but you're running out of sap
yes you're running out of sap
well you better take that rap
Lyricsdying under daddy's cap
dying under daddy's cap
it's at the top of the list that
you can't get pissed
no you can't get pissed
it's rule #1
living right isn't fun
living right isn't fun
time-tested and true
you gotta pooty poo-poo
gotta pooty poo-poo
shrivel up, Devo!
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