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(Mickey Jupp)
Leave a late show
Still feel alive
Want a place to go
Round about five
Down to the doctors
Down to the doctors
Come on down to the doctors
Make you feel good all night
Everybody needs a shot of R'n'B
So come on down to my surgery
Down to the doctors
Down to the doctors
Come on down to the doctors
Make you feel good all night
Eight bars on piano
Down to the doctors
Down to the doctors
Come on down to the doctors
Make you feel good all night
Come here baby
Ain't gonna do you no harm
I just want to shoot
Some rock'n'roll in your arm
Down to the doctors
Down to the doctors
Come on down to the doctors
Make you feel good all night
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(Lee Brilleaux/Gypie Mayo)
If everybody is saying that
Love is free
How come they keep it
Under lock and key
When it comes to love
You've gotta shop around
On and off, the foreman sell it by the pound
Every kind of vice
Is only merchandise
When you're making love
Check your wallet every minute
Cause that little girl
Wants everything that's in it
Another thing with love
Apart from the money
You might get stung
If you're stealing honey
Every kind of vice
Is only merchandise
When you're feeling down
And you take it on the streets
Take your boys, you'll need them
It's gonna lift you off your feet
You really gonna fly
When you remember what I said
Moaning like a sleeper
And you'll wish that you were dead
Now it's lovin' or it's leave her
Or it's this or that
The man who's selling tickets
That's getting fat
Every kind of vice
Is only merchandise
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(Eddie Floyd/Steve Cropper)
You can bring joy
Like I never had
I'm gonna' be right near you
As long as I can
That's why
I can be lonely
But you can be found
And I ain't lonely baby
You're always around
That's why
Things get better baby
When I'm with you
Things get better baby
When I'm with you
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I can't live without you
I know that you're mine
I can't lose this feeling
You stay on my mind
That's why
Things get better baby
When I'm with you
Things get better baby
When I'm with you
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White boy in town
Big black, blue sound
Night club, I paid in
I got a stamp on my skin
Main attraction dead on his feet
Black man rhythm with a white boy beat
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
Stay put I wanna go
Hard work, bad show
More liquor, it don't help
He's gonna die, it breaks my heart
I decided eventually
This ain't doing a thing for me
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
They got him on milk and alcohol
Got up, I walked out
To the car, start it up
Feel bad, sad night
I never saw a red light
Sirens were a screamin' all around
I pulled on over and I shut her down
A black cop gave me a shove with his gun
Said up against the wall and don't make a run
They got me on milk and alcohol
They got me on milk and alcohol
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(Gothehrer/Fieldman/Goldstein)
Get up in the morning kick the covers from my bed
The sunlight in my eyes is playing tricks with my head
I work like a dog on the job every day
I'm tryin make some money so I can go and play
In the night time
That's the right time
In the night time
That's the right time
I wanna be with you in the night time
I come home from work you know I'm tired and I'm beat
I run in the kitchen get me something to eat
I jump in the shower wash the world off my back
I'm gonna get you baby that's a natural fact!
In the night time
That's the right time
In the night time
That's the right time
I wanna be with you in the night time
- Break - Guitar and Harmonica -
A hundred million people they got nothing to say
They're running around in circles they just live for today
Stick with me baby I'll show you how to fly
We'll make such pretty music watch the world go by
In the night time
That's the right time
In the night time
That's the right time
I wanna be with you in the night time
- Break - Guitar and Harmonica -
Get up in the morning kick the covers from my bed
The sunlight in my eyes is playing tricks with my head
I work like a dog on the job every day
I'm tryin make some money so I can go and play
In the night time
That's the right time
In the night time
That's the right time
Here we go
I wanna be with you in the night time
In the night time
In the night time
That's the right time
Back in the night time
Mmmmm that's the right time
Yes that's the right time
That's a nice time
That's my time
Mmmmm night time
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(phil baxter)
Some people like to rock
Some people like to roll
Their movin' and grovin'
Satisfy my soul
Let's have a party
Let's have a party
Let's send them to the store
Let's buy some more
Let's have a party tonight
I've never kissed a bear
I've never kissed a goose
I shake a chicken in the middle of the room
Let's have a party
Let's have a party
Let's send them to the store
Let's buy some more
Let's have a party tonight
Now honky tonky joe
Is knocking at the door
Bring him in fill him up
Set 'em on the floor
Let's have a party
Let's have a party
Let's send them to the store
Let's buy some more
Let's have a party tonight
Let's have a party
Let's have a party
Let's send them to the store
Let's buy some more
Let's have a party tonight
I've never kissed a bear
I've never kissed a goose
I shake a chicken in the middle of the room
Let's have a party
Let's have a party
Let's send them to the store
Let's buy some more
Let's have a party tonight
Have a party tonight
Have a party tonight
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(Lee Brilleaux/Gypie Mayo)
Take a little tip from Mr. Johnny Green
Keep your rear view mirror clean
Keep an eye on the road and the one behind
Increase your speed if you're so inclined
Gotta to go faster
Gotta get along
Gotta to go faster
Put your foot to the floor
Push yourself just a little bit more
Take a little tip from Mr. Nosebleed Sam
Kissed the screen in a traffic jam
It minced his face and it bust his nose
Broke his leg and ripped his clothes
Gotta to go faster
Gotta get along
Gotta to go faster
Grit your teeth, clench your jaws
Push yourself just a little bit more
Take a little tip from Mr. Racetrack Tony
Stick it on the nose and ride your pony
Dance for the winner and ride your nag
Take your dinner from a new nose back
Gotta to go faster
Gotta get along
Gotta to go faster
Ride your nag till your sore
Push yourself just a little bit more
Gotta to go faster
Gotta get along
Gotta to go faster
Grit your teeth, clench your jaws
Push yourself just a little bit more
Take a little tip from Mr. Johnny Green
Keep your rear view mirror clean
Keep an eye on the road and the one behind
Increase your speed if you're so inclined
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(nick lowe/gypie mayo)
I stand accused of late night crime
She picked me out of an i.d. line
It wasn't me
No sir, it wasn't me
No matter what you say
I was miles away
It wasn't me
Things look bad
In our fast lane
The judge looks mad
But this is a frame
It wasn't me
No sir, it wasn't me
This is a real nightmare
Cause I was elsewhere
It wasn't me
Now I've been in trouble one time before
But why in hell they wanna nail me now
It wasn't me
No sir, it wasn't me
This time it ain't no use
I ain't got no proof
It wasn't me
This time it ain't no use
I ain't got no proof
It wasn't me
- guitar break -
She turn on the tears
She starts to cry
The jury
's out I'll say bye bye it wasn't me
No sir, it wasn't me
They think I'm tellin' lies I was a passerby
It wasn't me
Now I like to drink like anyone else
But I'm nearly sure it wasn't myself
It wasn't me
No sir, it wasn't me
It was a cold black night
And she wasn't my type
It wasn't me
It was a cold black night
And she wasn't my type
It wasn't me
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(Brilleaux/Sparks/Mayo)
Like a big ol' jar of worms with skinny legs
Can't see no chicken sittin' on a pigeons egg
Like a big ol' bag of nails hard bitten too
Good thing for me
I've got someone sweeter than you
Bye bye baby, might see you later
Sittin' in the bar of the Sugar Shaker
When I get home from work
And want something to eat
All you ever feed me baby
Taste like monkey meat
Like a big ol' bag of nails hard bitten too
Good thing for me
I've got someone sweeter than you
Bye bye baby, might see you later
Sittin' in the bar of the Sugar Shaker
- Guitar Break -
Climb hard down the night hawks
Higher than they ever been
Bolder than the brass baby
Turned your fingers green
Like a big ol' bag of nails hard bitten too
Good thing for me
I've got someone sweeter than you
Bye bye baby, might see you later
Sittin' in the bar of the Sugar Shaker
Bye bye baby, might see you later
Sittin' in the bar of the Sugar Shaker
This is where I loose my temper with the waiter
Sittin' in the bar of the Sugar Shaker
This is where I loose my faith in human nature
Sittin' in the bar of the Sugar Shaker
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