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(Pierce-Tillis)
Oops scooby-doo balena go gal go
Bopalena Bopalena
She's my gal
Bopalena Bopalena
She's my gal
She's my gal and I love her so
Oops scooby-doo balena go gal go
School bell's a'ringing
Everybody's going out
Going to the shack gonna shake it all about
Bopalena lookin like a rose from the wild
Man I dig that sweet juvenile
When she gets it going she's a real cool chick
Does the bebop like a pogo stick
Bopalena Bopalena
She's my gal
Bopalena Bopalena
She's my gal
She's my gal and I love her so
Oops scooby-doo balena go gal go
My patent leather boots on my hound dog feet
Me & Bopalena gonna walk the beat
With the old juke box at the (Teton Shack)
When we get it going gonna pull the jack
Bopalena-- (gone to feet that talk)
Look at her go on a camel walk
Bopalena Bopalena
She's my gal
Bopalena Bopalena
She's my gal
She's my gal and I love her so
Oops scooby-doo balena go gal go
Well the school bell's a'ringing
Everybody's going out
Going to the shack gonna shake it all about
Bopalena lookin like a rose from the wild
Man I dig that sweet juvenile
When she gets it going she's a real cool chick
Does the bebop like a pogo stick
Bopalena Bopalena
She's my gal
Bopalena Bopalena
She's my gal
She's my gal and I love her so
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(k.d. lang)
Let's settle down
The world won't stop spinnin' round
We'll get out of this mess-
Wait and see.
Wait and see is that what you'll do?
you think I'm mental in anguish over you?
Does the fact that we may die urge you to pine and stew?
Do you think I'm mental in anguish for you?
I can't lie beneath the sky
concern of mine is you.
(Tell me that your tan is via the sun.)
Tell me that the plan won't hurt anyone.
OOOOOh...
We will get out of this mess
wait and see
Wait and see is that what you'll do
you think I'm mentally anguished for you
Does the fact that we may die urge you to pine and stew
Do you think I'm mentally anguished over you?
I can't lie beneath the sky
concern of mine is you
No, I can't lie beneath the sky
concern of mine is you
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(S. MacDougall)
I feel frustration comin' back
I'm not sure just where I'm at
I'm losing touch w/ what I'm trying to be
I need someone to show the way
Not someone to share the blame
Well it's not down to you
It's up to me
Don't wanna hang from someone's string
Or answer someone else's ring
The things I'm wanting most in life are free
No, living hand-to-mouth's no treat
Till bitter end the dream's still sweet
It's not down to you
It's up to me
Well, it's up to me
Lord it's up to me
It's not down to you
It's up to me 2X
Well, I feel frustration coming back
I'm not sure just where I'm at
It seems the times and I just don't agree
But I can stand on my own feet
I won't quit until I'm beat
Well it's not down to you
It's up to me
It's up to me
Lord, it's up to me
It's not down to you
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(k.d. lang/G. Matthews/F. Scott/D. Bjarnason)
Knowing things that I do
And showing myself to you
My habit-forming, tradition-ignoring ways to you are fine
Well I'm tickled pink to think
That you're mine
I dug up a missing link
When I uncovered you
My lonely days are now extinct
With this evolution of you
I'm tickled pink
Seeing things that you do
And being one of the few
Whose habit-forming, tradition-ignoring ways to me are fine
Well I'm tickled pink to think
That you're mine
A glance from you
I'm on the brink of melting to the core
As told to me by my instinct
There's ecstasy galore in store
I'm tickled pink
Seeing things that you do
And being one of the few
Whose habit-forming, tradition-ignoring ways to me are fine
Well I'm tickled pink
To think
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(k.d. lang/G. Matthews)
When I wink at you with one of my eyes
Mean to meet behind the barn in 5
I'll be waiting with a sweet surprise
Oooh...
Folks might wonder where we've wandered to
Might be doing things we aint' supposed to do
I just wanna spend some time alone with you
Oooh...
Hanky Panky
Hanky Panky
Hanky Panky 2X
Maybe tomorrow we can go for a ride
In the country sitting side by side
I've got some things that I'd like to confide
Hanky Panky
Hanky Panky
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(E. Miller/ D. Haddock/ W.S. Stevenson)
There you go
Walking away
Each step you take
Bring heartaches my way
She's won your heart
I've lost it someway
The way I feel
You're walking away
If I hadn't cheated
And I hadn't lied
I'd be the one
Walking by your side
I love you still
I guess that it shows
The way I feel
There you go
If I hadn't cheated
And I hadn't lied
I'd be the one... I'd be the one
Walking by your side
I love you still
I guess that it shows
The way I feel
There you go
The way I feel
There you go
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(Stewart MacDougall)
I'd have time on my hands
Time to make some plans
Time to take a different point of view
Time to take a walk
And time to sit and talk
But you know I'm too busy bein' blue
I'd have time to fool around
time to paint the town
Time to spend each night
With someone new
Time to be alone
And time to stay out all night long
But you know I'm too busy bein' blue
I'd have time to leave behind
For to you and all your kind
Time to leave behind the world we knew
But I'm still occupied
Just rememberin' how we cried
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(Patsy Cline)
An old cool cat from way downtown
He's been boppin all around
This old world were living fast
Afraid some day were gonna run outa gas
If your'e travellin that way too
I'l tell you folks what you better do
You gotta
Stop, look and listen
Don't know what you're missing
Stop, look and listen
You might be missing kissin
If you're travelling slow
You'll go a long long way
Well Farmer Jones he came to town
Saw that boppin all around
Learned to do it, there's no doubt
Fraid some day he'll burn his motor out
If you're travellin that way too
I'll tell you folks what you better do
You gotta
Stop, look and listen
Don't know what you're missin
Stop, look listen
You might be missing kissin
If you're travelling slow
You'll go a long long way
First came the boogie, then the bunny hop
Now the (rumble, samba) then the bop
I don't know what's comin next
This old world's in a terrible fix
If you're travellin that way too
I'l tell you folks what you better do
You gotta
Stop, look and listen
Don't know what you're missin
Stop, look listen
You might be missing kissin
If you're travelling slow
You'll go a long long way
I know a cool cat from way outta town
He's been boppin all around
This old world we're living fast
Afraid some day were gonna run outa gas
If you're travellin that way too
I'll tell you folks what you better do
You gotta
Stop, look and listen
You don't know what you're missin
Stop, look listen
You might be missing kissin
If you're travelling slow
You'll go a long long way
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(G. Elgar)
Through garbage dumps
He sought his game
The things thrown out
Were the things he gained
Back alley waste
And dirt from litter
He collected it all
And he ate it
For dinner... dinner... dinner...
Hooked on junk
Hooked on junk
Hooked on junk.. junk...junk...junk... junk
Sally looked in disgust
How could a man write such stuff
What about real life
What about the way things really are
What a gross person she was
Sally threw her head back
She began to up...up...
Upheave violently
Her guts tore from the sickening chore
Detecting something foul
She cried out for more bowel
"More bowel" she cried
"More bowel!"
She found her head
Lying in a bowl of toilet collectibles....
Collectibles....
Collectibles...
I could see she was sick
So I called her lawyer and ordered some
Hooked on junk
Hooked on junk
Hooked on junk.. junk...junk...junk... junk.
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