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Yeah, Blues
I won't ask where you're going
If you don't ask where I've been
'Cause if you're looking for an answer, baby
I wouldn't know where to begin.
I don't know what I want sometimes
But I sure know what I likes
You've got that thing about you
Gets me hot inside
Is wasn’t making no sense
When I wrote this song
Cause half way through it
You were turning me on
CHORUS #1
Lay me down
I just might be your kind
I'll show you a better way
We can do away the time
If you stop looking so hard
I think you just might find
I ain't finding it so bad
Might be the best thing you ever had
You know a little bout love
Well, I know a lot about hate
I believe you gotta make things happen
You believe in fate
But it won't be the first time that we didn't see eye to eye
You may not be religious
But I'll make you see God
If you give me a try
I know love can get me through it
If you give me that look we'll get down to it
CHORUS #2
Don't shoot me down
I'm not a social disease
You've got that thing about you
Bring a grown man to his knees
I'll teach you baby
Bout them birds and them bees
When you get around
To think about it ain't so bad
Might be the best thing you ever had
Best thing I ever had
Give me some of that
When I put out the dog
get them old ghosts out of bed.....
I ain't looking for a little to say
Baby some place to lay my head, dug
I'm the one to right your wrong
If you give me a chance, I'll turn you on
CHORUS #1
CHORUS #2
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Shit piled up to your knees
Her old man thinks
You're a social disease
Dog pissed on the floor left a stain
Your old lady's naggin'
Driving you insane
She stopped taking the pill
Then left you
Sued you for a mil
You've got your problems, boy
So damn great
Can't find a good wife
Can't find a good job
Can't find the keys to my car
I lost my dog
I lost my brain
I lost my girl to a big movie star (whatever)
Now I'm standing at the crossroads
Trying to find my way home
But the truth is baby I'm so
Lonely, lonely, lonely
Sometimes I'd
CHORUS
Just like to jump in and
Get me some funky
When push comes to shove
You talk too much
And way too rough
How bout we both shut up and lets make love
I'm home hanging
The walls banging
It's the neighbors next door
They're talking trashy
Or doing the nasty
They keep me up until four
So they keep on going more and more
I hear and say
"Lord, I'm half crazy"
I gotta get me some of that
In and out, and in and out,
and in and out !
CHORUS
When the clothes start flying
There's no denying
Gonna get some funky
Good, good funky
Your blood starts pumping
Baby we're on to something
Here Oh right here, right here baby
All you did was give a little little bit of mine
It sounds so simple
I bring the ripple
What's your state of mind?
How bout we drink, get drunk
Fall down into a big flesh pie
CHORUS
I said fly a plan, yes indeed
You be the flower, I'll be the seed
When Push comes to Shove
I said skip you lip and all the politics
Just both shut up and lets make love
It would sound like this:
Yeah-Stop
Alright
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I can't say I ain't been around
That I ain't done my time
Seems like this big old world
Has been one big shoe to shine
But I never ever took a dime
For what comes naturally
If I never knew the truth
Well she'd be fine with me
One night she stayed over here
And left her little black book behind
Well that little black book ain't little no more
And it wasn't too hard too find
She'd leave me in this lonely room
The thought just made me sick
It’s funny how the pieces fit
My baby gets around a bit
Yeah, my baby gets around a bit
Her pager would ring, its a funny thing
She'd have to go right away
She always has a wad of cash
Much more than her job could pay
I'd ask her where she's going to
And this is what she'd say
I’ve gotta meet someone for an interview
Who's only in town today
Always a little bit overdressed
Much more than thought he'd be
Her high heel shoes and day glow dress
Ain't seem strange to me
She'd leave me in this lonely room
While some stud got his fix
And then the thought occurred to me
My baby gets around a bit
Took her to the local bar
Where I like to hang
Every guy that passed her by
They all seemed to know her name
They all called her by a different name
And one of them winked at me
Some guy named Stan said "you're the man
I hear you get it for free"
She'd leave me in this lonely room
And the thought hit me like a brick
It's funny how the pieces fit
My baby gets around a bit
My baby gets around a bit
My baby gets around a bit
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C’mon Bret
Don’t touch me. now
Tell’em!
I’m gonna tell’em who we are
We were big rock singers
We've got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us)
We sing about beauty
And we sing about truth
At ten million dollars a show (yeah sure)
We take all kinds of pills
That give us all kinds of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get you
When you get your picture on
The cover of the Rolling Stone
CHORUS
(Rolling Stone) Gonna get our pictures on the cover
(Stone) Gonna buy five copies for our mothers
(Stone) Gonna see my smiling face on the
Cover of the Rolling Stone
That sounds like a very very good idea
I got a freaky old lady
Named Cocaine Katie
Who embroiders all my jeans
I got my poor old gray haired daddy
Driving my limousine
Now It’s all designed
To blow our mind
But our minds won’ really be blown
By the blow that'll get you
When you get your picture on the
Cover of the Rolling Stone
CHORUS
Hey I know how- Rock and Roll
We got a lot of
little teenage, blue eyes groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine
Indian Guru
Who's teaching us a better way
I got all the friends
That money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep getting richer
But we can't get our picture
on the cover of the Rolling Stone
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So you want to talk about the pain
Talk to me, please explain
Maybe I know what your going through
You got so much pain to hide
You keep it locked up deep inside
In a room no one gets to
I can't feel the way you feel
Maybe I, I got those same scars
Same scars to heal
This you've got to understand
I want to be the only man to
Ever touch you baby, to ever
CHORUS
I'm be there should your sun go down
Lift you up to a higher ground
Let me in, let me be the one
I'll be there should you fall from grace
Wipe those tear drops from your face
I see no more damage done
Baby, baby, just let me be the one
I want to be the one to shelter you
Should the rains come down
Never let you drown
I'll pull you through
I want to heal you when you scream
Be your prince when you dream
Hold you close when you cry
I want to feel your love, your hate
I'll bear your cross of pain
Love seal your fate
I comfort you in fits of rage
I'll be the book you can turn the page
I'll still love baby
CHORUS
I gotta touch you
I see no more damage done
Oh sweet child, you gotta let me
Play on
I hear the hurt
I hear the scars
Yes I will, baby
You can lay your hand right down
Down upon my heart
Then you'll learn to understand
I want to be the only man to
Ever touch you baby, ever touch you baby ever
CHORUS
I'll be calm in fits of rage
Hold you close in times of pain
I see more damage done
Baby, baby, you got to let me be the one
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I heard a funny thing about me
Lately I've been living on the edge
I won't say that ain't true,
But who the hell are you
I don't recognize my own face or my friends.
CHORUS
Hey, Mr. Smiley
Read the writing, on the wall
Wake up, Mr. Smiley
Before you don't wake up at all
Today, I hired me a yes man
He simply agrees with anything I say
He does all my dirty deals
And feeds me my pills
As long as I'm still breathing he gets paid
CHORUS
Yesterday I had a conversation
With all them voices in my head
One said I was no good
One said I should quit
One said I'll be fine just as soon as I get myself a fix
CHORUS
Put on Mr. Smiley
And I'm feeling ten feet tall
Bye bye, Mr. Smiley
You got to go now, they just called, they just called
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Jam Blues Man
There you lay all by yourself
So please allow me to introduce myself
I welcome you to the house of sin
Open you mind let the games begin
I'm your lust and I'm your greed
I'm every sick thought that you ever done dreamed
Leave you baby now you want some more
Mmmm, where have I heard that before
CHORUS
Why I am your
Why I am your
I'm just your sexual thing
Why I am your
Why I am your
I'm just your sexual
Ain't nothing but a sexual
I'm just your sexual thing
Lying there you look so horny
Talk is cheap and starting to bore me
(Talk is cheap and starting to bore me)
Hold me close and tell me it feels so good
But damn girl, you know it would
CHORUS
Glad to have met you, so pleased that you've come
But I must moving on, my work here is done
Best believe me, you, child, the pleasures been all mine
If you’re in need please do indeed call me anytime
Why I am your
Why I am your
I'm just your sexual thing
Why I am your
Why I am your
I'm just your sexual thing
They got you medicated
It’s got you so frustrated
He caught you masturbating
You better be fornicating
Well then you come to me
I'm gonna set you free
It's just a sexual,
Ain't nothing but a sexual
It's just a sexual thing
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I spent my life waiting
For that famous final scene
I believe you know the one
Where she falls in love with me
As for you,
You've been faking your smile
Filling your time on small talk and cheap wine
Knowing in your heart
There was someplace you'd rather be
So right or wrong
I wrote you this song
To tell you how's I feel
Don't put up no fight
You just turn on the lights
Walk over here to me
CHORUS
Lay your body down on me
Down on me, tonight, oh yeah
Let your tears fall down on me
Down on me tonight, oh yeah
As for me,
I've lied, denied to,
fight with and tried to
Apologize for all my ways
To all the women
Yet they're fool enough to fall in love with me
You played your role, like a movie
Forgot your lines, who is, who was, who would be
Somehow you lost track while real love slipped away
So for tonight, lets turn off the lights
And let those real feelings show
There's no wrong or right, but until you try
You're never gonna know
CHORUS
Before you was mine
I was so lonely
Ain't it a shame,
That I must feel pain
Before you can get back on your feet again
So lets draw the blind
Forget wasted time
Let them old demons die
Take a hold of my hand
And you'll understand
Why love's worth one more try
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Lately boy, your head ain't right
And nothing seems to thrill you
Word on the street is
No sex no more cause, it'll kill you
You touch, she fights,
You push, she shoves
Then she yells in your ear
No glove, no love
Oh, it ruined the mood
But you know she's right
When the big head stop
And the little head talks
You better learn how to walk the walk
CHORUS
As far as I can see
It's really no big mystery
It's the same old story
No ring, no gets
It ain't the boat you float
It's the motion in the ocean
And I quote:
Before you start pumping that fuel without your jets
No ring, no gets
This feeling coming over you
It's ferry full of strength and emotion
You keep thinking your smooth
Start making you move
But your lady starts causing a commotion
You want to round the bases
She knows that's for sure
Cause miss palm and her five sisters
Don't cut it no more
You know tonight you’d like to fly her kite
But the wind ain't blowing
You got that right
CHORUS
Women hold the lock
A man's known that for years
You're journey up inside to persuade that key
Could bring a man to tears
Your gun is loaded
You got her right in sight
About to pull your trigger
When the girl pulls out the lights
But keep your cool
Don't make a scene
Cause a cool headed man Will keep it clean
CHORUS
CHORUS
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When it's boy meets girl and it starts a fire
Two hearts burn with pure desire
A candle burns a midnight oil
Lust the love and raise the spoil
CHORUS
When the girl goes down
That's the way I like it
When the wheel goes round
Neither one can fight it
Can't fight the lust
Can't find the truth
Ain't nothing you can do
When the girl goes down
Hollywood and Vine and a hundredth floor
All the wives there couldn't take it no more
Now standing on the ledge and faces truth
As she ate em up spit 'em up as time was through
CHORUS
Misery loves company
Nothing you can do
When the girl goes down
I woke up this morning found the paper and read
The Hollywood police found a young man dead
No name, no face and no ID just no different from you and me
Mystery arrives in her strange world
And the story goes its boy meets girl
CHORUS
CHORUS
Can't fight the lust
Can't find the truth
Ain't nothing you can do
When the girl goes down
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I'm uneducated
My clothes outdated
I'm not politically correct
I still hate small talk
And fast cars and hard rock
Still adds up about 16, 18
I should be expressing
All my inner repression
I guess depression's now a cultural thing
My record company says
Blow my brains out my head
I make the cover of every magazine
CHORUS
Step inside my nightmare baby
Welcome to my trip
I cannot pretend and I will not defend
Why this good old boy's so tragically unhip
I still like bad girls
Who rock me hard in my world
Its monkey see and monkey do
When I'm around you
I got an old waterbed
I like trippin’ to the dead
I've keep a poster of Kiss on my wall
I still curse, smoke, drink and toke
and making love in the back of my car
CHORUS
I like that home grown
Mind blowing
You bringing
R rolling
They see strange talking
Mind stopping
Ass swinging
Street walking
Floozies
CHORUS
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When I was a child
Staring at the tube
I saw sex, violence
and death on the news
One day I saw the Duke kill someone
Daddy said don't worry boy
They're just acting son
All I want is attention from somebody
Somebody pay attention to me
Like them actors I got no shame
I want my fifteen minutes of fame
Doin' it as I seen on my TV
Doin' it as I seen on my TV
Can I get on the news if I kill my wife?
Would you respect me more if I took my life?
I tried to act and my career just flopped
So I beat up my neighbors and I got on Cops
All I want's a million from somebody
Somebody pay a million bucks to me
I could rope, shoot, rap and kill
And buy me a house in Beverly Hills, please?
Doin' it as I seen on my TV
Doin' it as I seen on my TV
I'd even do a porno flip
Like all them Hollywood chicks
I'm doin' it as I see on my TV
Took my girl to rent a porno movie
I thought that it'd be kind of groovy
I thought that'd this impress my lover
And there she was right on the cover!
All I want is attention from somebody
Somebody pay attention to me
I'm a man I got no shame
I want my fifteen minutes of fame
Doin' it as I seen on my TV
Doin' it as I seen on my TV
Hell I'd even do a porno flick
Like my hero Rocky did
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Well as she stepped into the room
Right then she got my eyes
She had an ass like a truck
and two amazing thumping thighs
She's big like no other
Just one big fat mother brick house
So impressed by those breasts
CHORUS 1
One more for the bone
She likes whips and chains and things
One more for the bone
She don't need no diamond rings
Couldn't get her through the door
So I did her on the floor
One more for the bone
Lets get naked baby
And roll under the sheets
I ask one favor baby
Don't roll on top of me
She's my Crisco queen
A non-stop love machine
On the scene like a sex machine
She ain't fakin' when we're makin' bacon
CHORUS 2
One more for the bone
Sparks may fly like the fourth of July
One more for the bone
Just don't get any in your eye
She's got me on a 2X4
So I don't fall in when she wants more
You got me all night baby
That other woman didn’t mean a thing.
Remember it ain’t over, baby
Until the fat lady sings
I got excited she through
Her ham hocks over me
One the size of a truck
The other the size of a tree
She whispered in my ear
Just more cushion for the pushin’ dear
Can't start a move when you get down to it
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
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When you was a child life’s a game
But you got all the rules all changed
Pray to a spiritual God for material things
Then wait by the phone but it don't ring
So if you feel like you fell behind
That mountain's got too big to climb
Want to hang your head and say screw it
Forget that shit lets get down to it
Come on, baby
CHORUS
Mind tripper
Dance sister
It'll set you free
Mind tripper
Dance sister
Keep the faith
forget the fame
Don't let your balls go down the drain
It'll set you free
The news man shoves it down our throats
The ratings sore, the victims choke
So your best stand clear
For a few of us who got no fear
So you feel like you sinned baby
You got nothing left, no no
Stop feeling like a number
You best forget that shit that you been told
Baby bring it on
CHORUS
Mind tripper
Dance sister
Bring her right here to me
Mind tripper
Dance sister
There ain't no way to change your past
Unless you get your head out of your ass
It'll set you free
That shit comes down for miles
And it really starts to stink
Then dump it in the ocean
Till the water is at the brink
And when that boat don't float no more
They're just gonna let it sink
Don't ask me no more questions, baby
You know what I think
Well, have heard about it
All the new talk on the streets
I'm coming on hard, baby
I hope you're ready for a brand new me
So get your head out of the gutter
That's no way to right that wrong
They'll be time enough for sleep
When your dead and gone I said
Bye bye, babe
CHORUS
Mind tripper
Dance sister
Bring her right here to me
Mind tripper
Dance sister
There ain't no way to change your past
Unless you get your head out of your ass
Mind tripper
Dance sister
Keep the faith
forget the fame
Don't let your balls go down the drain
It'll set you free
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Well, funky monkey’s in the jungle tonight
They got two by two don’t hear me right
Band playing loudly baby
Gone are the days when the days gone
I said gone
When the monkeys are gone
Gone or dead this is what they said
CHORUS
Lost Mary
Cries, cries, cries
Yeah yeah yeah, that is what she did
Lions sleeps, baby
Dies, dies, dies
I just want to funk you
That’s it
When the jungle sleeps
Is when the monkey shine
I said you do baby ? don’t mind
Back then deuces were wild
If the deuces left in than the deuces are wild
Can you dig it?
Oh that’s right
Yeah baby
When the monkey doesn’t shine
I said baby
CHORUS
Give me some of that
Well dime store cowboy shoot your gun
Knock them mother fuckers down, one by one
Money on up it’s in your face
Gimme no lip or get your face back here
When the monkey don’t sleep
And the monkey don’t shine
Well, the monkey don’t run on time
CHORUS
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Friday night at midnight
Looking for what I need
I heard a tale that somewhere
That a dude had a real go at me
So like a rat race cowboy
I slipped into the human zoo
Headed down for trouble
Got myself a drink or two
Well I took to the streets
And I took to the falls
Marched right in but I didn’t get involved
Manager said hey boy there’s the door
But I didn’t leave until I evened the score
CHORUS
I gotta face the hangman
Gotta pay for what I done
I gotta face the hangman
Or by the noose I swing
In the morning sun
Like a tipsy gypsy
Looking like I’d been had
But like the story says
This wild-eyed boy is bad
I got a police squad car
Taxi to the local slammer
They said
Son you’re gonna pay for what you’ve done
I don’t give a damn
Just cause I like to drink and dance all night
Just cause I like cat brawling, an old fist fight
Give me no lip boy or I’ll kick you in the mouth
Watch you head fly open and your teeth fly out
CHORUS
Now the judge looked at me and said
That boy, he's definitely guilty
Ooooh let him swing
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CHORUS
Your Mama don't dance and your Daddy don't rock and roll
Your Mama don't dance and your Daddy don't rock and roll
But when evening comes around and it's time to hit the town
Where do you go--You gotta rock it
The old folks say that
You gotta end your date by ten
But if you're out on a date
Don't you bring her home late cause it's a sin
You know there's no excuse,
You know you're gonna lose, you never win
I'll say it again
And it's all because
CHORUS
Everyone gather round let me tell you all about it
You see I pulled into a drive-in and I found a place to park
We hopped into the backseat where it's always nice and dark
We're just about to move thinking "Bret, this is a breeze"
There's a light in my eye and a guy says
"Out of the car, long hair!"
Oowee--you're coming with me
Said the local police
CHORUS
Play me a little C.C.
Your Mama don't dance, no
She just don't dance, no
Your Mama don't dance and your Daddy don't rock and roll
Ah, yeah
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We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did the words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say
CHORUS
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
I listen to our favorite song
playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here somehow
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess
CHORUS
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved a love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways
But now I hear you found somebody new
and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess
CHORUS
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What's got you so jumpy?
Why can't you sit still, yeah?
Like gasoline you wanna pump me
And leave me when you get your fill, yeah
Every time I touch you honey you get hot
I want to make love you never stop
Come up for air you push me to the floor
What's been going on in that head of yours
CHORUS
Unskinny bop
Just blows me away
Unskinny bop, bop
All night and day
Unskinny bop, bop, bop, bop
She just loves to play
Unskinny bop nothin' more to say
You look at me so funny
Love bite got you acting oh so strange
You got too many bees in your honey
Am I just another word in your page, yeah, yeah
Every time I touch you honey you get hot
I want to make love you never stop
Come up for air you push me to the floor
What's been going on in that head of yours
CHORUS
You're sayin' my love won't do ya
But that ain't love written on your face
Well honey I can see right through ya
We'll see whose ridin' who at the end of the race
What's right
What's wrong
What's left
What the hell is going on
CHORUS
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You know I never
I never seen you look so good
You never act the way you should
But I like it
And I know you like it too
The way that I want you
I gotta have you
Oh yes, I do
You know I never
I never ever stay out late
You know that I can hardly wait
Just to see you
And I know you cannot wait
Wait to see me too
I gotta touch you
CHORUS
Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
Behind the bushes
Till I'm screaming for more
Down the basement
Lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me
You know I call you
I call you on the telephone
I'm only hoping that you're home
So I can hear you
When you say those words to me
And whisper so softly
I gotta hear you
CHORUS
C.C. pick up that guitar and talk to me
CHORUS
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