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Thin Lizzy
Thin Lizzy


Background information
Origin Dublin, Ireland
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Hard Rock
Years active 1969—present
Label(s) Decca Music Group
EMI Group
Vertigo Records
Mercury Records
BMG International
Associated acts Whitesnake
Motörhead
Def Leppard
Wild Horses
Blue Murder
Funky Junction
Grand Slam
Dare
21 Guns
The Almighty
Website Website
Members
Vivian Campbell
Ricky Warwick
Scott Gorham
Marco Mendoza
Darren Wharton
Brian Downey
Former members
Brian Robertson
Phil Lynott
Eric Bell
Gary Moore
Midge Ure
Snowy White
John Sykes
Randy Gregg
Francesco DiCosmo
Eric Wrixon
Tommy Aldridge
Michael Lee



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Thin Lizzy Album


Remembering - Part 1 (1976)
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One of the black boys said
"I need none of your pity"
It's your mama that don't
Like you loose in the city

But stick about, take note
Take a tip, take no back lip
Come come a little closer
Let me see you snap your fingertip

Because standing on the corner
Just might suit you or maybe baby
There's something else you wanna do

Like rolling dice, nice
Like shooting pool, hey that's cool

I'm a little black boy and I don't know my place
I'm just a little black boy, I just threw my ace
I'm a little black boy, recognize my face

One of the black boys said
"I'm a giving a warning"
"People been putting me down"
"I'm so tired I'm yawning"

A new suit, pretty boots to boot
And I'm feeling slick
Gonna go to town, look around
And pull a chick

Of course standing on the corner
Might suit you or maybe baby
There's something else that you wanna do

Like playing poker, joker
Like to back a race, ace

I'm a little black boy and I don't know my proper place
I'm a little black boy, get my head in its space
I'm a little black boy, I just play my bass
I'm a little black boy, it's no disgrace

. . .


These words I wrote, play and sing to you
Do not convey the love I brought and bring to you
For this is a song for while I'm away
To say all the things I'd love to say

You are my life, my everything, you're all I have
You are my hopes, my dreams, my world come true
You're all I have
Please heed me now these words I have to say

Now I'm headed for the border
You see this song it ends right at the start
I swore when I was younger
No one would win my heart

And far away hills look greener still
But soon they'll all slip away
It's then I'll be returning
And I'll be coming home to stay

You are my life, my everything, you're all I have
You are my hopes, my dreams, my world come true
You're all I have
Please heed me now these words I have to say

. . .


The senorita took off her bobby socks
She said she's gonna wear a skirt that shocks
She's pulling out all the stops
To get her Randolph back again

Meanwhile Randolph, he's back at the ranch
He's getting ready for tonight's song and dance
He's doesn't know he doesn't stand a chance
His last affair will be his last romance

The senorita will be there waiting
Don't go my Randolph slow tango with me

Underneath the Latin moonlight
The danced and seen a falling star in flight
To the strum of guitars she held him tight
She wants her Randolph back again

Meanwhile it's worthwhile for Randolph to wait
'Till he gets the nerve then he won't hesitate
He doesn't know but he's just bit the bait
He just asked if he could make a date

The senorita will be there waiting
Don't go my Randolph slow tango with me

The senorita's heart is in love
She wearing white tonight, looks as pure as a dove
She's thanking God and all the heavenly stars above
Randolph's romance is back again

Meanwhile Randolph smiles and says he'll give her ten
She doesn't come so he just counts again
And he's been there since he does not know when
He's thinks she's stood him up but in the end

The senorita won't keep him waiting
Don't go my Randolph slow tango with me

ooh la-la...
Senorita dance cheek to cheek
ooh la-la...
We will dance off into the sky

. . .


Little girl in bloom
With happy heart you wipe aside
Any sadness, sorrow or gloom
Tomorrow you'll be a blushing bride
That loves her blushing groom

Little girl in bloom
You watch the men play cricket
From the window in your room
See the ball go from bat to wicket
Pass away the afternoon

Little girl in bloom
Carries a secret
The child she carries in her womb
She feels something sacred
She's gonna be a mammy soon

When your daddy comes home
Don't tell him till alone
When your daddy comes back
Go tell him the facts
Just relax and see how he's gonna react

Little girl in bloom
All the clouds will go drifting by
So sing your lullabying tune
Every word is in your eyes
As you sit and softly croon

Little girl in bloom
Your love it fills the air
With the scent of the sweetest, sweet perfume
You feel so good you just don't care
You're gonna be a mammy soon

When your daddy comes home
Don't tell him till alone
When your daddy comes back
Go tell him the facts
Just relax and see how he's gonna react

. . .


(chorus)
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Gidda gadda aga (? )
Sitamoia
Gidda gadda aga (? )

(chorus)
(chorus)
(chorus)

Hey mister can I shine your shoes?
Hey mister can I sing the blues?
Hey mister do you think it's gonna snow?
Hey mister my heart belongs to glasgow

Hey mister can I ask a question or two?


Hey mister what are we supposed to do?

Children abandoned and left to america
Children forsaken in ethiopia
Hey mister so you think it's gonna snow?
What about the children though?

Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia
Sitamoia

(chorus) to fade

. . .


Little darling, gonna be a rock and roll star
Little darling, gonna play electric guitar
Little darling, I'd like to get to know you
Pleased to meet you, how do you do?

Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling

Little darling, gonna love you tonight
Little darling, gonna shake, shake, boogaloo
Little darling, can I rattle my bones and dance with you?
And later on there'll be some lovie dovin'


A little kissing
A little hugging
A little holding you

Little darling, what's your mama mama going to do?
Little darling, when she finds out I stayed out all night with you?
Little darling, I'm gonna miss kissing you
Little darling, I'm gonna miss kissing you

Little darling
Little darling
Little darling
Little darling

Little darling, gonna love you tonight

. . .


Remember those golden days
We used to walk hand in hand
I was your friend, your fool, your lover
I was your man

I can see you then
Smiling, looking straight at me
You caught me unawares, I blushed
Let's sit beneath this tree

I can't get over the change in you
I can't get over the change in me

And I keep on remembering the old days
I keep on remembering the old ways

I can recall you running to a sweet shop
You stopped
Bought me something
And you handed it to me

You were my girlfriend then
The first that I ever had
The first that I ever kissed
And the first to make me sad

I can't get over the change in you
I can't get over the change in me

I keep on remembering the old days
I keep on remembering the old ways

Oh yeah

I keep on remembering
I keep on remembering

Oh yeah

I keep on remembering the old days
I keep on remembering

Your pretty dress
With the zip up the back
I used to love you like that
I used to love you like that

Oh yeah
I keep on remembering
I keep on remembering all about you

. . .


I'm gonna creep up on you
I'm gonna creep up on you
I'm gonna creep up on you
I'm gonna gonna

The writing on the wall showed the scandal
Pointed out the victim of the vandal
The lady was upset by the angle
Scratch your back and hot to handle

I'm gonna creep up on you
I'm gonna creep up on you
I'm gonna creep up on you
I'm gonna gonna

You're sly, you're slick, you're sleek, you're outstanding
My legs are week, my heart, it beats, it's pounding
Soon you're gonna weep in your sleepless surrounding
`Cause I'm the one taking you down for grounding

I'm gonna creep up on you
I'm gonna creep up on you
I'm gonna creep up on you
I'm gonna gonna

Little lady let me take a little bit of your love

. . .


As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said, "Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take you!"

Musha ring dum a doo dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha ring dum a doo dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary, I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me and I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired off my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels

Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin'
And some men like to hear the cannon ball a-roarin'
Me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain yeah

Musha ring dum a do dam a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

. . .


I am your main man if you're looking for trouble
I'll take no lip 'cause no ones tougher than me
If I kicked your face you'd soon be seeing double
Hey little girl, keep your hands off me 'cause I'm a rocker

I love to rock and roll
I get my records from the Rock On stall
Sweet rock and roll
Teddy boy, he's got them all

Down at the juke joint me and the boys were stompin'
Bippin' an a boppin', telling a dirty joke or two
In walked this chick and I knew she was up to something
I kissed her right there out of the blue

I said "Hey baby, meet me I'm a tough guy"
Got my cycle outside, you wanna try?
She just looked at me and rolled them big eyes
And said "Ooh I'd do anything for you 'cause you're a rocker"

That's right I'm a rocker

I love to rock and roll
I get my records from the Rock On stall
Sweet rock and roll
Teddy boy, he's got them all

. . .


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