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Hey, laughing in the playground
Gets no kicks from little boys
Would rather make it with a letching gray, yeah
Or maybe her attention is drawn by aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play

 

Hey, cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along
She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song
She's a rich man stealer but her favour's good and strong
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate
Helps the poor man get along, hey

Posted

And don't it seem like
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight
No, but not with kicks, you just need help, girl

Posted

He found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you

 

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

Posted

Well if you ever plan to motor west
Jack take my way, it's the highway that's the best
Get your kicks on Route 66

Posted

I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you

Some get their kicks from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
That I get a kick out of you

Posted

French girls they want Cartier, Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world you can possibly imagine
English girls they're so prissy, I can't stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook, I don't want them to ever call at all

 

Posted

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good God almighty which way do I steer
For my
Cheeseburger in paradise

Posted

Doot do do do do doot doot
Living in the U.S.A

Come on, try it, you can buy it, you can leave it next week, yeah
Somebody gimme a cheeseburger, oh

Posted

Hey
Well, my temperature's rising, and my feet on the floor
Crazy people knocking 'cause they're wanting some more
Let me in, baby, I don't know what you got
But you better take it easy, this place is hot

 

And I'm so glad we made it
So glad we made it, you gotta

Gimme some loving (gimme, gimme some lovin')
Gimme some loving (gimme, gimme some lovin')
Gimme some loving every day

Posted

Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme dat ding, gimme dat, gimme, gimme dat
Gimme, gimme, gimme,
dat ding

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Posted

Once, I was swimmin' 'cross Turtle Creek
Man, them snappers all around my feet
Sure was hard swimmin' 'cross that thing
With both hands holdin' my ding-a-ling-a-ling

Posted

Been around the world and I, I, I
I can't find my baby
I don't know when, I don't know why
Why he's gone away
And I don't know where he can be, my baby
But I'm gonna find him

Posted

Mama and papa, little sister makes three
They're coming in the morning
That's the last you'll see of me
Oh lord, I been all around this world

Posted

It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Momma I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said, son

Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone (my son, yeah)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

Posted

Do you remember, 21st night of September?
Love was changing the mind of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away


Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing
As we danced in the night
Remember, how the stars stole the night away, yeah yeah yeah

Posted

If I could
Baby, I'd give you my world
How can I
When you won't take it from me?

 

You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way

Posted

There's no use tryin' to be what you're not
You run on a treadmill and you'll get tired a lot
So why not take some advice from me?
Even though I ain't no McCartney

 

Well, the moral of this story escapes me at this time
I've been too busy sitting here, just tryin' to make it rhyme
I'm a crazy drunken fool, and when I finish off this keg
I'm gonna piss on the fire, call in the dogs, an' head it on back to Bowlegs

 

Posted

I was totin' my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road
When along came a semi with a high an' canvas-covered load
"If you're goin' to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride"
And so I climbed into the cab, and then I settled down inside

 

He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand
And I said, "Listen, I've traveled every road in this here land"

I've been everywhere, man
I've been everywhere, man

 

Crossed the deserts bare, man
I've breathed the mountain air, man
Of travel I've had my share, man
I've been everywhere

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