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Monkey Do The Dance
02:48
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I’ve been around for a thousand years
Chased those tails to the top of the trees
If you see me dancing to that jungle beat
Ask Joe Banana who’s running the street
Monkey do the dance
Monkey do the dance tonight
I’ve drank enough whiskey I could sink a small town
It ain’t for no reason that I wear this crown
You won’t hear me crying, I ain’t singing the blues
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Monkey do the dance
Monkey do the dance tonight
I’ve poked a bunch of souls, I’ve ripped them to shreds
I’ve lurked there all along, from whites to reds
I know them raw, inside & out
I’m the monkey king, stop messing about
Monkey do the dance
Monkey do the dance tonight
Monkey do the dance
Monkey do the dance tonight
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Never been Chicago, never been LA
Never been Atlanta, I’m just goin’ my way
All I know is Texas, riding down the plains
Love is just a game when you got no name
Ain’t no particular time
That you got me thinking of
Well, I’m a little too far away now
Everything alright, just gambling through the night
Never been Hawaii, never been Vermont
Never been Missouri, sure I hope I won’t
All I know is Texas, riding down the smoke
Love is just a trail of some weird old joke
Ain’t no more faraway lands
That you got me dreaming of
Too late for loving you now
Thanks for all the light, just gambling through the night
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3. |
Got Juice Got Gas
03:32
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Well, I’m that guy with a twinkle in his eye
You know that guy, never say goodbye
One more line, one more line, one more line
Got goosebumps down down the spine
A tingling sensation, homemade revelation
Step into my office, never take a seat
I say tonight, you stay on your feet
Alright, the whole night
I got juice got gas I got gasoline
I got juice got gas I got gasoline
I got juice got gas I got gasoline
I got juice got gas I got gasoline
Well, I’m the guy that waits for you outside
You know that guy, just rollin’ my thing on the side
One more line, one more line, one more line
Well now there is no place for you, for you to hide
A tingling sensation, homemade revelation
Step into my office, never take a seat
For I say tonight, you stay on your feet
The whole night, alright
I got juice got gas I got gasoline
I got juice got gas I got gasoline
I got juice got gas I got gasoline
I got juice got gas I got gasoline
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4. |
California
04:03
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California, your sun is burning my eyes
California, no way to reach for your skies
California, your light is making me blind
California, the roads I’m leaving behind
California,
Your heart is beating like a tight drum roll,
All faces dancing, painted in gold
California, and now I enter your dream
California, I find bodies supreme
California, all your women are blonde
California, out here to beyond
California,
Your path is lonely and it’s taking its toll
I see it taking on my wounded soul
California, before it gets too sweet
California, put me back on my feet
California, it’s getting out of control
California, just lo and behold
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5. |
Love For The Money
02:56
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Woke up in the morning
Nineteen fifty-three
Looking for her lover
Nowhere he’s to be
Days gone, days gone by
Days gone by when you feel so high
She’s in love for the money
Locked down in her dream
Love for the money, nowhere in between
Nowhere in between
Taking off her night gown
And leaving into town
Looking for the right one
Nowhere to be found
Nights roll, nights roll round
Nights roll round when you feel so down
She’s in love for the money
Locked down in her dream
Love for the money, nowhere in between
Nowhere in between
Stepping on the dancefloor
Moving to the sound
Band is playing rumba
Just for her tonight
Tears roll, tears roll round
Tears roll round in a great comedown
She’s in love for the money
Locked down in her dream
Love for the money, nowhere in between
Nowhere in between
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6. |
Mr Border Patrol
05:52
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Mr Border Patrol, is my paper alright?
Mr Border Patrol, where do I sleep tonight?
I don’t like your airports and your devil’s play
I don’t like your style, you won't let me stay
Mr Border Patrol, you always have it your way
Mr Border Patrol, is my favour all night?
Mr Border Patrol, is my skirt too tight?
You see, it’s not about me, it’s about my kid
He’s just a seven-year old, they'll never know what you did
Mr Border Patrol, please don’t lift that lid
Mr Border Patrol, is my present just fine?
Mr Border Patrol, it’s all nice and shine
Will you accept or will you reject my sign?
Can’t you see, out here I can’t get what’s mine
Mr Border Patrol, let me go this time
Mr Border Patrol, you know nothing about war
Mr Border Patrol, you greedy, want more
You put me down all night, you treat me like a whore
You know nothing but pain, you just lock the door
Mr Border Patrol, are you rotten to the core
Mr Border Patrol, are you rotten to the core
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7. |
Chicks Are Packed
06:10
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There’s trouble in this backdoor alley
Long blond hair and her name is Kelly
Her friends Ramona, Samantha and Sheryl-Lee
Legs flying high as far as you can see
No wonder my boys are up for a little twang
They’ve had just enough of this silly street gang
Now they’re ready for a little piece of the action
What they want now off these girls is satisfaction
But I can tell you tonight something ain’t right
I can tell you tonight there could be a fight
These chicks are bad and it’s a fact
Never trust a babe now if she’s packed
When the chicks are packed
What you gonna do?
When the chicks are packed
What you gonna do?
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I’m gonna pretend how everything’s fine
As long as you will pretend that you’re mine
I said baby, you really got me this time
After all of the games that you played with my mind
You left me hanging down, down in the grit and the grime
I said baby, you really got me this time
Why don’t we sit down and talk, now it’s your moment to shine
We’ll have a minute or two, with some blues and a little wine
I said baby, you really got me this time
I said baby, you really got me this time
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9. |
Girl Power
03:08
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First I was afraid, I was petrified
Couldn’t find my way
I was alone, cast aside
I almost lost my faith
She put in my place, back on my two feet
Pulled me back from the grime
She got girl power
I feel it in my bone
Girl power
Blood in the stone
Girl power
Just bring it on home
Well, look around, what you see?
A world of pain inside
She knows her fears, she knows mine too
She’ll take us on both on a ride
She got girl power
I feel it in my bone
Girl power
Blood in the stone
Girl power
Just bring it on home
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10. |
Letters From Home
04:56
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My babe’s gone, for a long holiday
My babe's gone, on her own vacation
And so tonight, she got got another man in sight
My babe is embraced by some new friend's arms
My baby don't write
Long letters from home
My baby don't write
Long letters from home
There's no more light, even now when it's dawn
My heart is alive, but cold as a dead man's hand
My baby don't write
Long letters from home
My baby don't write
Long letters from home
Tonight I cry, but my tears are all in vain
There’s no one but you who can feel my pain
My baby don't write
Long letters from home
My baby don’t write
Long letters from home
And now I know… my babe ain't coming home
Nah, she ain’t coming home
She ain’t never coming home
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11. |
Dealer
05:50
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My dealer can get you anything
My dealer can get you anything, alright
But before you engage in your late night spree
One thing that you have to see
It’s a quarter to three, and I don’t have his number on me
No, no, no... no, no, no
He don’t mind if you sit all day
In an opposite cafe
He don’t mind if you hang all night
Down by the launderette
'Cause that's where the street dogs come to howl
Scuttlin’ around, waiting for that call
My dealer can get you anything
My dealer can get you anything
But before you engage in your late night spree
One thing that you have to see
It’s a quarter to three, and I don’t have his number on me
No, no, no... no, no, no
(air sax solo)
Just glance behind the corner
See him wigglin' down the road
Yeah, that’s the one, that high street gambler,
Cellophane packed with a handful of load
It might take an hour,
Might take a little bit more
Well, it might turn a little bit sour
Sweeter it will be when you hit your score
Quickly, turn left and walk down straight
Down by the alley, behind the broken gate
Guaranteed you’ll be coming for more
Every time you hit that perfect score
My dealer can get you,
My dealer can get you anything, a-ha
But before you engage in your late night spree
One thing that you have to see
It’s a quarter to three, and I don’t have his number on me
No, no, no... no, no, no
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12. |
When It Rains
03:56
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When it rains out here, it rains all day
When it rains out here it rains all day
Babe’s gone tomorrow, love was here to stay
Drizzle in the morning, heavy showers in the night
Drizzle in the morning, heavy showers in the night
Babe’s gone tomorrow, heart wants to be alright
My nights are long, can’t you feel the biting cold
My nights are long, can’t you feel the biting cold
Babe’s gone tomorrow, she put our love on hold
Lightning strikes tonight, thunderstorms in the sky
Lightning strikes tonight, thunderstorms in the sky
Tears my soul apart can’t you hear it cry
When it rains out here, it rains all day
When it rains out here it rains all day
Babe’s gone tomorrow, love was here to stay
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