No man can seek his marrow in the Kirn, so weil as he that hes bin in it himself.
Scotch proverbs
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Romeo
My baby wears his heart on his sleeve
He wears a look on his face that says please please please
Love it everything he flaunts love it
Everything he vaunts I just cant hesitate
When he wants what he wants
Oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
And I said oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
Last night he calls me on the telephone
You know at two in the morning I just want to sleep on
But he got a way with words and
He got a way with charm
You know at three in the morning hes back into my arms
And I said oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
And I said oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my romeo oh, oh
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my r-o-m-e-o, romeo
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my romeo oh, oh
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes mine
My my romeo, my my romeo, my my romeo, my my romeo
He looks so good the girls stop and stare
But I soon wanna look with his double dark hair
Im not gonna let him go
Im not taking any chance
Its a one in million mad mad romance
Oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
Oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka, oh chucka
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my romeo oh, oh
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my r-o-m-e-o, romeo
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes my romeo oh, oh
Hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy, hes the boy
Hes mine, romeo
My my romeo, my my romeo
Hes my romeo
My my romeo
Hes my romeo
My my romeo, hes my romeo
My romeo..
song performed by Donna Summer
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King Billy Chips In
Boss Oberseer, Dat BULLUMTIN! Goo' day, boss Plurry 'ot!
Bloke tell me writum BULLUMTIN, bin plenty bacca got.
'You Billy, makum writin'-yabber,' bloke he say to me;
'Him quick bin pay fer writin' - plenty tsugar plenty tea.'
S'pose mine write it pretty good, you gib it two t'ree poun'?
Bin teachum mishum station plenty good write yabber down.
Mine jes' bin readin' BULLUMTIN alonga scrub. Ma word!
Mine tink it Gub'mint yabber 'bout de bee' de kin I heard.
Mine tink it pitcher budgerry - dat Lin'say an' dat Hop.
Mine tink it dem corrob'ree songs been alla same up top.
Bin plenty good, dat lubra yabber; Red Page, berry fine;
Dat White Australia policy jes' same alonga mine.
But, tell you straight, boss, all dat talk 'bout 'possum, 'roo and snake,
Bin pull your leg, mine tink it. It bin all a plurry fake.
Mine s'pose dem blokes bin walkabout dat bush down Sydney way.
Bin talkum t'ro' dere ploomin' hat 'bout eberyting dey say!
Bin catchum snake, mine tink it, outer bottle, longa pub.
Too much dam lie about dem tings dey neber seen in scrub.
Ma wud! Mine plenty bin in bush; bin plenty much out back,
But neber meet dem pfellers anywhere alonga track.
Mine tink dey catchum too much corns dey walk alonga scrub,
Dey don't bin losum sight of bed an' plenty pfeller grub.
Mine neber meet dat 'Dandalup' or 'Wang,' or 'William Cann.'
Dat 'Quan,' mine tink, drive butcher cart, an' 'Snell' bin tramway man.
Mine tell you, boss, dem blokes no good; dey all bin habin' you.
Mine tink dat 'Chimmie Pannican' bin plurry chackeroo!
So boss, you listen longa me; you make quick catchum sack,
An' Billy him bin send you plenty yabber 'bout outback.
S'pose you gib it glasserrum, mine writum Wil' Cat too.
You gib it bottle rum, mine run whole plurry show for you.
Don' bin forgettum bacca, rum, when you bin writin' nex';
Mine wantum plenty bad; ma wud! Mine bin yours, BILLY REX.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Hard Rock Kid
(tom lang/additional lyrics by myles goodwyn & mike stone)
Published by goody two tunes, inc./additional publishers - bmi
The boy inside the man, looks hard into the night
The neighborhood cant get to sleep
The stereo is playing something hard and fast
The boy is tough, he plays for keeps
No ones gonna tell him hes too wild
Everybody knows hes a problem child
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Its a hard time, its a fine line, for a hard rock kid
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Leave him alone, hes in a hard rock zone
In the shadows, theres a heart thats beating strong
And through the night, he feels the heat
Hes like a stranger as he dances on the stage
Hes made a promise that he cant keep
But no ones gonna tell the boy hes wild
Everybody knows hes a hungry child
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Its a fine line, its a hard time, for a hard rock kid
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Leave him alone, hes in a hard rock zone
She watches as he turns, pretending not to care
And yet she knows the way he feels
The need for love so strong, together they can win
For now the musics all thats real
But no ones gonna tell the boy hes wild
Everybody knows hes a problem child
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Its a hard time, its a fine line, for a hard rock kid
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Leave him alone, hes in a hard rock zone
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Its a hard time, its a fine line, for a hard rock kid
Hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock, hes a hard rock kid (kid)
Leave him alone, hes in a hard rock zone
song performed by April Wine
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Emotional
Ooh yeah yeah yeah
Here comes the soul
Gimme that soul
Ooh hes emotional
Hes an emotional man
Sacrify the day
And bless the night
Want you to come and do me
Ooh hes emotional
Hes an emotional man
Hes got tears in his eyes
Watch him break down and cry
Watch me cry
Hear me babe
Was soll ich dir noch sagen
Es ist doch alles schon gesagt
Ohne uns sind wir die hlfte wert
Wir gehn vorbei und sehn es nicht
Hes a desperate man in a world so cold
Und du weit, ich habe ein herz wie ein lwe
Hes just longing for a woman to hold
Und das herz geht so lange zum messer bis es sticht
Do me
Ooh hes emotional
Hes an emotional man
So emotional
I had my woman right here
I had her in the palm of my hand
Want you to come and do me
Ooh hes emotional
So emotional
Hes an emotional man
Hes got tears in his eyes
Watch him break down and cry
Watch me cry
Still hear me babe
Ich wei, da die frau die mich ertrgt noch nicht geboren ist
Aber ich bitte dich, komm zur welt
Hes a desperate man in a world so cold
Und du weit, ich habe ein herz wie ein lwe
Hes just longing for a woman to hold
Und wenn du willst, dann geh ich down on my knees and pray to
The spirits above, do me
Ooh hes emotional
So emotional
Hes an emotional man
I had my woman right here
I had her in the palm of my hand
Want you to come and do me
Ooh hes emotional
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song performed by Falco
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Noble Surfer
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
The surfers call him noble
And thats just what he is
Hes dedicated to the mighty sea
Surfin night and day
Never twice in one spot
Hes somethin you and I would like to be
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Hes not afraid of body whop
From ten feet or more
He never backs away from a swell
Hurachis on his feet
Bushy hair on his head
And where hes going hed never tell
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
A surfin cassanova
With his customized board
A woody and his dirty white jeans
He takes his choice of honeys
Up and down the coast
The finest surfer yet to make the scene
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
Noble (aint joshin)
Surfer (aint joshin)
Hes the number one man (hes movin)
Noble (hes movin)
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song performed by Beach Boys
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Hes Misstra Know-it-all
Hes a man
With a plan
Got a counterfeit dollar in his hand
Hes misstra know-it-all
Playin hard
Talkin fast
Makin sure that he wont be the last
Hes misstra know-it-all
Makes a deal
With a smile
Knowin all the time that his lies a mile
Hes misstra know-it-all
Must be seen
Theres no doubt
Hes the coolest one with the biggest mouth
Hes misstra know-it-all
If you tell him hes livin fast
He will say what do you know
If you had my kind of cash
Youd have more than one place to go oh
Oou... oou... oou oou... oou...
Any place
He will play
His only concern is how much youll pay
Hes misstra know-it-all
If he shakes
On a bet
Hes the kind of dude that wont pay his debt
Hes misstra know-it-all
When you say that hes livin wrong
Hell tell you he knows hes livin right
And youd be a stronger man
If you took misstra know-lt-alls advice oh oh
Oou... oou... oou oou... oou...
Hes the man
With a plan
Got a counterfeit dollar in his hand
Hes misstra know-it-all
Take my work
Please beware
Of a man that just dont give a care no
Hes misstra know-it-all (look out hes coming)
Dum bum bum ba bum bum,
Dum bum bum ba bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum say
Hes misstra know-it-all
Can this line
Take his hand
Take your hat off to the man whos got the plan
Hes misstra know-it-all
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song performed by Stevie Wonder
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A Man Is A Man
You talk about crazy affairs
You talk about crazy affairs
You talk about your life as though it mattered
You talk about your life as though it mattered
You get attention cos you block the stairs
You get attention cos you block the stairs
Bragging about some bottles you have shattered
Bragging about some bottles you have shattered
Well I met a man who really lives
Well I met a man who really lives
He really does it all
He really does it all
But what really matters is the heart he gives
But what really matters is the heart he gives
He makes your talk seem small
He makes your talk seem small
When a man is a man
When a man is a man
He doesnt act to a plan
He doesnt act to a plan
He dont have to perform like john wayne in some b feature flick
He dont have to perform like john wayne in some b feature flick
A man is a man
A man is a man
When he can offer his hand
When he can offer his hand
Not afraid of appearing insane if he cant break a brick
Not afraid of appearing insane if he cant break a brick
I know a man whos a man
I know a man whos a man
Cant you sometimes crack a smile
Cant you sometimes crack a smile
Do you think if you did we would run and tell
Do you think if you did we would run and tell
I know one day your big villian style
I know one day your big villian style
Will collapse as they turn the key in the door of your cell
Will collapse as they turn the key in the door of your cell
I know a man who was once like you
I know a man who was once like you
But he opened his heart
But he opened his heart
No one is really bad right through
No one is really bad right through
Hes just another part
Hes just another part
When a man is a man
When a man is a man
And he drinks til hes canned
And he drinks til hes canned
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song performed by Who
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Robin Hood and the Potter
Fitt I.
In schomer, when the leves spryng,
The bloschoms on every bowe,
So merey doyt the berdys syng
Yn wodys merey now.
Herkens, god yemen,
Comley, corteys, and god,
On of the best that yever bare bowe,
Hes name was Roben Hode.
Roben Hood was the yemans name,
That was boyt corteys and fre;
For the loffe of owre ladey,
All wemen werschepyd he.
Bot as the god yeman stod on a day,
Among hes mery maney,
He was ware of a prowd potter,
Cam dryfyng owyr the leye.
'Yonder comet a prod potter,' seyde Roben,
'That long hayt hantyd this wey;
He was never so corteys a man
On peney of pawage to pay.'
'Y met hem bot at Wentbreg,' seyde Lytyll John,
'And therefore yeffell mot he the!
Seche thre strokes he me gafe,
Yet by my seydys cleffe they.
Y ley forty shillings,' seyde Lytyll John,
'To pay het thes same day,
Ther ys nat a man among hus all
A wed schall make hem leye.'
'Here ys forty shillings,' seyde Roben,
'More, and thow dar say,
That Y schall make that prowde potter,
A wed to me schall he ley.'
There thes money they leyde,
They toke het a yeman to kepe;
Roben beffore the potter he breyde,
And bad hem stond stell.
Handys apon hes hors he leyde,
And bad the potter stonde foll stell;
The potter schorteley to hem seyde,
'Felow, what ys they well?'
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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Prince Of The Punks
A well known groover, rock n roll user,
Wanted to be a star.
But he failed the blues, and hes back to loser,
Playing folk in a country bar.
Reggae music didnt seem to satisfy his needs.
He couldnt handle modern jazz,
cause they play it in difficult keys.
But now hes found a music he can call his own,
Some people call it junk, but he dont care,
Hes found a home.
Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.
He acts working class but its all bologna,
Hes really middle class and hes just a phony.
He acts tough but its just a front,
Hes the prince of the punks.
Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.
He tried to be gay, but it didnt pay,
So he bought a motorbike instead.
He failed at funk, so he became a punk,
cause he thought hed make a little more bread.
Hes been through all of the changes,
From rock opera to mantovani.
Now he wears a swastika band
And leather boots up past his knees.
Hes much too old for twenty-eight,
But he thinks hes seventeen,
He thinks hes a stud,
But I think he looks more like a queen.
Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.
He talks like a cockney but its all bologna,
Hes really middle class and hes just a phony.
He acts tough but its just a front.
Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.
He acts working class but its all bologna,
Hes really middle class and hes just a phony.
He acts tough but its just a front,
Hes the prince of the punks and hes finally made it,
Thinks he looks cool but his act is dated.
He acts working class but its all bologna,
Hes really middle class and hes just a phony.
He acts tough but its just a front,
Hes the prince of the punks.
song performed by Kinks
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Robin Hood And The Potter
In schomer, when the leves spryng,
The bloschems on every bowe,
So merey doyt the berdys syng
Yn wodys merey now.
Herkens, god yemen,
Comley, corteysse, and god,
On of the best that yever bar bou,
Hes name was Roben Hode.
Roben Hood was the yemans name,
That was boyt corteys and fre;
For the loffe of owr ladey,
All wemen werschep he.
Bot as the god yemen stod on a day,
Among hes mery maney,
He was war of a prowd potter,
Cam dryfyng owyr the ley.
'Yonder comet a prod potter,' seyde Roben,
'That long hayt hantyd this wey;
He was never so corteys a man
On peney of pawage to pay.'
'Y met hem bot at Wentbreg,' seyde Lytyll John,
'And therfor yeffell mot he the,
Seche thre strokes he me gafe,
Yet they cleffe by my seydys.
'Y ley forty shillings,' seyde Lytyll John,
'To pay het thes same day,
Ther ys nat a man arnong hus all
A wed schall make hem ley.'
'Her ys forty shillings,' seyde Roben,
'Mor, and thow dar say,
That y schall make that prowde potter,
A wed to me schall he ley.'
Ther thes money they leyde,
They toke bot a yeman to kepe;
Roben befor the potter he breyde,
And bad hem stond stell.
Handys apon hes horse he leyde,
And bad the potter stonde foll stell;
The potter schorteley to hem seyde,
'Felow, what ys they well?'
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poem by Andrew Lang
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Hes Evil
Scene: a party political broadcast -- mr. black and his followers
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
Hes got style, personality,
But hes the devil in reality.
Hell make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
Hell lead you on then hell tear you apart.
Hell treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once youre in therell be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes got wit hes got charm.
But when he gets rough hell break your arm.
Hes got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough hell slit your face.
Hell buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mindll go and hell bust your nose.
Hes a joker and a clown
But hell pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once youre in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
song performed by Kinks
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Coalman
I tell my troubles to the coalman
Hes a coalman but he understands
Hes not such a very very old man
Hes a soul man and he takes my hand
He makes a man feel good when hes down
Head is touching the ground
Hes going to help you if he can
Hes a coalman
Ive been waiting for the coalman
Hes a whole man and he treats me nice
Evrybody needs a coalman
When youre low man , you can get advice
He makes a man feel good when hes down
Head is touching the ground
Hes going to help you if he can
Hes a coalman
I need her loving so much the feeling is too much to bear
Youve got to have somebody, when shes not there
I tell my troubles to the coalman
Hes a coalman but he understands
Hes not such a very very old man
Hes a soul man and he takes my hand
He makes a man feel good when hes down
Head is touching the ground
Hes going to help you if he can
Hes a coalman
I need her loving so much the feeling is too much to bear
Youve got to have somebody when shes not there
I tell my troubles to the coalman
Hes a coalman but he understands
Hes not such a very very old man
Hes a soul man and he takes my hand
Hes gonna help you when hes down
When your head is touching the ground
And hell help you if he can
Hes a coalman
Coalman, coalman , coalman,,(repeat/fade)
song performed by Bee Gees
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Give The Po Man A Break
Give po man a break
Give po man a break
Give po man a
Give po man a
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song performed by Fatboy Slim
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Step On
Hes gonna step on you again, hes gonna step on you
Hes gonna step on you again, hes gonna step on you
Youre twistin my melon man, you know you talk so hip man
Youre twistin my melon man
Hey rainmaker, come away from that man
You know hes gonna take away your promised land
Hey good lady he just wants what you got you know
Hell never stop until hes taken the lot
(hey hey he hey hey)
Gonna stamp out your fire, he can change your desire
Dont you know he can make you forget youre a man
Gonna stamp out your fire, he can change your desire
Dont you know he can make you forget youre the man
Youre a man
Youre twistin my melon man, you speak so hip
Hey rainmaker he got golden plans I tell you
Youll make a stranger in your own land
Hey good lady hes got God on his side he got a double
Tongue you never think he would lie
(oh he lied, oooh hes twistin my melon man
(oh he lied, oooh hes twistin my melon man)
Gonna stamp out your fire, he can change your desire
Dont you know he can make you forget youre a man
Gonna stamp out your fire, he can change your desire
Dont you know he can make you forget youre the man
Youre the man
Hes gonna step on you again, hes gonna step on you
Hes gonna step on you again, hes gonna step on you
Hey rainmaker, come away from that man
You know hes gonna take away your promised land
Hey good lady hes got God on his side he got a double
Tongue you never think he would lie
Gonna stamp out your fire, he can change your desire
Dont you know he can make you forget youre a man
Gonna stamp out your fire, he can change your desire
Dont you know he can make you forget youre the man
Youre the man
Youre twistin my melon man, you know you talk so hip man
Youre twistin my melon man
(hey hey he hey hey)
Hes gonna step on you again, hes gonna step on you again
Hes gonna step on you again, hes gonna step on you again
song performed by Happy Mondays
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Hate Stinger
For all of time we had a man
Who had a frozen heart
Hes standig on a hill
And sees the morning come
Fear and rage - destruction
He made a world of pain
Hate and sin - confession
He craved a senseless crime
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
Just in time he finds the way
To do without the lies
Its time to bruise and maim
Stripped of all disguise
Fear and rage - destruction
No warning or a sign
Hate and sin - confession
Hes deadly from behind
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
The devil rings - we pay the rent
The cruellest cut of all
We built the road he travelled on
The lessons come to call
So look for signs behind the eyes
Destructor of us all
Stands alone deathly still
The stealer has arrived
Fear and rage - destruction
He made a world of pain
Hate and sin - confession
He craved a senseless crime
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
song performed by U. D. O.
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Cold Hearted
(elliot wolff)
Hes a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
Hes been tellin lies
Hes a lover boy at play
He dont play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl dont play the fool--no
Youre the one givin up the love
Anytime he needs it
But you turn your back and then hes off
And runnin with the crowd
Youre the one to sacrifice
Anything to please him
Do you really think he thinks about you
When hes out
Hes a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
Hes been tellin lies
Hes a lover boy at play
He dont play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl dont play the fool--no
It was only late last night
He was out there sneakin
Then he called you up to check that you
Were waiting by the phone
All the worlds a candy store
Hes been trick or treatin
When it comes to true love girl with him
Theres no one home
Hes a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
Hes been tellin lies
Hes a lover boy at play
He dont play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl dont play the fool--no
You could find somebody better girl
He could only make you cry
You deserve somebody better girl
Hes c-cold as ice
Hes a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh oh oh
Hes been tellin lies
Hes a lover boy at play
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song performed by Paula Abdul
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Hes All Over Me
Chorus:
Hes all over me
And hes keeping me alive
Hes all over me
And hes keeping me alive
Hes all over me
And hes keeping me alive
I know he is keeping me alive
Hes keeping me aliveverse 1
Hes in my hands, hes in my feet
I can hardly keep my seat
Hes in my sprit, in my soul
I will never grow old
Hes in my heart, hes in my mind
Im glad that hes mine
Hes all over me, and hes keeping me alive
I know he is keeping me alive
Hes keeping me alive
Verse 2
Like the hebrew boys, thrown in the fiery furnace
Everybody thought it was over for them
But the lord brought them out on time
Hes the firm foundation
The God of all creation
Theres nothing that he wont do for you
If you trust him hell see you through
Chorus
Repeat verse 2
Chorus
Repeat verse 1
Hes on my right, hes on my left
Hes in my front and back
Hes over me and hes even by my side
Chorus
song performed by Whitney Houston
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Hes Got The Whole World In His Hand
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Hes got the whole world in his hands
Hes got the whole world in his hands
Hes got the whole world in his hands
Hes got the whole world in his hands
Hes got the fish of the sea in his hands
Hes got the birds of the air in his hands
Hes got the fish of the sea in his hands
Hes got the whole world in his hands
Hes got the gamblin man in his hands
Hes got the sinner man in his hands
Hes got the gamblin man in his hands
Hes got the whole world in his hands
Hes got the little bitsy baby in his hands
Hes got the little bitsy baby in his hands
Hes got the little bitsy baby in his hands
Hes got the whole world in his hands
Hes got everybody here in his hands
Hes got you and me, brother, in his hands
Hes got everybody here in his hands
Hes got the whole world...
Hes got the whole world in his hands
song performed by Nina Simone
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Growing Up The Hard Way
Hes got nothing to say, hes got no excuse
Hes just made that way, and hes gonna stay that way
Like a dog on the loose in a firework display in a world of his own
No, no, no, he wont back down or go running back home
Hes come a long way in life
Hes got a long way to go
He dont even know, he dont care because
Hes growing up the hard way
In and out of trouble every day
Growing up the hard way
Now no tellin where youll end up, boy
And hes got nothing to say, like hes lost for the worlds, his mind is in a daze
Thats his way, its just a little game he plays
Hes got nowhere to run while the city sleeps he wanders alone
Cuttin through the steel and the hearts of stone
Hes come a long way in life
Hes got a long way to go
He dont even know, but he dont care because
Hes growing up the hard way
In and out of trouble every day
Growing up the hard way
Youd better walk the straight and narrow
Growing up the hard way
In and out of trouble every day
Growing up the hard way
Never know what youre in for, boy
Hes come a long way in life
Hes got a long way to go
He dont wanna know, and he dont care because
Hes growing up the hard way
In and out of trouble every day
Hes growing up the hard way
Yeah, and hes gonna stay that way
You see, hes growing up the hard way
Walk the straight and narrow yeah, maybe someday
But still hes growing up the hard way
Its just the way hes grown up
Yeah, growing up the hard way
There aint no other way
Growing up the hard way
song performed by Foreigner
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Neighborhood Bully
Well, the neighborhood bully, hes just one man,
His enemies say hes on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
Hes criticized and condemned for being alive.
Hes not supposed to fight back, hes supposed to have thick skin,
Hes supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
Hes wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
Hes always on trial for just being born.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That hell live by the rules that the world makes for him,
cause theres a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he dont get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he wont be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Well, hes surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldnt hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Every empire thats enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and rome, even the great babylon.
Hes made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no ones command.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Whats anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin, they say.
He just likes to cause war.
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song performed by Bob Dylan
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