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Tom Slick.
Tom Slick.
Let me tell you why,
He's the best of all the guys.

Tom Slick
Tom Slick
In the thunder boat grease slapper once he's on your tail.
He won't quit because you know there's no such word as fail to
Tom Slick
Tom Slick

This is it, this is it
This is life with the one you love
Come on and have fun

Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes

(This is purely from memory, so forgive any errors)

Three, four
Three, four

AH, AH

AH, AH

All this energy calling me
Back where it comes from
It's such a crude attitude
It's back where it belongs

All the little kids growing up on the skids
Go, "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks"
Jumping Jean Genie, Moody James Dean
Going, "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks"

Mama knows but she don't care
She's got her worries, too*
Seven kids growing up on the skids
And the rent is due

All the little chicks with the crimson lips
Go, "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks"
Living in sin on a safety pin
Going, "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks," "Cleveland Rocks"

I got some records from World War Two
I play 'em just like me Grandad do
He was a rocker and I am, too
Oh, Cleveland Rocks
Cleveland Rocks
So find a place
Grab a space
Yell and scream for more

Cleveland Rocks
Cleveland Rocks
Cleveland Rocks
Cleveland Rocks

Cleveland Rocks
Cleveland Rocks
Cleveland Rocks
Cleveland Rocks

Ohio-io-io-io

- Ian Hunter, "Cleveland Rocks"


*When I first heard this song, I thought the words were "She's got a walrus, too."

I was a city child
With a sideways smile
And a worm's-eye point of view

Oh, I knew my way
'Round a backstreet, say
But I had my eye on you

Now, I know this guy
He's a screwdriver-jiver
You know, some automobeam off the streets
But he has converted me to rock and roll

Now-ow-ow-ow
I just wanna dance to
Honaloochie Boogie, yeah
Get in line, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine
Honaloochie Boogie, yeah
You sure started something

My hair gets longer
As the beat gets stronger
Wanna tell Chuck Berry my news
I get my kicks
From guitar licks
And I sold my steel-toe shoes

Now I know this guy
He's a spiderweb-sider
You know, he's hung up on some protection/rejection thing
But I have made him see the light

Now-ow-ow-ow
He just wanna dance to
Honaloochie Boogie, yeah
Get in line, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine
Honaloochie Boogie, yeah
You sure started something

Honaloochie Boogie, yeah
Get in line, don't worry 'bout the shirt shine
Honaloochie Boogie, yeah
You sure started something

- Ian Hunter (with Mott the Hoople), "Honaloochie Boogie"

He had a cheap guitar
And he wrote this tune
It goes: "Somebody owes me something.
It might as well be you."

"Hey now, you're gonna' get your blood sucked out..."

He had a dirty mind
And he wrote this note
He said: "I'm gonna' get some money for nothing.
On every song you wrote."

"Hey now, you're gonna' get your blood sucked out..."

You were sent from the Devil himself to me
And I'll see you in Hell before we're through
'Cause I've got nothing to prove to you

He had a crooked eye
With a sideways glance
He said: "I'll catch you in some twisted logic
And then I'll watch you dance."

Six billion people
Six billion ways (to do)
Six billion kinds of damage
That all feel the same

"Hey now, you're gonna' get your blood sucked out..."

You were sent from the Devil himself to me
And I'll see you in Hell before we're through
'Cause I've got nothing to prove to you

Get your blood sucked out...

-- Viva Voce: " From The Devil Himself "

I want to raise my freak flag
Higher and higher and
I want to raise my freak flag
And never be alone

In honor of Lash :

I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress
In a room where ya do what ya don't confess
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain

Find yourself in a situation
Couldn’t talk your way out of
Stimulate the conversation
How do you rise above
You try to tell some one
But you can’t describe it
We’ll start a demonstration
Or we’ll create a scene
Make noise from our frustration
Newspapers, magazines
We’ll turn them on their heads
You can’t deny it

For once
We’ll do what comes naturally
We’ll approach it casually
With no apology
For once
We can have the final say
Goodbye to yesterday
’Cause they know we’re hear to stay

Pop, pop, pop goes the world
New sensation
Pop, pop, pop goes the world
New creation

With every generation
A different set of rules
We’ll start with TV stations
The radios and schools
Just try to have some fun
And don’t get caught
We’ll capture their attention
We’ll make them quite aware
Of all of our intentions
We’ll make ’em stop and stare
They’ll take a second look
On second thought

Gossip Pop Goes The World

It could be your time and it might be
You can't do nothing about it, it's God's will, thats just how life be
One day it hit 'cha, then it's gone
And I'm serious, and you ain't never even gone feel it until it hit home

That's when the pain run sharper and deeper
You ain't eat, that's when the days feel slow and long
I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em
Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on

I tell you the truth so don't lie to me
Get back Satan, don't bother me
And that's the way that it's gotta be
And real as ever, so I hope you proud of me


You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me... trust me:

You ain't seen bouncin' back.


Mystikal - Bouncin\' Back

<span style="font-size: 11px;">(Because I had to jump on the alcohol-abuse-lyrics bandwagon, doncha' know...)</span>

Welcome to the Kingdom of Drink
Magic liquids change the way you think.
Over-the-counter medicine
To cure the state your head is in
And save you when you're well beyond the brink.
Welcome to the Kingdom of Drink.

You've been here ten thousand times before
I see how you waltzed right through that door.
You're quite at home here, obviously
So come and sit down next to me
And let's explore the reasons why I think
You've returned to the Kingdom of Drink.

Rum, Tequila, Vodka, Wine and Gin
Each a soldier of your misfortune
They stand at attention behind the door
And for your peace of mind
They'll go to war
To liberate your soul from where it sinks
Salute the flag in the Kingdom of Drink.

London, San Francisco, New York, Rome
Every dive you visit feels like home.
And Saudi Arabia's pretty tough
But you can find a Guinness
If you look hard enough.
Just follow the Christians
They have that certain stink.
Get baptized in the Kingdom of Drink.

The world is overrated, why take part?
It's gone straight to Hell in a shopping cart!
It's easier to disappear
And when you do, you'll find me here.
I'm grooving to the broken glasses' clink.
Holding court in the Kingdom of Drink...

-- Stew [aka Mark Stewart], " The Kingdom of Drink "

"The Night Santa Went Crazy"

Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something else else finally must have snapped in his brain

Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy

Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Clause, she's on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights

They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped

Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he's gettin' a raw deal
Something else else finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain

Life - thin as a thread
Sometimes you're lucky, sometimes you're better off dead

Your first breath is taken and into the world you are cast
You long for tomorrow while living each day as your last

Well I know what your heart desires
But you can't take it with you
Into the fire

Every now and then
life says,

"Where you think you're going
so fast?"


-Ron Sexsmith, Gold in Them Hills

David Duchovny, why won't you love me?
Why won't you love me?

There's a ghost in my house.
I realize it's you.
You I see through.
You were right,
We don't know each other

We're staying together for the sake of our memories
that we love and cherish.
We can't let them down.

Surely our souls will perish
Surely, surely, surely...


Curve - "Perish"

edit - just wanted to add that even though it came out around 2002, this song always makes me think about the end of my 90's party days (which dragged on for a bit into the new millennium).

And when you're someone you are not
Junction City ain't the spot
Remember Mrs. Lot when she turned around

And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town


You really need to rent my current obsession Hedwig and the Angry Inch NOW. If the bf doesn't get me the movie soundtrack for my birthday, I'm totally divorcing him!

Baby are you down down down down down

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