| Lyric | Song |
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| all of them had hair of gold, like their mother | |
| Its a gas gas gas | |
| drinking a Pina Colada at Trader Vics | |
| And its whispered that soon, if we all call the tune | |
| when you're old, nobody will know that you was a beauty, a sweet sweet beauty | |
| I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known | |
| Gee our old Lasalle ran great | |
| You're so extreme, you can always be so tempermental, but I'm not looking for a love that will last | |
| Mr. mojo risin, gotta keep on risin | |
| now we're calling you a radical, a liberal, fanatical, criminal | |
| | Lyric | Song |
|---|
| and though its part of a Lone Star state, people don't seem to care | |
| sunny days, sweeping the clouds away, on my way to where the air is sweet | |
| she says her love for me could never die, but that'd change if I ever found out about you and I | |
| I'll send an SOS to the world | |
| some silicone sister with the manager mister told me I got what it takes | |
| check out guitar George, he knows all the chords | |
| and the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air | |
| shes winding them down on her clock machine | |
| Buddy Holly, Be Hur, space monkey mafia, hula hoops Castro, Edsel is a no go | |
| Isadora was the first bra burner | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
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