| Opening Line | Song |
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| Well I tried everything, just to get along with you, now I'm gonna tell you just what I'm gonna do | |
| When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide | |
| Flat bush boy, cruisin' Sheepshead Bay | |
| I need a lady, not somebody shady, need someone to be close to | |
| Johnny come lately on a Saturday night screamin' how did it go | |
| Now it's time, to say good night to you, now it's time to bid you sweet adieu | |
| Do you believe in me? Like I believe in you | |
| Stagecoach lady, hourglass body, making things glow in the night | |
| You like good boogie, like a real boogie woogie | |
| The street is cold, the dawn is grey, my heart says no but my head says stay | |
| You act like a pre-madonna, playing so hard to get | |
| Hey look yonder, what's that I see? There's that old bogus honey coming after me | |
| Take me back to south Tallahassee | |
| Mary Mack, dressed in black, silver buttons up and down her back | |
| It's the dawn of the day, I'm crashed and I'm smashed | |
| Got me the strangest woman, believe me this chick's no sense | |
| Blood stains the ivories on my daddy's baby grand, ain't seen no daylight since the start of this band | |
| Down to who knows who, just to socialise | |
| Lord I must be dreamin', what else could this be? Everybody's screaming, running for the sea | |
| Take me on your rocking ****s | |
| In the attic lights, voices scream, nothing seems, real's a dream | |
| Please, I've just got to talk to you, please, get your head out of the loo | |
| | Opening Line | Song |
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| Get yourself a cooler, lay yourself low | |
| Good evening people, welcome to the show! | |
| We all live on the edge of town, where we all live ain't a soul around | |
| Back stroking lover always hidin' 'neath the covers 'til I talk to your daddy he say | |
| Well you talk about things and nobody cares, your wearing out things that nobody wears | |
| Nineteen seventy-one, we all heard the starter gun, New York was such a pity but at Max's Kansas City we won | |
| Long ago when days untold were ruled by Lords of greed | |
| Seems like the other day, my baby went away, she went away, across the sea | |
| It ain't easy, living like a gypsy, tell you honey how I feel | |
| Doctor, doctor, doctor, please doctor, doctor please, doctor, doctor, doctor, I feel like an old disease | |
| Well on a train, I met a dame, she's rather handsome, but kinda looked the same | |
| When I'm in heat, and someone gets a notion | |
| When will the clouds all go away, when will the good people have their say | |
| Every time that I look in the mirror, all these lines on my face getting clearer | |
| Back when Cain was Able, way before the stable, lightning struck right down from the sky | |
| Going down town, going down, going down, in the city, keepin' round and round, underground is pretty gritty | |
| Take a walk in the warm New England sun, ain't no time to look for clues | |
| Loose hearted lady, sleepy was she | |
| Checkmate honey, beat you at your own damn game | |
| Here come old flat top, he comes, grooving up slowly | |
| Ridin' into town alone, by the light of the moon | |
| Kickin' down the road feelin' mighty slowed with the likes of you | |
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