Post the most profound, moving, etc. lyrics you've heard Pt. II

[mark414]

i'll start

i've been listening to this song on repeat all night...'get by' by dizzee rascal

it's some deep shit

"Get By"
(feat. Vanya)


We grew up in da ghetto, where the summertime's short
Straight action, you don’t stop for a thought
Most use crime as a way to pay da bills
Da unlucky ones end up gettin’ caught
We grew up in da ghetto, where the goin’ gets rough
Our money’s been around, but it’s neva been enough
Most aint given no choice but to hustle
Sum break down when da goin’ gets tough
Deep in da mind, there’s all kinds of different people
Minorities still struggle to be equal
So many characters, four main tacts
Da good, da bad, da ugly, n da evil
Deep in da manna where da poverty’s visible
There’s not a lot sweet, so most look miserable
Most cave in to da devil, took da wrong path
Sum kept their faith, n still pray for a miracle
Sucker stars emerge from da curb
Up n comin’ MCs struggle to be heard
Boy dem, dey searchin’ for da next Chile bird
Fuck, talk, murda n dey live by dey word
Shotters keep da money goin’ round
Kids go astray, most neva get found
I’ve noticed, there’s a ghetto in every town
N da skies are empty, bcuz da stars are on da ground


Sometimes I’m lost, look up at the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by
Sometimes I’m lost, askin’ myself why
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by


We grew up in da ghetto, saw real life pain
Real life struggle, wiv real life strain
Real life kiddies, wiv real life guns
N real life muvas loose, real life sons
Gang wars erupting on da dark floré Seasons,
Beef after beef, jus to be da top geezers,
Big arm slash, hit da Stratford bricks
Ghetto high bruthas, gotta maintain reps
What’s dat all about, I ask my self b4 I swing
More time, I’m beefin’ ova any little thing
Beef in any area, region of tha city
My ghetto frame of mind, makes me prone to hostility
To mah bredrins locked up, to mah young baby muvas
Each n every crew n colour, ghetto sistas n bruvas
If u know u from da slums, keep reppin’ no doubt
Stay ghetto if u must, just remember to get out


Sometimes I’m lost, look up at da skies
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by
Sometimes I’m lost, askin’ myself why
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by
Sometimes I’m lost, look up at da sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, look up at the sky, get by

[NightTrain]

1. A wop bop a loo bop, a wop bam boom! Tutti Frutti, au rootie!

Words to live by, y'all. :silly:

[asthmaticeog]

2. Bosh! That's *piffle* compared to

"Peggy Sue / Peggy Sue / P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-Peggy Sue / Oh Peggy / Oh Peggy Sue."

Have at thee!

[Ready4Change]

3. "Louie Louie" from Bloom County, as heard by George Bush, Sr.

http://tafkac.org/songs/louie_louie_real_words.html

As heard by George Bush:

Louie Lou-i, Winne-bago
Louie Lou-i, Winne-bago
The wimp thing no no me
Me catch shrapnel o'er sea
Me toss Ann Richards a bone
Meaner stinks meat bake it cone <--- ?
(chorus, garbled stanza)
Mes-sy Paul Anka moons a dove <--- Must mean something! ed.
Ted Kennedy along, me like to shove
Take Bent-sen and qualms begin
Iran-Contra thing makes me phlegm
(chorus)

[1monster]

4. They've all sweat beneath the same sun,

Looked up in wonder at the same moon,
And wept when it was all done
For being done too soon.
Neil Diamond

OR
LITTLE ARROWS
Leapy Lee

There's a boy a little boy
Shooting arrows in the blue
And has aimed them at someone
And the question is at who
Aimed at me or aimed at you
It's hard to tell until you're hit
You'll know it when you get one
The arrows that are lit

Here they come
Pouring out of the blue
Little arrows for me and for you
You're falling in love again
You're falling in love again

Little arrows in your clothing
Little arrows in your hair
When you're in love you'll find
Those little arrows everywhere
Little arrows that will hit you once
And hit you once again
Little arrows will hit everyone
Every now and then

There's a boy from the other side
But there's nothing that you can do
And some folks put on armour
But the arrows go straight through
So you see there's no escape
So why not face it
And admit that you love those little arrows
When they fall a little bit

Here they come
Pouring out of the blue
Little arrows for me and for your
You're falling in love again
You're falling in love again

Little arrows in your clothing
Little arrows in your hair
When you're in love you'll find
Those little arrows everywhere
Little arrows that will hit you once
And hit you once again
Little arrows will hit everyone
Every now and then
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[Susang]

5. This little gem from Donovan pretty much sums it up for me

Do you have a shirt that you really love,
One that you feel so groovy in ?
You don't even mind if it starts to fade,
That only makes it nicer still.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.

Do you have some jeans that you really love,
Ones that you feel so groovy in ?
You don't even mind if they start to fray
That only makes them nicer still.
I love my jeans, I love my jeans,
My jeans are so comfortably lovely.
I love my jeans, I love my jeans,
My jeans are so comfortably lovely.

When they are taken to the cleaners,
I can't wait to get them home again.
Yes, I take 'em to the cleaners
And there they wash them in a stream,
Scrub a rub dub dub
And there they wash them in a stream -
Know what I mean.

Do you have some shoes that you really love,
Ones that you feel so flashy in ?
You don't even mind if they start to get some holes in
That only makes them nicer still.
I love my shoes, I love my shoes,
My shoes are so comfortably lovely.
I love my jeans, I love my jeans,
My jeans are so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
In fact I love my wardrobe.

I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.
 

[Az]

6. Maybe not the most profound but Dear God was the first one I thought of

Dear God by XTC

Dear god,
Hope you got the letter,
And I pray you can make it better down here.
I don’t mean a big reduction in the price of beer,
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them starving on their feet,
’cause they don’t get enough to eat

From god,
I can’t believe in you.

Dear god,
Sorry to disturb you,
But I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears,
And all the people that you made in your image,
See them fighting in the street,
’cause they can’t make opinions meet,
About god,
I can’t believe in you.

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!

Dear god,
Don’t know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book.
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
And all the people that you made in your image,
Still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it ain’t and so do you,
Dear god,
I can’t believe in,
I don’t believe in,

I won’t believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners,
No devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
You’re always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
And it’s the same the whole world ’round.
The hurt I see helps to compound,
That the father, son and holy ghost,
Is just somebody’s unholy hoax,
And if you’re up there you’ll perceive,
That my heart’s here upon my sleeve.
If there’s one thing I don’t believe in...

It’s you,
Dear god.

[EC]

7. Turning The World So It's Facing the Way, That I'm Going

Genesis

Your Own Special Way

Go Far Enough And You Will Reach
a Place Where The Sea Runs Underneath
and We'll See Our Shadow, High In The Sky
drying Away In The Night

i've Sailed The World For Seven Years
and Left All I Love Behind In Tears
won't You Come Here, Wherever You Are
i've Been Alone Long Enough

you, You Have Your Own Special Way
of Holding My Hand Keep It Way 'bove The Water
don't Ever Let Go - Oh No, No, No

you, You Have Your Own Special Way
of Turning The World So It's Facing
the Way, That I'm Going, Don't Ever
don't Ever Stop

whose Seen The Wind Not You Or I
but When The Ship Moves She's Passing By
between You And Me I Really Don't Think
she Knows Where She's Going At All

you, You Have Your Own Special Way
of Carrying Me Twice Round The World
never Closer To Home Than The Day
the Day I Started

you, You Have Your Own Special Way
hold Onto My Hand Keep It Way 'bove The Water
don't Ever Let Go - No, No, No

what Mean The Dreams Night After Night
the Man In The Moons' A Blinding Light
won't You Come Out Whoever You Are
you've Followed Me Quiet Long Enough

you, You Have Your Own Special Way
of Holding My Hand, Don't Ever Let Go
you, You Have Your Own Special Way
of Turning The World So It's Facing
the Way That I'm Going, Don't Ever
don't Ever Leave Me

[Historic NY]

8. DEJA VU (ALL OVER AGAIN)

DEJA VU (ALL OVER AGAIN)

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you try to read the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again

Day by day I hear the voices rising
Started with a whisper like it did before
Day by day we count the dead and dying
Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again

One by one I see the old ghosts rising
Stumblin' 'cross Big Muddy
Where the light gets dim
Day after day another Momma's crying
She's lost her precious child
To a war that has no end

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you stop to read the writing at The Wall
Did that voice inside you say
I've seen this all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again
It's like Deja Vu all over again

John Fogerty

[asthmaticeog]

9. This song's meant a lot to me since the 2000 election.

Well, well I been movin' down to Florida.
And I'm gonna bowl me a perfect game.
Well I'm gonna cut off my leg down in Florida, child.
And I'm gonna dance one-legged off in the rain.
Now, they say that Sidney Poitier was a blind man.
And they say that LBJ was a Soviet Jew.
When I go down Florida Way,
They're ain't no kind of sexual healing that I would not, could not, should not do, stick it right here.

Well I been movin' down to Florida.
I'm gonna potty train the chairman Mao.
I'm gonna make the governor write my doodoo a letter, child.
And I'm gonna grind me up a White Castle slider out of India's sacred cow.
Well, I been movin' down Florida,
And I'm gonna build me the atomic bomb.
Well, I'm gonna hold time hostage down in Florida, child.
Ain't nobody, said ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here.

By this time I guess you've figured out about Florida.
Turn the muddy water into Vaseline stain.
They be makin' tadpoles the size of Americans down in Florida.
That be tellin' Julio Iglesias what to sing, now.
Now, whoever said that Sidney Poitier was a blind man,
Knew the same of Elvis Presley, too.
When I go down Florida Way,
Ain't nobody, said ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here.

Well I been goin' down to Florida.
Pole cats lie naked in the Seminole sin.
When I go down Florida Way,
Like Vince, I wanna' win.
Well I went down to Florida.
I got away.
I took the children down to Florida.
I stuck the dick down the drain.
Get that boy down to Florida.
Give him a switch blade.
Tell him what to do

- The Butthole Surfers

[ChavezSpeakstheTruth]

10. Brooklyn Zoo by Ol Dirty Bastard

I'm the one-man army, Ason
I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out
I drop science like girls be droppin babies
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit
Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
Cause I create, rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burnin? Well fuck it, now you're learnin
How, I don't even like your motherfuckin profile
Give me my fuckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggaz be quiet as kept
Now you know nothin; before you knew a whole fuckin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot!
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
To watch me put your fuckin ass lo-o-ow down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I've never been tooken out
By a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a fuckin gun trigger
I said, "Get the fuck outta here!"
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducin, yo FUCK that nigga's name!
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit!
So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin rep'
CH-CH-BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! Blown to death
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherfuckin hardrock
Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back...

[Wat_Tyler]

11. Let's Go All The Way....Rosea-ah-ahna, Let's Go All The Way....

Always gets me in the tearducts.

[ikri]

12. If you tolerate this your children will be next

If you tolerate this your children will be next - Manic Street Preachers

The Future Teaches You To Be Alone
the Present To Be Afraid And Cold
so If I Can Shoot Rabbits
then I Can Shoot Fascists

bullets For Your Brain Today
but We'll Forget It All Again
monuments Put From Pen To Paper
turns Me Into A Gutless Wonder

and If You Tolerate This
then Your Children Will Be Next
and If You Tolerate This
then Your Children Will Be Next
will Be Next
will Be Next
will Be Next

gravity Keeps My Head Down
or Is It Maybe Shame
at Being So Young And Being So Vain

holes In Your Head Today
but I'm A Pacifist
i've Walked La Ramblas
but Not With Real Intent

and If You Tolerate This
then Your Children Will Be Next
and If You Tolerate This
then Your Children Will Be Next
will Be Next
will Be Next
will Be Next
will Be Next

and On The Street Tonight An Old Man Plays
with Newspaper Cuttings Of His Glory Days

and If You Tolerate This
then Your Children Will Be Next
and If You Tolerate This
then Your Children Will Be Next
will Be Next
will Be Next
will Be Next

[Bertha Venation]

13. by Jackson Browne (I encourage young DUers to read these lyrics)

The Pretender

I'm gonna rent myself a house in the shade of the freeway
gonna pack my lunch in the morning and go to work each day
and when the evening rolls around, I'll go on home and lay my body down
and when the morning light comes creeping in, I'll get up and do it again

I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring
were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening
I've been aware of the time going by -- they say in the end, it's the blink of an eye
and when the morning light comes creeping in, you get up and do it again

caught between the longing for love and the struggle for the legal tender
where the sirens sing and the church bells ring and the junkman pounds his fender
where the veterans dream of the fight, fast asleep at the traffic light
and the children solemnly wait for the ice cream vendor
out into the cool of the evening strolls the pretender
he knows that all his hopes and dreams begin and end there

oh, the laughter of the lovers as they run through the night
leaving nothing for the others but to choose off and fight
they tear at the world with all their might
while the ships bearing their dreams sail out of sight

I'm gonna find myself a girl who can show me what laughter means
and we'll fill in the missing colors in each other's paint-by-number dreams
and then we'll put our dark glasses on, and we'll make love until our strength is gone
and when the morning light comes creeping in, we'll get up and do it again
get it up again

I'm gonna be a happy idiot and struggle for the legal tender
where the ads take aim and lay their claim to the heart and the soul of the spender
and believe in whatever may lie in those things that money can buy
though true love could have been a contender
are you there? say a prayer for the pretender
who started out so young and strong, only to surrender

[tigereye]

18. you know Bertha he did write some great songs

here's one I like of late called The Naked Ride Home. I think he's a better poet than people think. Not the most profound, but I find a lot of his songs quite moving.

Just take off your clothes and I'll drive you home I said
Knowing she never could pass on a dare
And knowing it sounded more desperate than reckless or bold
I just put it out there cold, too far gone to care

My eyes on the road, she slid herself down in the seat
And a vision of paradise swung into view
Across those five lanes not one driver glanced over to see
The beauty known only to me, and a big rig or two

On that freeway the light was receding
Her beauty, a sight so misleading
I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone
On the naked ride home

With the trace of a smile and that defiant look in her eye
She hurtled through space in a world of her own
And turning aside my caress spoke of all that she'd not yet done
As if I was the doubting one who would have to be shown

On that freeway the light was receding
Her beauty, a sight so misleading
I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone
On the naked ride home

She gathered her clothes
And ran through the yard in the dark
Up onto the porch like a flash, and inside
Then one room at a time
I watched every light in our house come on
Like the truth that would eventually dawn,
Forcing me to decide

But on that freeway the light was receding
Her beauty, a sight so misleading
I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone
On the naked ride home

[Richardo]

14. Isley Brothers: Nobody But Me

No no no no no no no no no
No no no no no no no no
No no no no no no no no
No no no no no

Nobody can do
The shing-a-ling
Like I do

Nobody can do
the skate
Like I do

Nobody can do
The boogaloo
Like I do

Nobody can do
the philly
Like I do

Well don't you know I'm gonna skate
I'm doin', ain't nobody doin'
But me baby
Nobody but me

Yes i gonna philly, I'm doin'
Ain't nobody doin'
But me baby
Nobody but me

Well let me tell you nobody
Nobody but me
Well let me tell you
Nobody, nobody, nobody, etc.

[lectrobyte]

15. Four More Years by Warrior Soul

playing wild the dying children,
from the gutter they spawn.
a life created of indignation.
Pride and seek or pause.
pig city oil creation.

over sex dose the junk machine crawls.
missing is the laughter from the death bus,
while the eternal human war wages on.

can you believe how little you care?

the friendly face of the empire leader
conquest of style.
ego hate.
walk amongst the ancient dogs,
while the violent kills.
the declining state...

have you eaten today?
i am glad.
your digestion is the sorrow of the hungry

so tired of rejection and stupidity!
cut away to gray man.
isolation room.
a crowd gathers.
fade to riot.
as the fuerher screams deliverance.
the claws of the predatory corporation dig deep into
the naive religion culture...

acceptance blind virtue.
their reason taunts the absurd.

the beggar.
he feeds the anger.
as you burn sorrow's last word.
pain create the answer holy.
learn the lesson passion learned.
hate that teaches oh so saintly.
i kissed the pyre as it burned.

our need flows on.
but we feel nothing!
all emotions kills with no remorseful death blow from jesus

only you can turn the key
to unlock the tortured riches in your soul.
and find the reason we live.
life some sort of god rejection.
place the blame on heads that turn.
you watch the dagger rip through masses.
as wheat and grain and corn.
cry into a hatred reality.
screaming into a vengeful pit.
pitiful scream.

the heart goes forward hating.
wanting life that cannot be obtained.
justice seeker.
pray for vengeance.
the purest life is marred and stained.

i want the world to heal.

i want the world to love.

but it cannot.

four more years...

four more years...

four more years...

[Modem Butterfly]

16. The Stars and Stripes of Corruption (by Dead Kennedys)

Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night
I couldn’t wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall
My heart began to pound
Yahoo! It really exists The American International Pictures logo
I looked up at that Capitol building Couldn’t help but wonder why
I felt like saying, “Hello, old friend”
Walked up the hill to touch it Then I unzipped my pants
And pissed on it when nobody was looking
Like a great eternal Klansman With his two flashing red eyes
Turn around, he’s always watching
The Washington monument pricks the sky
With flags for pubic hair ringed ‘round the bottom
The symbols of our heritage Lit up proudly in the night
Somehow fits to see the homeless people Passed out on the lawn
So this is where it all happens The power games and bribes
All lobbying for a piece of ass
Of the stars and stripes of corruption

Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American
When we’re too stick up to learn from our mistakes
Trying to start another Viet Nam
We're fiddling while Rome burns at home
The Boss says, “You’re laid off. Blame the Japanese”
“America’s back”, all right At the game it plays the worst
Strip mining the world like a slave plantation
No wonder others hate us And the Hitlers we hand-pick
To bleed their people dry For our evil empire

The drug we’re fed To make us like it
Is God and country with a bang
People we know who should know better
Howl, “America rules. Let’s go to war!”
Business scams are what’s worth dying for
Are the Soviets our worst enemy? We’re destroying ourselves instead
Who cares about our civil rights As long as I get paid?

The blind Me Generation Doesn’t care if life’s a lie
So easily used, so proud to enforce
The stars and stripes of corruption
Let’s bring it all down!

Tell me who’s the real patriots The Archie Bunker slobs waning flags?
Or the people with the guts to work For some real change
Rednecks and bombs don’t make us strong
We loot the world, yet we can’t even feed ourselves
Our real test of strength is caring
Not the war toys we sell the world
Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms
Old glory for a blanket As you suck on your thumbs
Real freedom scares you ‘Cause it means responsibility

So you chicken out and threaten me
Saying, “Love it or leave it” I’ll get beat up if I criticize it
You say you’ll fight to the death To save your useless flag
If you want a banana republic that bad Why don’t you go move to one?

But what can just one of us do -
Against all that money and power Trying to crush us into roaches?
We don’t destroy society in a day
Until we change ourselves first
From the inside out

We can start by not lying so much And treating other people like dirt
It’s so easy not to base our lives On how much we can scam
And you know It feels good to life that monkey off our backs!

I’m thankful I live in a place Where I can say the things I do
Without being taken out and shot So I’m on guard against the goons
Trying to take my rights away
We’ve got to rise above the need for cops and laws
Let kids learn communication Instead of schools pushing competition
How about more art and theater instead of sports?
People will always do drugs Let’s legalize them
Crime drops when the mob can’t price them
Government's in the red? Let’s tax religion!

No one will do it for us We’ll just have to fix it ourselves
Honesty ain’t all that hard Just put Rambo back inside your pants
Causing trouble for the system is much more fun!

Thank you for the toilet paper But your flag is meaningless to me
Look around, we’re all people Who needs countries anyway?
Our land, I love it too I think I love it more than you
I care enough to fight The stars and stripes of corruption
Let’s bring it all down!
If we don’t try
If we just lie
If we can’t find
A way to do better than this Who will?

[Beware the Beast Man]

17. "A Child and His Lawnmower"

Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court,
He shot his lawnmower, disobeyed, it wouldn't start
Might makes right it's the American Way
They fined him sixty dollars and sent him on his way

You know some people, don't take no shit
Maybe if they did, they'd have half a brain left.

[One_Life_To_Give]

19. Kansas; Closet Chronicles n/t

[-..__...]

20. You got to pretend your face is a Maserati...

All right! It's zee Wango, zee Tango
1-2-3-4
Come on boys
Time to Wango

My baby she like to rock
My baby she like to roll
My baby she can dance all night
My baby got no control
She do the Wango Tango

My baby she can scream and shout
My baby she can move it out
My baby she can take a chance
My baby got a brand new dance

Wango Tango
Wango Tango
It's a Wango Tango
Ooooh yeah! (oooooh..)
Baby!

My baby like to rock
My baby like to roll
My baby like to dance all night
She got no control
She do...

Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Wango Tango
Ooooh yeah! (oooooh..)

Yeahhhhhhhhhh!
Baby! Baby! Baby! Ooooh I like the way you look baby
You look like you're made for me honey
If you wanna take a little chance
I'm gonna show you a new dance
Baby I gotta Wango down one time with you honey
I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it, I like it
Well, it's a brand new dance
Yeah been sweepin' the nation
I said a brand new dance
A rock 'n' roll sensation
Yeah I like it baby, I do it every night
I got to do it 'cos I like it so much
Oh honey believe it baby
You see it's a crazed gyration of the rock generation
It's my motivation to avoid the nauseation, frustration
When I need some lubrication - Baby!
Kinda like, goes kinda like this
You take her right ankle out
You take her left ankle out
You get her belly propped down
You get her butt propped up
Yeah lookin' good now baby
I think you're in the right position now baby
Yeah but if you ain't quite ready I'll make sure everything is a little bit nicer 'cos
I'm gonna get a little talcum
I'm gonna borrow it from Malcolm
Yeah you look so good baby I'm startin to drool all over myself
I got the droolin', droolin', get all wet, salivate, salivate
I got salivate late, salivate late, salivate late
Got salivate, salivate, salivate, salivate, heh heh heh
Yeah you look so good baby, I like it, I like it, I like it
You know what I been talkin' about honey
It's a nice dance, we gotta a nice dance goin' here
Now what you gotta do, I'll tell you what you gotta do
You got to pretend your face is a Maserati
It's a Maserati
It's a Maserati
It's a gettin' hotty
It's a Maserati, Maserati, Maserati
It's a fast one too man, that thing's turbocharged
You feel like a little fuel injection honey?
I'll tell ya about it, I'll tell you about it
I'll check out the hood scoop
I gotta get that hood scoop off, shine and shine and buff
I gotta buff it up, buff it up, buff it up, buff it up, buff it up,
Yeah, shiny now baby, heh heh heh
You've been drivin' all night long
It's time to put the old Maserati away
So you look for a garage, you think you see a garage
Wait a minute, Hey!, there's one up ahead
And the damn thing's open
Hello! Get in there!

Is my baby alive? (Is my baby alive?)
Is my baby alive? (Is my baby alive?)
Is my baby alive?
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