Barnaby:
I'll have to get the bees and birds to tell you
That I've loved you from the start,
I simply haven't got the words to tell you
What is truly in my heart,
Joking apart.
Refrain
When you want me-if you want me
Call me-call me-if you care.
When you need me-if you need me
Say so-say so-I'll be there.
I've nothing but my heart to bring to you,
No money but a questing mind,
But if this little song I sing to you
Means a thing to you
Please be kind.
When you're lonely-if you're lonely
Call me-call me-anyhow.
If you want me-need me-love me
Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me now!
Nancy:
I'll love you longer than The Forsyte Saga
And I'll tremble at your frown.
Barnaby:
I'd like to cable to Balenciaga
To prepare your wedding gown,
Don't let me down.
Nancy: When you Barnaby: When you
Want me, Want me,
If you If you
Want me, Want me,
Call me, Call me,
Call me. Call me.
Nancy and Barnaby:
If you care.
Barnaby:
I've got an answer service.
Barnaby: When you Nancy: When you
Need me, Need me,
If you If you
Need me. Need me.
Say so, Say so.
Say so. Say so.
Nancy and Barnaby:
I'll be there.
Nancy:
I want to make my feelings clear to you.
I've never felt like this before.
Barnaby:
I'd sacrafice my whole career to you
To be near you
Evermore.
Nancy and Barnaby:
When you're lonely-if you're lonely
Call me-call me-anyhow.
Nancy: You can reverse the charges.
Nancy and Barnaby:
If you want me-need me-love me
Tell me-tell me-here and now!
Barnaby:
I really haven't any good and chattels
But a beat-up Chevrolet.
Nancy:
I only know I've got a heart that rattles
Every time you look my way.
Nancy and Barnaby:
There's really nothing more to say
Escept that I should like to stay
With you for ever and a day.
Ole!
Drowning (Hootie & The Blowfish)
Trouble with the world is we're too busy to think about it all right
Why is there a rebel flag hanging from the state house walls?
Tired of hearin' this shit about heritage not hate
Time to make the world a better place
Why must we hate one another?
Well no matter what we gotta live together
Just that you don't look like me tell me what do you see
When we pass on the street what do you wanna see
P.E.'s coming is all I gotta say
Wanna turn and run away
They're just telling you how they see it
Right or wrong they don't care
You wish that they would quit
chorus: Drowning in a sea of tears
Hatred trying to hide your fears
Living only for yourself
Hating everybody else cause they don't look like you
Nanci singing it's a hard life wherever you go
About some fat racist living in Chicago
Trying to teach his kids to hate everyone
Well tell me why is that something you wanna teach your son?
Why must we hate one another?
When the people in the church, they tell me you're my brother
You don't walk like me
You don't talk like me
Saying go back to Africa
I just don't understand
(chorus) I'm trying to be someone that he could look up to
But when I walk down the street, tell me what do you see
I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man
No I'm not like you
Why do you hate me so
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Hating everybody else cause they don't look like you
Top O' The Morining To Ya (House Of Pain)
She won't come just when you want it
Ya see I'm Irish but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight then step up and we'll get it on
You gotta right to the grill I'm white and I ill
A decendant of Dublin with titanic skill
I ducked and I swing next thing your jaw's broken
Punk I ain't jokin' you can bet you'll be chokin'
On a fist full a nothin' meanwhile I'll be puffin'
On a fat blunt run punk, you don't know the half
Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me laugh
These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm buckwildin'
The House Of Pain is pumpin', start jumpin'
Freak it, funk it, back seat junk it
If you can't get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
Then you'll get a beatin' just like an egg
It's so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
But we can have a run off, the House Of Pain'll come off
We got the cake that you're tryin' to get a crumb off
The Irish stylee, the Celtic jazz
No one has it, just us that's it
If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily
You call me a skin head, I call you a pin head
Yo, where you been man, just like the tin man
You got no heart, here comes the good part
I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
No **in' around
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, trust me
You shouldn't play, and by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya
Chorus
(What's the hassle man?) Top o' the mornin' to ya (2x)
(Hey, are you givin' us a hassle man?)
Greetins, salutaions
Peace to the nations of Zulu and Islam
Crack the bottle, rev the throttle
Put the gear in, now you're stearin'
Like Mario Andretti
So let me kick it, cause I can make a wicked
Noise like a cricket
Rubbin' his legs, my rhymes are like eggs
I'll keep layin' 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em
This is the House Of Pain, we're far from plain
But we're not fancy, Ron and Nancy
So just say no, but I say go
Straight to hell, I kiss and tell
So if you're a ho, all my friends know
What you gotta say, let's hit the hay
And have no delay, and yo, by the way
Top o' the mornin' to ya
Chorus
Extra extra, read all about it
How could ya doubt it?
Now scream and shout it!
The House Of Pain soon will reign
Over the hip hop scene and like golden green
I rip shit and back flip like a Jedi
I roll with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I
Come correct and get respect when I'm flowin'
Collectin my dough, I got you're girlfriend ho-in'
And how do I know that she's funk?
I know she's broke cause yo, the T's hung like a
Shetland pony, gettin' paid like Sony
So never ever try to play me out like a phony
Cause I can get real thick like a bull with Mark Toneil
And by the way, top o' the mornin' to ya
Chorus
South Australia (The Pogues)
In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, were bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, youll hear me sing, were bound for South Australia
As I walked out one morning fair, heave away, haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair, were bound for South Australia
There's just one thing that's on my mind, heave away, haul away
That's leaving Nancy Blair behind, were bound for South Australia
And as we wallop round Cape Horn, heave away, haul away
You'll wish to God you've never been born, were bound for South Australia
In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, were bound for South Australia
Rickety Rackety (Aesop Rock)
Aesop Rock
Smack dab in the middle of the cuddles and kills, guerilla jimmy city limits with a bucket of pills hollring 'no I don't immediately ameliorate 'em. I meet 'em, greet 'em, read 'em, and rate 'em, see if I hate 'em.'
El-P
Here come the hard rock bump through the speaker top. The tweeter meter blew code def hones in. I pack a lunchbox, walk to the stoning, jump into the chemicals sold in my zoning. I'm irrational, paranoid, tragic. And the button on my chest says 'panic'. Punch it, hold up, don't touch me. I'm a savage from a rabid**country.
Camu Tao
Who want to get it? You all acquitted. You need to quit it. Getting evicted, you little idiot, pitching tickets. It's sorta tricky the way you wanna go get your digits. Body you up at the party, somebody get his mistress.
Aesop Rock
You take a pitch black lung and a purple heart, then you kick back once the inertia start. And when the shipwreck sunk through the perfect dark, the serpent's arch alerts every circled shark. See, bloody salt water sounds the h'ors d'oeuvres alarm, and when the first arm's found we observe the art. Like a belly-acher won't kick face to the curb, rather kick when the face already raped by the worms.
El-P
Tasmanian pain coast, ridin'. Very little to say to these politician behind it but this: you better loosen the noose or lose livin'. These little kids walking the ave. quick to produce a biscuit.
Camu Tao
Now you should medicate any area that the pain hits. And when you in the streets you should peep the sets of strangers. The actors that are in fact a cast of chaos. They be looking for any situation they can play on. Respectively injecting these thoughts, detain us. Negative speaking, they be creeping, they entertainers. When you out of data they run through a route that'll save ya. In retrospect, infect and pressing your papers.
El-P
I design kill pain cave penmanship. Federal analog hog unedited. With a CUNY degree in young numbness. Angels on the rooftop, gun in they trumpets.
Aesop Rock
I was buried to the neck in them all-start bloopers. Periscope down, hop Boss Hog cruiser. Porcelain or pewter authority wil be over ruled the second jukie uber alles news hit the sewers.
CHORUS
Rickety Rackety. This city fit my style exactly. With a backspin, and the fat laces, Gazelle glasses, chase rap daily. Rickety Rackety, this city fit my style exactly. Near the train tracks, in the garbage bags, where the cement cracks, we a part of that.
Camu Tao
When you take 2 to the vein, introduce 2 to the brain. You don't get used to the pain. A maniac bruising the cage. When cats rush you in the public you be like 'do it again'. He's a mother** bloodsucker, he can do what he can.
El-P
On the side of the block, do the bus stop. You paying a fare? That's a trust fund. Little ugly**duck, life's a fun **. Too battered to rush, I walk punch drunk. And the whole world is yours now. Before the steppers are goosed kick your door down. I'm in the getaway whip with Aes Rizzle. He got the same shit stitched in his missles.
Aesop Rock
O.k. lefty field... stealth. Dressed to kill... self. Megawatt with a horizontal neck spin swim funny to vertical bobble head yes men.
Camu Tao
When the evil falls in it draws to the pours, it gnaws to the core. It's precedented that you represented a percentage that wasn't vintage and the crawlers hate us, you automated, we brought the flavors, niggas you ought to hate us.
El-P
This nerd rap is a bird trap, my words jap the ??? backstage and get they fur tapped. Little kids running with scissors want to check me. Accidents don't happen. Stupid plants come correctly.
Aesop Rock
Don't picket the misfit law, Nancy. The core's no picnic. Mislead whores advancing. No business. Insist lured with candy to cure citizen x with that all-rours dancing. Corporals landing ashore, all soar boned nitwit, rickety rackety ** fancy. Weave through the hell and high water hot zone, diseases in the minute the idiot got home.
Camu Tao
Now I'm a teacher, 1st grade, and I want to participate. I want to grade the papers but I don't want to give them A's. O.k. F, D, F-, test time, set timers, call every parent and give 'em a piece of my mind, shit. Cuz I don't want to give a good future, I'll shoot ya. Shoot ya? With an Uzi filled with rulers. ** minors, flush minds. Even leaving 'em bruised up. Stack kids, pack cute lunches in the cooler.
CHORUS
Rickety Rackety. This city fit my style exactly. Near the fire ladder, where the wires gather, drink water, eat fish, smile after. Rickety Rackety, this pussy fit my dick exactly. With a threesome, giving treatment, ** on drugs, girl you can't keep up.
Legend Of Wooly Swamp (The Charlie Daniels Band)
The Legend Of Wooly Swamp Charlie Daniels
(V-1) If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night There's things out there in the middle of them woods That'd make a strong man die from fright There's things that crawl and things that fly And things that creep around on the ground And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around.
CHORUS: But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods And he never did do a lot of harm in the world But he never did do no good People didn't think too much of him They all thought he acted funny The old man didn't care about people anyway All he cared about was his money. He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around But on certain nights if the moon was right He'd dig it up out of the ground. He'd pour it all out on the floor of his s** And run his fingers through it. Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man And that's all there ever was to it.
CHORUS
The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat And belligerent when they'd speak. One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators. They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand. And they all went crazy and they beat the old man Then they picked him up off the ground Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed Till the black water sucked him down. Then they turned around and went back to the s** And they picked up the money and ran. But they hadn't gone nowheres when they realized They were running in quicksand. And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away Then just before they were gone They could hear that old man laughing In a voice that was loud and strong.
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again There's a spot in the yard in back of that s** Where the ground is always wet. And on certain nights if the moon is right And you're down by the dark footpath You can hear three yound men screaming And you can hear that old man laugh.
Repeat (V-1)
CHORUS...
From: "Nancy Wood" <brooksie2@mailcity.com>
Voices ((Hed) P.E.)
Somethin inside tells me to grab this pen and write it down
That very same voice tells me to grab this joint and light it now
There must be somethin in these trees that keep me sane
Because I got these tendencies to put a bullet in your brain
Suicidal tendencies to grab a razor blade
Chop a line as long as Thailand
and inject it in my brain
And it wasn't even Yayo
It was crystal Drain-O
** Nancy Rea-ho
Don't just say no
Just say yes
And go have ** on ten hits of X
Let ten guys cum on your chest
Just make sure I'm next
I had my aids test
and I think I passed
Now - go in the room bitch
and clean up the mess
Give us what we want
I want to violate you
Why won't you wake up
My friend - please let me **you
I hate you - I'll break you
I want you broken in half
Give us what we want now!!!
Something inside of us keeps telling us to not give up
Something inside of me says all roads lead to tragedy
How can you stay mad at me
I'm just a clown
A nobody
I don't even exist to you
So how can I mean shit to you
So stop pretending that you care whether I laff or cry
You a phony you a fake
It's time for you to die
You and me'll always be enemies
It's like you the Arab
And I'm the Israeli
Give us what we want....
Somethin inside of yo vaginaz got me homicidal
When you bend over - it's all over
Rover's takin over
Fat - skinny - short - tall
I think I've **ed em all
I'm not sure
I can't remember - from the alcohol
Demoral - Percoset and Xanax
But now I only ** with the pussy and smoke cess-
Imilia - ria lena - eu chi amo maizia
Translation - Dear Mamma
I can't wait to see ya
They Are In Love (The Sid & Nancy Tango) (David Byrne)
Knockin' On Joe (Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds)
These chains of sorrow, they are heavy, it is true
And these locks cannot be broken,
no, not with one thousand keys
O Jailer, you drag a ball-n-chain you cannot see
You can lay your burden on me
You can lay your burden down on me
You can lay your burden down upon me
But you cannot lay down your memory
Woooo wooo wooo
Woooo wooo wooo
Here I go!
Knockin on Joe!
This square foot of sky will be mine til I die
Knocking on Joe
Woooo wooo wooo
All down the row
Knockin on Joe
O Warden I surrender to you
Your fists can't hurt me anymore
You know, these hands will never mop
your dirty Death Row floors
O Preacher, come closer, you don't scare me anymore
Just tell Nancy not to come here
Just tell her not to come here anymore
Tell Nancy not to come
And let me die in the memory of those arms
O woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
All down the row
Knockin on Joe
O you kings of halls and ends of halls
You will die within these walls
And I'll go, down the row
Knockin on Joe
O Nancy's body is a coffin,
she wears my tombstone at her head
O Nancy's body is a coffin,
she wears my tombstone at her head
She wears her body like a coffin
She wears a dress of gold and red
She wears a dress of gold and red
She wears a dress of red and gold
Grave-looters at my coffin
before my body's even cold
It's a door for when I go
Knockin on Joe
These hands will never mop
your dirty Death Row floors
No! You can hide! You can run!
O but your trial is yet to come
O you can run! You can hide!
But you have yet to be tried!
You can lay your burdens down here
You can lay your burden down
Knockin on Joe
You can lay your burden upon me
You can lay your burden upon me
Knockin on Joe
You can lay it down here
You can bring your burden down
Knockin on Joe
You can't hurt me anymore
You can't hurt me anymore
Knockin on Joe
(ad lib)
New Age (Tori Amos)
Waiting for the phone to ring, diamond necklace on my shoulder.
Waiting for the phone to ring, lipstick on my neck and shoulder.
It seems to be my fancy, to make it with Frank and Nancy when,
Over the bridge we go, looking for love...
Over the bridge we go, looking for love...
I'll come running to you, oh, baby if you want me,
I'll...I...ll, I'll come running to you now, baby, if you want me,
I'll...I...I; Looking at my hands today,
Look to me that they're made of ivory.
Had a funny call today, someone died and someone's married.
You know that it's my fancy, to make it with Frank and Nancy when,
Over the bridge they go, looking for love...
Over the bridge we... go, looking for love...
I'll come running to you, now, baby, if you want me,
I'll...I...ll, I'll come running to you, baby, if you want me,
Now-that-I'm-ready... I'll come running to you now, baby, if you want me,
Now-that-I... I'll come running to you, baby, if you want me,
And something's got a hold on me.
It's the beginning of the new age... Oh, I don't know what it was.
It's the beginning of the new age... Can you see and tell for yourself?
Yes, it's the beginning of the new age...
Oh, you little, sick little fox, yes,
It's the beginning of the new age....
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