Leisure Suit Lyrics and Video Lounge and PPWC Karaoke Bar

I know I may be young, but I’ve got feelings too.
And I need to do what I feel like doing.
So let me go and just listen.

All you people look at me like I’m a little girl.
Well did you ever think it be okay for me to step into this world.

Always saying little girl don’t step into the club.
Well I’m just tryin’ to find out why cause dancing’s what I love.

Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)(Do you like it)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH)(This feels good)

I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy.
But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy.

What’s practical is logical. What the hell, who cares?
All I know is I’m so happy when you’re dancing there.

I’m a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I’m a slave for you. I won’t deny it; I’m not trying to hide it.

Baby, don’t you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place.
Baby, don’t you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, my age.
(Lets go)

(Like that)
(You like it)
(Now watch me)

Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA)

Baby, don’t you wanna, dance upon me,

Eh ??

But uh yeah... anyhow

hey, speaking of "baby" what do you call your wife or husband?

do you call him/her ---sweatheart, babe,baby, honey, hun, sweatie pie, baby cakes, darling, pookie wookie?

just curious

That reminded me of that song in Dirty Dancing, where their chillin up in the room, and singin that one song...cant think of the name... where the dude goes "Oh SYLVIA!!!" and the chick goes "Yes Johnny" (i think thats the dudes name in the song), and the dude goes "How do you call your lover boy??" and then they go into singin about it..

Dont ask why... but Ive seen the flick tons of times and if drunk enough, I prolly could be talked into re-citing a buncha the lines......

And to actually answer the question: I dont call them anything, cause I dont have one...

Dirty Dancing Soundtrack Lyrics

Mickey & Sylvia---Love Is Strange

Love, love is strange
Lot of people take it for a game
Once you get it
You'll never wanna quit (no, no)
After you've had it (yeah, yeah)
You're in an awful fix
Many people
Don't understand (no, no)
They think loving (yeah, yeah)
Is money in the hand
Your sweet loving
Is better than a kiss
When you leave me
Sweet kisses I miss

MICKEY:
Silvia...

SILVIA:
Yes Mickey?

MICKEY:
How do you call your loverboy?

SILVIA:
Come 'ere loverboy!!

MICKEY:
And if he doesnt answer?

SILVIA:
Ohh loverboy!

MICKEY:
And if he STILL doesnt answer?

SILVIA:
I simply say
Baby,
Oohh baby
My sweet baby
You're the one

TOGETHER:
Baby,
Oohh baby
My sweet baby
You're the one

oh Ares? ;)

BEFORE Justin?

kinda young there wern'tcha?

and speaking of "road trip", another road trip movie comes to mind, I think it is called "Road Trip" hahaahaha great movie! that guy from Minnesota is in it - Somebody Scott someone or another. OR that girl from ET's boyfriend is in it.

Quiz! Make yah think! ;p

Seann William Scott from Cottage Grove. He went to my same high school.

Bio

Dirty Dancing ...

"And most of all, I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I'm with you."

yes spaghetti arms?

this is my dance space, and this is your dance space.

then I walk up and bust a fresh ass moon walk on both of the dance spaces, and take up the entire dance floor trying to do the worm, and some other break dance moves, that I dont know how to do, unless im drunk.....

He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
But he wasn't that good with a puck

Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than three hundred fights
A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon
Son, we've always got room for a goon"

There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Brains over brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

Hit somebody!was what the crowd roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards
"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for

Protection is what you're here for
Protection--it's the stars that score
Protection--kick somebody's ass
Protection--don't put the biscuit in the basket just
Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears
Blood on the ice ran down through the years
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones
He never lost a fight on his icy patrol
But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal
He just wanted one damn goal

There were Swedes at the the blue line
Finns at the red
A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head
Brains over brawn--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

In his final season, on his final night
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal

The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too
And coldcocked Buddy on his follow through
The big man crumbled but he felt all right
'Cause the last thing he saw
was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light

There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Take care of your teeth--that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada to do

I started as an altar boy working at the church
Learning all my holy moves doing some research
Which led me to a cash box labelled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change and tuck the bills inside my cumberbund

I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture and took it to Spokane
Auctioned off every last naugahyde divan

I'm very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy and I'm angry and I don't care who I cross

CHORUS
I'm, intruder in the dirt
I llike to have a good time and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred and go down in history

Of course I went to law school and got a law degree
And counselled all my clients to plead insanity
Then worked in hair replacement swindling the bald
Where very few are chosen, fewer still are called

Then on to Monte Carlo play chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute

Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
Fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads sipping Foster's in the shade

I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot

CHORUS

I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
Landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
See you in the next life, wake me up for meals

Love is a burning thing
And it makes a fiery ring
Bound by a wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire

Chorus:
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames climbed higher
And it burned, burned, burned the ring of fire
The ring of fire

The taste of love is sweet
When hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
Ooh, but the fire went wild

Chorus:
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames climbed higher
And it burned, burned, burned the ring of fire
The ring of fire

Repeat chorus

Man... I remember the first year me and shaggs and our homies went to X-Fest... we were walkin around, and back in one deep ass dark corner of Sunrise Campgrounds, there was a grip of people sitting around this huge ass bonfire, singin "Ring Of Fire".... it was pretty cool....

To me its something really special. You talk to people today, and a lot of them are like "Man, country music sucks". But you watch the recent MTV video music awards, and you have someone like Justin Timberlake giving Johnny Cash credit and respect. You've got people at X-fest singing his songs. Johnny Cash was someone you could listen to and really like, even if he was country.

Hell, I'm sure that he even had a part in AW's wardrobe

I even had a shirt that my friends called the Johnny Cash Halloween Special shirt. It was all black with thin orange stripes on the sleeves.

When I worked at Esteban's, we had a job description called cash/host. It was part cashier and part host/hostess. There was a guy who had that job and always wore black or really dark clothes. We called him "Johnny Cash/Host"

So don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque
We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me

Dizzy, drunk and fightin'
On tequila white lightnin'
My glass is getting shorter
On whiskey, ice and water

So come on and have a good time
And get blinded out of your mind

So don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque
We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me
(Get stoned)

Gonna roll around
Gonna hit the ground
Take another swing
Have another drink
Gonna drink it dry
Gonna get me high
Come on all the boys
Make a noise

Have a drink on me

From one of the greatest hard rock albums of all time!

Not to mention live bands either

Hurricane -By Bob Dylan

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

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This song is strange since it came out in 1976 when Bob Dylan was already amidst his conversion to Christianity, thus writing "lighter" songs. I think the first verse, stanza, whatever of this song is one of the best ever written by anyone. I'm still bummed out about not goin to his concert at Somerset. I wanna go see him again.

That is a long song!

Great, great song. Here's a little Frosti history: We took a family trip to visit my uncle in Montana. He had this killer Alpine audio system in his van, and we were listening to some tunes out there. My uncle grabbed the album Desireand put it in. I'd never heard of Dylan before (I was probably 11) but as soon as I heard Hurricane, I was hooked.

I saw him in Somerset. Great show man, you should have been there.

Back on the boardwalk there's moe the sleaze
Sells good things and aims to please
He's almost even but he doesn't mind a handout.

Come on down for a pleasure cruise
We're all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women, plenty of booze.

Give your ticket to moe the sleaze
He's the one that's weak in the knees
His pants are baggy, but you can see them shaking.

I'll introduce you to surfer joe

He may be there, i really don't know
We can smoke garfong and watch him ride the big one.

Come on down for a pleasure cruise
We're all going on a pleasure cruise
Come on down for a pleasure cruise
Plenty of women, plenty of booze.

Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on.

Here's a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, and he let it go
There's somebody satisfied with winning.

Here's a story about surfer joe
He caught the big one, and he let it go
He's somebody satisfied with winning.
He's somebody.

Yes. Hurricane, like many Bob Dylan songs, is really long. It's 8:30 I think.

Hey frosti do you like Dylan's folk (like Dont Think Twice It's All Right) kind of songs or his more instrumental (Tangled Up In Blue)? I for some reason thought you were a fan of his earlier years but Desire came out in the mid-70's.

Hurricane will always be a favorite of mine, but I do tend to like his earlier stuff better. Tangled up in Blue is a great song. There's a killer version of it on The Bootleg Series Volume 2. Lay Lady, Lay is one I like quite a bit. My favorite album is probably Highway 61 Revisited. But Love and Thefthas really blown me away.

Highway 61 Revisited

Great album. Like a Rolling Stone is one of his best songs and it made the album shine.

I don't have "Love and Theft" but I have another one of his newer (and award winning)albums "Time Out of Mind". Have you heard it? Do you think Love and Theft is as good? Kind of a funny time to bring it up because I just put up a Love and Theft poster.

As far as my favorite albums: "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan" and "Another Side Of Bob Dylan" all the way.

I haven't heard Time Out Of Mind, so I can't offer any comparisons. But yeah, I think L&T is a great album.

The first Dylan album I ever got was Biograph. It was a huge collection of his work. I grew up listening to that over and over, so a lot of times I don't have a clear idea of which album a song originally appeared on.

Biograph (1985) track listing:

Baby Let Me Follow You Down
If Not For You
Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power)
I'll Keep It With Mine
You Angel You
Gotta Serve Somebody
Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window?
Lay Down Your Weary Tune
Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
I Shall Be Released
Masters Of War
Abandoned Love - (previously unreleased)
Romance In Durango
Most Likely You Go Your Way - (live 1974)
Baby I`m In The Mood For You
Like A Rolling Stone
Forever Young - (previously unreleased demo)
Every Grain Of Sand
It Ain't Me Babe
Heart Of Mine
Mighty Quinn, The (Quinn The Eskimo)
Time Passes Slowly
Blowin' In The Wind
Isis - (live 1975)
Mr. Tambourine Man
Jet Pilot - (previously unreleased)
All Along The Watchtower
Tangled Up In Blue
Groom's Still Waiting At Altar
Positively 4th Street
It's All Over Now Baby Blue - (live in 1966)
I Want You
Times They Are A-Changin'
To Ramona
Percy's Song - (previously unreleased 1963)
I Don't Believe You - (live 1966)
Lay Lady Lay
Visions Of Johanna - (live 1966 version)
Million Dollar Bash
Subterranean Homesick Blues
I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
Caribbean Wind
Knockin` On Heaven's Door
Up To Me - (previously unreleased 1974 song)
Just Like A Woman
Dear Landlord
Mixed Up Confusion
Tombstone Blues
Solid Rock
I Wanna Be Your Lover
You're A Big Girl Now

Bob Dylan

Hurricane
Like A Rolling Stone
Stuck Inside of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Positively 4th Street
My Back Pages
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
All Along The Watchtower
I Want You
The Times They Are A-Changin'
Watchin' The River Flow (maybe Watching The River Flow)

Non-Dylan

Dreams- Fleetwood Mac
The Scientist- Coldplay

I'm probably missing a few Dylan Songs in my hall of fame, and no I don't think Lay Lady Lay is one of his best (most people think so). I haven't heard a Dylan song I don't like, though. He is that great.

Oh yeah, I hate the Beatles!

How can you hate the Beatles???

Yeah, but you like country music JT.

You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things
And it's worth it just to hear you say you're going to give me everything
So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone
You know I feel ok

When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight

Owww!

So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone
You know I feel ok

When I'm home everything seems to be right
When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah

It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog
It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
You know I feel alright
You know I feel alright...

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

How could you not like this song?

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found a sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
in our yellow submarine

We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play

We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

(Full speed ahead Mr. Boatswain, full speed ahead
Full speed ahead it is, Sgt.
Cut the cable, drop the cable
Aye, Sir, aye
Captain, captain)

As we live a life of ease
Every one of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine

We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

Although I really, REALLY dislike country music...

I do kinda like the following lyrics.

In a bar in Toledo across the depot
On a bar stool she took off her ring
I thought I'd get closer
So I walked on over
I sat down and ask her name
When the drink finally hit her
She said I'm no quitter
But I finally quit living on drinks
I'm hungry for laughter
And here ever after

In the mirror I saw him
I closely watch him
I thought how he looked out of place
He came to the woman
Sat down beside me
He had a strange look on his face
The big hands are callous
He looked like a mountain
From a minute I thought I was dead
But he started shaking
But his big heart was breaking

You picked the fine time to leave me, Lucille
Four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some bad time
Live thru' some sad times
But this time the hurting won't heal
You pick the fine time to leave me, Lucille

After he left her
I ordered some whisky
I thought how she made him look small
From thee lights of the barroom
To rented hotel room
We walked without talking at all
She was a beauty
But when she came to me
She must have thought I lose my mind
I couldn't hold her
The words that he told her
The words that he told her
Kept coming back time after time

I always sing that song when I change a tire on the car, to remind myself to tighten the lug nuts good.

You picked a fine time to leave me, loose wheel.

because I just put up a Love and Theft poster.

when you get married that poster will end up in the garage or your workshop in the basement ;)

you change a lot of tires Frosti? hahhahaaha

WoW! I never really listened to the other words of that song other than the main line.

oooooh ;) I do kinda like the following lyrics.

she took off her ring

Of all the love I have won or have lost
there is one love I should never have crossed
She was a girl in a million, my friend
I should have known she would win in the end

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be

Although I laugh and I act like a clown
Beneath this mask I am wearing a frown
My tears are falling like rain from the sky

Is it for her or myself that I cry

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be

What have I done to deserve such a fate
I realize I have left it too late
And so it's true, pride comes before a fall
I'm telling you so that you won't lose all

I'm a loser
And I lost someone who's near to me
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins so i'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs
spray paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
someone keeps sayin' I'm insane to complain about
a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
(yo cut it)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor i'm a loser baby,so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's got on the pole shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
the daytime crap with the folksinger slop
he hung himself with a guitar string
slap the turkey neck and it's hangin' on a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax
fallin' on a termite who's chokin' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(drive-by body pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
soooooooyy....
(I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel it)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
[repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

Frosti---It's amazing what people can get paid to write!!!!!

Trip 6 JOE

The devil went down to Georgia
He was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind cause he was way behind
And he was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickony stump
And said, "Boy" let me tell you what
I guess you didn't know it
But I'm a fiddle player too
And if you'd care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with you
Now you played pretty good fiddle,boy
But give the devil his due
I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
Cause I think I'm better than you
The boy said "My name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take you bet, your gonna regret
Cause I'm the best that's ever been"

Johnny raising up your bow
And play your fiddle hard
Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia
And the devil deals the cards
And if you win
You get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
The devil opened up his case
And he said "I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his finger tips
As he raised up his bow
And he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made a evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in
And it sounded something like this

When the devil finished Johnny said
Well you're, pretty good old son
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done