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Leisure Suit Lyrics and Video Lounge and PPWC Karaoke Bar
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQetLQRab8c
:wink:
thats just amazing
I am always up for a vacation :grin:
AHHHHHhhhhhh :cool:
I was watching the news
When this fella came on the TV
He said IÂ’m tellinÂ’ you
That science has proven
That heartaches are healed by the sea
That got me goinÂ’
Without even knowinÂ’
I packed right up and drove down
Now IÂ’m on a roll
And I swear to my soul
Tonight IÂ’m gonna paint this town
So bring me two pina coladas
One for each hand
LetÂ’s set sail with Captin Morgan
And never leave dry land
Troubles I forgot ‘em
I buried ‘em in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
She said good-bye to her good timinÂ’ man
Oh now IÂ’ve gotta say
That the wind and the waves
And the moon winkinÂ’ down at me
Eases my mind
By leavinÂ’ behind
The heartaches that love often brings
Now IÂ’ve got a smile
That goes on for miles
With no inclination to roam
IÂ’ve gotta say
That I think IÂ’ve gotta stay
‘Cause this is feelin’ more and more like home
So bring me two pina coladas
One for each hand
LetÂ’s set sail with Captin Morgan
And never leave dry land
Troubles I forgot ‘em
I buried ‘em in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
She said good-bye to her good timinÂ’ man
Running thirty minutes late
Singing "Margaritaville" and minding my own
Some foreign car driving dude
With a road rage attitude
Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone
He started yelling at me
Like I did something wrong
He flipped me the bird and then he was gone
First Chorus:
Some beach somewhere
There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair
Palm trees a growin' and warm breeze is blowin'
I picture myself right there
On some beach somewhere
I circled the parking lot
Trying to find a spot
Just big enough I could park my old truck
A man with a big cigar
Was getting into his car
I stopped and I waited for him to back up
And from out of nowhere a Mercedes Benz
Came cruising up and whipped right in
Second Chorus:
Some beach somewhere
There's nowhere to go and you got all day to get there
There's cold margaritas and hot senoritas
Smiling with long dark hair
On some beach somewhere
Well I sat in that waitin' room
It seemed like all afternoon
The nurse finally said, "Doc's ready for you
You're not gonna feel a thing
We'll give you some novocaine
That tooth will be fine in a minute or two"
Then he stuck that needle down deep in my gum
And he started drilling before I was numb
Third Chorus:
Some beach somewhere
There's a beautiful sunset burning up the atmosphere
There's music and dancing
And lovers romancin' in the salty evenin' air
On some beach somewhere
christmas
christmas
light the lights, ring the chimes
come on in its party time
raise a glass for old lang syne
come on and rock it up for all mankind
good to see friends i know
kissin' under the mistletoe love to hear the children sing it looks like santa's gonna' bring...
(another rock and roll christmas)
another christmas rock and roll
presents hangin' from the tree
you'll never guess what you've got from me
(another rock and roll christmas)
another christmas rock and roll
you better be off home, shut up tight
you never know it might snow tonight
guys and gals stay up late
they're so excited they can't wait
let there be peace on earth
come on and rock and roll for all your worth
were gonna' laugh were gonna' sing
were gonna' make the rafters ring
pull my cracker
let me be the silver star upon your tree
(another rock and roll christmas)
another christmas rock and roll
all dressed up so here we go
do i hear sleigh bells in the snow?
(another rock and roll christmas)
another christmas rock and roll
tonight old santa never ever stops
he rocks around the chimney tops
and you'll be rockin' in your stockin'
when you see your big suprise
cause you'll be rockin' in your stockin
you won't believe your big blue eyes
come on in join the fun
it's christmas time for everyone
may your days be merry and bright
this aint gonna' be no silent night
see the stars glittering
soon they're gonna' see the new year in
Everyone's huggin kiss me quick
i'm gonna rock and roll for old saint nick
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at christmas
Open my presents and Id be glad
But the last time I played father christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said:
Father christmas, give us some money
Dont mess around with those silly toys.
Well beat you up if you dont hand it over
We want your bread so dont make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Dont give my brother a steve austin outfit
Dont give my sister a cuddly toy
We dont want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real mccoy
Father christmas, give us some money
Well beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father christmas, give us some money
Dont mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job cause he needs one
Hes got lots of mouths to feed
But if youve got one, Ill have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street
Father christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you dont hand it over
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Have yourself a merry merry christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin
While youre drinkin down your wine
Father christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you dont hand it over
We want your bread, so dont make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Song Lyrics:
Hamster Love
Hamster, hamster by candle light.
Do it in a casserole is doing it right.
When they're in season, they're pretty pleasin'.
Hamster sandwich, hamster and cheese.
Hamster sandwiches with mayoneeze,
are delicious, and so nutritious.
You can dice, you can slice and fillet them.
Cut off their heads and sauté them.
And into the oven you shove,
smells like hamster love.
Hamster curry, or pickled toes,
Australian hamster tails, any good chef knows
how to make them, or just shake and bake them.
For breakfast, for lunch or while dining,
as a snack munch their deep-fried fur lining.
Into your mouth with a shove,
tastes like hamster love.
For breakfast, for lunch or while dining,
as a snack munch their deep-fried fur lining.
Into your mouth with a shove,
tastes like hamster love.
La-la la la-la, la-la la la.
La-la la la-la, la-la la la.
La-la la la-la, la-la la la.
La-la la la-la, la-la la la.
La-la la la-la, la-la la la.
Artist: The Doors
Album: The Doors
Year: 1967
Title: Break On Through (To The Other Side)
You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She gets, she gets
She gets, she gets
I found an island in your arms
A country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lied
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Made the scene from week to week
Day to day, hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, break on through
Break on through, break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, . . .
Artist: The Doors
Album: The Doors
Year: 1967
Title: Light My Fire
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire, yeah
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn't get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Try to set the night on fire
Artist: The Doors
Album: L.A. Woman
Year: 1971
Title: L.A. Woman
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in The City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon
L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c'mon
Artist: The Doors
Album: The Doors
Year: 1967
Title: The End
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands
The end
No safety or surprise
The end
I'll never look into your eyes again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway West, baby
Ride the snake
Ride the snake
To the lake
To the lake
The ancient lake, baby
The snake is long
Seven miles
Ride the snake
He's old
And his skin is cold
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where are you taking us?
The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother
And then he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door
And he looked inside
Father
Yes son?
I want to kill you
Mother, I want to. . .
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
I really like that song
2008 infinity
wow. that was an amazing concert.
Who are we that You would be mindful of us what do You see that's worth looking our way we are
free in ways that we never should be sweet release from the grip of these chains like hinges
straining from the weight my heart no longer can keep from singing.
all that is within me cries for You alone be glorified Emmanuel God with us my heart sings a
brand new song the debt is paid these chains are gone Emmanuel God with us.
Lord You know our hearts don't deserve Your glory still You show a love we cannot afford like
hinges straining from the weight my heart no longer can keep from singing.
all that is within me cries for You alone be glorified Emmanuel God with us my heart sings a
brand new song the debt is paid these chains are gone Emmanuel God with us.
Such a tiny offering compared to Calvary nevertheless way law it at your feet.
all that is within me cries for You alone be glorified Emmanuel God with us
my heart sings a brand new song the debt is paid these chains are gone Emmanuel God with us.
Was a great show! :smile:
Guitar man, tell me what your secret am
Tell me please, can you put my mind at ease
When you`re standing in the spotlight
With all the girls around
I was wondering how you do it
How you make that sound, guitar man
Tell me what your secret am
Tell me please, can you put my mind at ease
Your fingers move so swiftly
Across those silver strings
It looks so nice and easy
How you make it sing, guitar man
Tell me what your secret am
Tell me please, can you put my mind at ease
Guitar man, in a guitar jam
Playing low, playing slow
Playing loud, working the crowd
Playing high, you seem to fly
Guitar man, tell me what your secret am
Uh, hey man, have you seen my Stratocaster
Hand me that Gibson over there, will you
Let my try your Martin, man
Do you mind
Plug it in that Marshall
Turn it up a little bit louder
  Guitar Man
NEIL YOUNG LYRICS
"Crime In The City (Sixty To Zero Part 1)"
Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come on out
with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here.
There was a face in the window
The TV cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told.
The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said, What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get
these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong.
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone.
Yeah.
There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid
blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free.
Yeah.
Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
But that's the way
all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish I could
see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home I ever had
Yeah.
Well, I keep gettin' younger
My life's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For sassin' back at the preacher
Then I grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down
Wish I never got old.
NEIL YOUNG LYRICS
"Loner"
He's a perfect stranger,
Like a cross
of himself and a fox.
He's a feeling arranger
And a changer
of the ways he talks.
He's the unforeseen danger
The keeper of
the key to the locks.
Know when you see him,
Nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner.
If you see him in the subway,
He'll be down
at the end of the car.
Watching you move
Until he knows
he knows who you are.
When you get off
at your station alone,
He'll know that you are.
Know when you see him,
Nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner.
There was a woman he knew
About a year or so ago.
She had something
that he needed
And he pleaded
with her not to go.
On the day that she left,
He died,
but it did not show.
Know when you see him,
Nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner.
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
Chorus:
It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he's watchin' us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry
They stack the odds 'til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
chorus
Risin' up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
chorus
The eye of the tiger
Lyrics: Puddle Of Mudd - Psycho lyrics
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic psychoÂ… yeahÂ…
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic psychoÂ…
She lays down on the fresh lawn
She can make everything magical
But she tied one on big time
And it makes me want to rewind
To back in the days when we were young
When everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off in any minute
And you know weÂ’re gonna win again
Yeah you know weÂ’re gonna win again
Yeah you know weÂ’re gonna win again
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic psychoÂ… yeah
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The paranoid flake-ohÂ… yeah
She lays down on the sidewalk
Never very analytical
She is something simply beautiful
Reappear with youth and magical
Back in the days when we were young
When everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off in any minute
Yeah you know weÂ’re gonna win again
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic PsychoÂ… yeah
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The paranoid flake-ohÂ… yeah
IÂ’m the one
IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic psycho
IÂ’m the one
IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic psycho
You're the one
You're the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic psycho
Back in the days when we were young
When everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off in any minute
And you know weÂ’re gonna win again
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic psychoÂ… yeah
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe IÂ’m the one
Who isÂ…
The paranoid flake-ohÂ…
You're the one
You're the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic psycho
(Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe I'm the one
Who is...
Who is the schizophrenic psycho)
You're the one
You're the one
Who isÂ…
The schizophrenic psycho
(Maybe IÂ’m the one
Maybe I'm the one
Who is...
Who is the schizophrenic psycho)
YouÂ’re the one,
YouÂ’re the one,
Who is the schizophrenic psycho
CHEVELLE LYRICS
"I Get It"
So you say you're ignored
As it is,
Well, give us your sad, sad trip
You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life
Assumed it's whether
We're right or wrong
We're doomed, and there's plenty for all
How dare you catch me counting?
How dare you call at all?
How dare you call it suffering?
How dare you call at all?
You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life
Press on these tannins
They double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far
Of course the law is fountains
Or face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish force
You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?
You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life
Life, life, life.
I am your brother
Your best friend forever
Singing the songs - the music that you love
WeÂ’re brothers til the end of time
Together or not, youÂ’re always in my heart
You hurt your feelings
And youÂ’ll be running no more
It's a bit off though I think
Maybe not - I knew someone would post those lyrics. HAHA Good one!
One time and you should have it tattooed on your mind.
Good stuff
Artist(Band):Mudvayne Review The Song (3) Print the Lyrics
Dreams of earth quakes
Dreams of hurricanes
Dreams of pouring rain
Dreams of tidal waves (to wash us all away)
Dreams of guns blazed
Dreams of fire rage
Dreams of swollen graves
Dreams of hollow pain
All gone
No more fallen
No more enemies
No more casualties
No more dreams
Fall into sleep, fall into me
I have a dream,
But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep, fall into me
Hang onto a dream, that nobody wants
Nobody cares anymore
Dreams of mourning grief
Dreams of disbelief
Dreams of tragedy
Dreams of our disease (to take us all away)
Dreams of fidelity
Dreams of inner peace
Dreams of loyalty
Dreams of unity
All gone
All gone
Fall into sleep, fall into me
I have a dream,
But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep, fall into me
Hang onto a dream, that nobody wants
Nobody cares anymore
The angels are injured
Fall with broken burning wings
Are we dead inside, are we blind
We cant keep moving forward
Backwards with closed eyes
We're losing sight
All lost inside
No more fallen
No more enemies
Fall into sleep, fall into me,
I have a dream
But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep, fall into me,
Hang onto a dream
That nobody wants, nobody cares
Nobody wants, nobody cares anymore
All gone
All gone
All gone
(All gone)
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Review about Fall Into Sleep
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- love mudvayne | Reviewer: belynda | 6/14/2007 this song roxxx big time.they are gods!!
they get me trough life
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they are great!!! | Reviewer: Alessio | 6/2/2007
People that listen mudvayne should read inside lines of theyr words!!!!!! This song rules!!!!
By the way... I liked this thresd at the top level. It is popular.
restaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,
that's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice's
Restaurant.
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on
Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the
restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the
church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and
Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of
room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,
seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't
have to take out their garbage for a long time.
We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be
a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So
we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW
microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed
on toward the city dump.
Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the
dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump
closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off
into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.
We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the
side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the
cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile
is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we
decided to throw our's down.
That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgiving
dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the
next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,
we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of
garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And
I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage."
After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone we
finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down
and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the
police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the
shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the
police officer's station.
Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at
the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for
being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and
we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out
and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again,
which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station
there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was
both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I
can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.
Get in the back of the patrol car."
And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the
quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of
Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the
Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,
being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to
get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of
cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.
They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and
they took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each
one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,
the getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not to
mention the aerial photography.
After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put
us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your
wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my
wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you
want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I
said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"
Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the
toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took
out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll the
toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie
was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice
(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few
nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back
to the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back
of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,
and Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and he
sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the
twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrows
and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.
And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles
and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,
'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the
judge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy
pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each
one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And
we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not
what I came to tell you about.
Came to talk about the draft.
They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one
day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so
I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted to
look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted
to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,
and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all
kinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gave
me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."
And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
Didn't feel too good about it.
Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,
detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me
at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four
hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty
ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was
inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no
part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the
last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,
and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got
one question. Have you ever been arrested?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,
with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all
the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever
go to court?"
And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-ten
colour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on
the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want
you to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"
And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's
where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army after
committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty ugly
looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father
rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And
they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on the
bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest
father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly
'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to me
and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay
$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"
And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench
there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I
said, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,
and we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,
father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the
bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of
things, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it
up and said.
"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-
know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-
you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-
officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for
forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had
fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,
and I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote it
down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the
pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the
other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on
the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the
following words:
("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")
I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall to
ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm
sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench
'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,
kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and
said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints
off to Washington."
And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a
study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm
singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar
situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a
situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into
the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get
anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if
one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and
they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,
they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.
And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in
singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an
organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said
fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and
walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.
And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and
all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the
guitar.
With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and
sing it when it does. Here it comes.
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.
I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it
for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.
So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part
harmony and feeling.
We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.
All right now.
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Excepting Alice
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Walk right in it's around the back
Just a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant
Da da da da da da da dum
At Alice's Restaurant
this entire song got stuck in head...thanks to posen..
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Listen up everybody if you wanna take a chance.
(rap:) just get on the floor and do the new kids dance.
Dont worry bout nothing cause it wont take long.
(rap:) were gonna put you in a trance with a funky song, cause you gotta be
Hangin tough, hangin tough, hangin tough.
(rap:) were rough.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Everybodys always talkin bout whos on top.
(rap:) dont cross our path cause youre gonna get stomped.
We aint gonna give anybody any slack.
(rap:) and if you try to keep us down were gonna come right back,
And you know were
Hangin tough, hangin tough, hangin tough.
(rap:) are you tough enough?
Hangin tough, hangin tough, hangin tough.
(rap:) were rough.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Get loose everybody cause were gonna do our thing.
(rap:) cause you know it aint over till the fat lady sings.
Hangin tough, hangin tough, hangin tough.
(rap:) are you tough enough?
Hangin tough, hangin tough, hangin tough.
(rap:) were rough.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, just hangin tough, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, hangin tough.
Ooo rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus...
Rock rock rock rock me Amadeus
Rock me all the time to the top
He was a Punker
And he lived in the big city
It was Vienna, was Vienna
Where he did everything
He had debts, for he drank
But all the women loved him
And each one shouted:
Come on and rock me Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus
He was Superstar
He was popular
He was so exalted
Because he had flair
He was a virtuose
Was a rock idol
And everyone shouted:
Come on and rock me Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus
Come on and rock me Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus
It was around 1780
And it was in Vienna
No plastic money anymore
The banks against him
From which his debts came
It was common knowledge
He was a women's man
Women loved his punk
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus...
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Yes yes yes
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus Amadeus, oh oh oh Amadeus...
"Oooh" she blurted out, "They're singing about ME"
Perry Como
ItÂ’s always fair weather,
when hep cats get together!
And every time they meet,
hereÂ’s the way youÂ’ll hear them greet ( greet! )
A hubba-hubba-hubba Hello Dad!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got back!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, letÂ’s shoot some breeze!
Say, whatever happened to the Japanese?
Hmm a hubba-hubba-hubba, havenÂ’t you heard?
A hubba-hubba-hubba, slip me the word!
I got it from a guy who was in the knoÂ’
It was mighty smoky over Tokyo!
A friend of mine in a B-29 dropped another load for luck,
As he flew away, he was heard to say:
"A hubba-hubba-hubba yuk yuk!"
Well I gotta go fishinÂ’
ThatÂ’s ok, weÂ’ll give you our permission and weÂ’ll say,
A hubba-hubba-hubba, on your way!
And I will dig you later in the USA!
Ta dah dah dee dee dee ta dee dee, ta dah dah hi hi hi tee dee dee!
A hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got in!
A hubba-hubba-hubba, well give me some skin!
Well youÂ’re lookinÂ’ mighty purdy Miss Curly Locks!
IÂ’m the gravel gurdy of the bobby socks!
Hmm yuttata yuttata yuttaton you talk big!
Well IÂ’m the fresh tomata you canÂ’t dig!
LetÂ’s have a heart to heartÂ’a and youÂ’ll decide!
IÂ’m a chick what's really on the solid side!
You knock me flat, youÂ’re the kind of a cat,
makes me wanta blow my top: " ‘till the end of time . . . " ( Aaaaah! )
And if you feel that way, tell me what you say?
A hubba-hubba-hubba muk muk!
Well now youÂ’re really talkinÂ’, youÂ’re no square!
You canÂ’t be from Weehawken . . .
Hmm hmm Delaware!
You got a line of jive thatÂ’s really zoot!
Well IÂ’ll dig you later, baby youÂ’re all root!
< instrumental break >
YouÂ’re the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat,
and you really know your stuff!
If you feel that way, tell me what you say?
A hubba-hubba-hubba ruff ruff!
A getta long a little mousy with the great big eyes,
well if youÂ’re lookinÂ’ for a spousey,
why youÂ’re just my size!
Mister how you love to blubber
with that knock out squawk,
Seems your lips are made of rubber
every time you talk!
Oh no, no, no, hubba-hubba!
Yes, yes, yes, hubba-hubba!
Bop, bop, bop, hubba-hubba!
A what you knoÂ’ ( A what you knoÂ’ )
A what you say ( A what you say )
I say IÂ’ll dig you later baby in the USA!