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Come along my baby, whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Yes, I said come along my baby, baby you can't go wrong
We ain't fakin', while lotta shakin' goin' on
Well, I said come along my baby, we got chicken in the barn
Woo-huh, come along my baby, really got the bull by the horn
We ain't fakin', whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Well, I said shake, baby, shake
I said shake, baby, shake
I said shake it, baby, shake it
And then shake, baby, shake
Come on over, whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Oh, let's go!
Alright
Well, I said come along my baby, we got chicken in the barn
Whose barn? What barn? My barn
Come along my baby, really got the bull by the horn
We ain't fakin', whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Easy now
Shake it
Ah, shake it, baby
Yeah
You can shake it one time for me
Ye-ah-ha-ah, I said come on over, baby
Whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Now, let's get down real low one time now
Shake, baby, shake
All you gotta do, honey, is kinda stand in one spot
Wiggle around just a little bit, that's when you got it, yeah
Come on baby, whole lotta shakin' goin' on
Now let's go one time
Shake it baby, shake, shake it baby, shake
Woo, shake baby, come on babe, shake it, baby, shake
Come on over, whole lotta shakin' goin' on
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Wild One
01:49
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Well, I'm just out of school
I'm real real cool
I got the jump, got the jive
Got the message, I'm alive
I'm a wild, I'm wild one
Ooh, yeah I'm a wild one
I'm gonna keep a-shakin'
I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby
Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child
Come on, baby, shake all night long
Shake until the meat come off of the bone
'Cause I'm a wild one
Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one
I'm gonna keep a-shakin'
Gonna keep a-movin', baby
Don't you cramp my style, I'm real wild child
Yeah!
Well, I gonna pick you up in my '88
Get ready, sugar, now don't be late
We're gonna move it all night long
Until a whole lotta shakin' goin' be on
I'm a wild one
Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one
I'm gonna keep a-shakin'
I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby
Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child
Whoa!
Well, I really get to movin' when the sun goes down
Oh, after dark, I can get around
Gonna move on, I'll make every hop
When we start to boppin', I sure can't stop
I'm a wild one
Ooh, yeah, I'm a wild one
I'm gonna keep a-shakin'
I'm gonna keep a-movin', baby
Don't you cramp my style, I'm a real wild child
I'm a real wild child
I'm a real wild child
I'm a real wild child
Watch out!
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L'italiano
03:51
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Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Sono un italiano
Buongiorno Italia gli spaghetti al dente
E un partigiano come Presidente
Con l'autoradio sempre nella mano destra
E un canarino sopra la finestra
Buongiorno Italia con i tuoi artisti
Con troppa America sui manifesti
Con le canzoni con amore
Con il cuore
Con piu' donne sempre meno suore
Buongiorno Italia
Buongiorno Maria
Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia
Buongiorno Dio
Lo sai che ci sono anch'io
Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra ai mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare
Perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano
Un italiano vero
Buongiorno Italia che non si spaventa
E con la crema da barba alla menta
Con un vestito gessato sul blu
E la moviola la domenica in Tivu
Buongiorno Italia col caffe' ristretto
Le calze nuove nel primo cassetto
Con la bandiera in tintoria
E una seicento giu' di carrozzeria
Buongiorno Italia
Buongiorno Maria
Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia
Buongiorno Dio
Lo sai che ci sono anch'io
Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare
Perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano
Un italiano vero.
La la la la la la la la...
Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Una canzone piano piano
Lasciatemi cantare
Perché ne sono fiero
Sono un italiano
Un italiano vero
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Pela janela mal fechada
Entra já a luz do dia
Morre a sombra desejada
Numa esperança fugidia
Foi uma noite sem sono
Entre saliva e suor
Com um travo de abandono
E gosto a outro sabor
Dizes-me até amanhã
Que tem de ser que te vais
Só que amanhã sabes bem
É sempre longe demais
Dizes-me até amanhã
Que tem de ser que te vais
Só que amanhã sabes bem
É sempre longe demais
Pela janela mal fechada
Chega a hora do cansaço
Vai-se o tempo desfiando
Em anéis de fumo baço
Acendo mais um cigarro
Invento mil ideais
Porque amanhã sei-o bem
É sempre longe demais
Dizes-me até amanhã
Que tem de ser que te vais
Só que amanhã sabes bem
É sempre longe demais
Acendo mais um cigarro
Invento mil ideais
Porque amanhã sei-o bem
É sempre longe demais
Dizes-me até amanhã
Que tem de ser que te vais
Só que amanhã sabes bem
É sempre longe demais
Acendo mais um cigarro
Invento mil ideais
Porque amanhã sei-o bem
É sempre longe demais
Dizes-me até amanhã
Que tem de ser que te vais
Só que amanhã sabes bem
É sempre longe demais...
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Brown Eyed Girl
03:04
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Hey, where did we go
Days when the rains came ?
Down in the hollow
Playing a new game,
Laughing and a-running, hey, hey,
Skipping and a-jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping
And you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.
Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow
Going down to the old mine with a
Transistor radio.
Standing in the sunlight laughing
Hide behind a rainbow's wall,
Slipping and a-sliding
All along the waterfall
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.
Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Just like that
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
La dee dah.
So hard to find my way
Now that I'm all on my own.
I saw you just the other day,
My, how you have grown!
Cast my memory back there, Lord,
Sometime I'm overcome thinking about
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium
With you, my brown-eyed girl,
You, my brown-eyed girl.
Do you remember when we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Laying in the green grass
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee
Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la
Dee dah la dee dah la dee dah la
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6. |
Wot's... Uh the Deal?
04:11
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Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show me where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the readies wot's...uh the deal
Got to make it to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
You turn to speak but you're alone
A million miles from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
With her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone sent the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout 'Come on in. What's the news and where you been?'
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old
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Out on the Weekend
03:45
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Think I'll pack it in
and buy a pick-up
Take it down to L.A.
Find a place to call my own
and try to fix up.
Start a brand new day.
The woman I'm thinking of,
she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine, she's in my mind.
I hear her callin'.
See the lonely boy,
out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay.
Can't relate to joy,
he tries to speak and
Can't begin to say.
She got pictures on the wall,
they make me look up
From her big brass bed.
Now I'm running down the road
trying to stay up
Somewhere in her head.
The woman I'm thinking of,
she loved me all up
But I'm so down today
She's so fine she's in my mind.
I hear her callin'.
See the lonely boy,
out on the weekend
Trying to make it pay.
Can't relate to joy,
he tries to speak and
Can't begin to say.
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Caramel
02:54
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It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.
It won't do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I'd forgive of myself
if you don't go.
So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I don't know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself
if you don't go.
It won't do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long
for you.
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9. |
I Never Wear White
02:44
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I never wear white
White is for virgins
Children in summer
Brides in the park.
My color is black black black
Black is for secrets
Outlaws and dancers
For the poet of the dark.
Black is the truth
Of my situation.
And for those of my station
In life. All other colors
Lie.
I never wear white
White is too blinding
Always reminding
Of the innocent who fall
My color is black black black
For the crone, and the bastard
The schoolgirl in uniform
The servant in the hall.
Black is the truth
Of my situation,
And for those of my station
In life. All other colors
Lie.
My color is black black black
Like the gangster and widow
It’s the shade and the shadow
It’s the depth into your eye
My color is black black black black black
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10. |
Young Lust
03:28
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I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town
Where are all the good times
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl
Will some woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man
Take this rock and roll refugee
Oooh babe set me free
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl.
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl.
[Spoken:]
Hello?
Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd will you accept the charges from United States?
Oh, he hung up!
That's your residence, right?
I wonder why he hung up?
Is there supposed to be someone else there besides your wife there to answer?
Hello?
This is United States calling, are we reaching-
See he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering
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Girlfriend in a Coma
01:58
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Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's really serious
There were times
When I could
Have 'murdered' her
(but, you know, I would hate
Anything to happen to her)
No, I don't want to see her
Do you really think
She'll pull through?
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
There were times when I could
Have 'strangled' her
(but, you know, I would hate
Anything to happen to her)
Would you please
Let me see her!
Do you really think
She'll pull through?
Let me whisper my last goodbyes
I know - it's serious
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David Furtado Porto, Portugal
I started to play guitar at 12. Piano, bass and drums came later.
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