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Lou Reed : Coney Island Baby
1975

  1. Crazy Feeling
  2. Charley's Girl
  3. She's My Best Friend
  4. Kicks

  5. A Gift
  6. Oooh Baby
  7. Nobody's Business
  8. Coney Island Baby

Crazy Feeling

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You're the kind of person that I've been dreaming of
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You're the kind of person that I always wanted to love
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And when I first seen you walk right through that bar door
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And I seen those suit and tie Johns buy you one drink Then buy you some more, I had that...
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I knew you had that crazy feeling
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Now now now you've got that, that crazy feeling
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You know that I've had that crazy feeling, too I can see it in ya You've got that crazy feeling Now now now now now you've got that, that crazy feeling I've had that crazy feeling, too Now everybody knows that business ends at three And everybody knows an after hours love is free And you, you really are a queen Oh, such a queen, such a queen And I know 'cause I've made the same scene I know just what you mean because You've got that crazy feeling Now now now you've got that, that crazy feeling now You've got that crazy feeling deep inside Now oh I can see it in your eyes You've got that crazy feeling Now now now you've got that, that crazy feeling You've got that crazy feeling, too I feel just like ya, feel just like ya (Crazy feeling) (Crazy feeling)

Charley's Girl

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Everybody said that you'd better watch out Man, she's gonna turn you in And me, you know that I thought that I lucked out And now look at the trouble that I'm in You know you'd better Watch out for Charley's girl Watch out for Charley's girl Watch out for Charley's girl Watch out for Charley's girl It happened on New Year's Eve They said everybody had to leave They had a warrant in their hand They wanted to bust the whole band I said if I ever see Sharon again I'm gonna punch her face in You know you're, you'd better Watch out for Charley's girl Hey now now Watch out for Charley's girl You know she'll turn you, turn you in Watch out for Charley's girl Watch out for Charley's girl She'll turn you in you'd better, huh Watch out, you'd better Watch out, you'd better You'd better watch out, you'd better You'd better watch out for Charley's girl

She's My Best Friend

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She's my best friend
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Certainly not your average girl
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Yeah, she's my best friend
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She understands me when I'm feeling
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You know it sure hurts to be that way
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You know it sure hurts to know that you're that kinda fella
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She made Jim when she came
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Somebody cut off her feet
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Now Jelly rolls in the street
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If you want to see me
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Well honey, you know that I'm not around
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But if you want to hear me
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Why don't you just turn around
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She's my best friend Certainly not just like your average dog or car She's my best friend She understands me when I'm feeling Down down down down down down You know it sure hurts to be that way Down down down down down down You know it sure hurts to know that you're that kinda fella Let's hear one for Newspaper Joe (Newspaper Joe) He caught his hand in the door (caught his hand in the door) Dropped his, ah, teeth on the floor They said, "Hey now Joe, guess that's the way the news goes" If you want to see, yeah, see me Well baby, you know that I'm not around But if you want to feel, yeah, feel me Why don't you just turn around I'm by the window where the light is |
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| ... She's my best friend She's my best friend, tell me oh baby now She's my best friend Oh, she's my, she's my best friend, give it now She's my best friend She's my, she's, she's my best friend She's my best friend She's my best friend, tell me oh babe now La-la-la...

Kicks

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Hey man, what's your style? How you get your kicks for living? Hey man, what's your style? How you get your adrenaline flowing now? How you get your adrenaline flowing? Hey man, what's your style? I love the way you drive your car now Hey man, what's your style? I ain't jealous of the way you're living I ain't jealous of the way you're living When you cut that dude with that stiletto, man You, uh-huh, you did it so, ah, cheaply When the blood come a down his neck, ah Don't you know it was a, ah, better than sex now now now It was a way a better than getting laid 'Cause it's the final thing to do now Get somebody to, uh, come on to you Then you just get somebody to now now, come on to you And then you kill 'em, ah You kill 'em, now now 'Cause I need kicks Hey baby babe, I need kicks now I'm getting bored I need a, need a, need a, need a now now now some kicks Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it Give it to me now now kicks Hey man, what's your style? How you get your kicks for living? Hey man, what's your style? How you get your adrenaline flowing now now now now now now? How you get your adrenaline flowing? Hey man, what's your style? You know I love the way you drive your car now Hey man, what's your style? I ain't jealous of the way that you're living Ain't jealous of now now the way you're living When you stabbed that cat with that knife You did it so, whoa, crudely now When the blood come down his chest, ah It was way better than a sex now now It was way better than getting end it was a The final thing to do Get somebody to, ah, come on, come on, on to you Then you get somebody to, ah, come, come on to Then you, yeah, you kill 'em now Yeah, you kill 'em now now Yeah yeah yeah, kill 'em now now 'Cause I need kicks I need some kicks I'm getting bored I need a, need a, need a, need a Need a, need a, need some kicks Yeah, I need a, need a, need a, need a Need a, need a, need some kicks Oh, give me now, kicks Yeah, I need some kicks Yeah, I need some kicks Ah, give it to me now now Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks Kicks, oh-ah, kicks now

A Gift

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I'm just a gift to the women of this world
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I'm just a gift to the women of this world
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Responsibility sits so hard on my shoulder
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Like a good wine, I'm better as I grow older and now... I'm just a gift to the women of this world I'm just a gift to the women of this world I'm just a gift to the women of this world It's hard to settle for second best After you've had me, you know that you've had the best And now you know that... I'm just a gift to the women of this world (I'm just a gift to the women of this world) (I'm just a gift to the women of this world) Responsibility sits hard on my shoulder Like a good wine, I'm better as I get older and now... I'm just a gift to the women of this world You know that I'm just a gift to the women of this world Just a gift now (I'm just a gift to the women of this world) (I'm just a gift to the women of this world) (I'm just a gift to the women of this world) (I'm just a gift to the women of this world, just now) (I'm just a gift to the women of this world, just a gift) (I'm just a gift to the women of this world) I'm just a gift to the women of this world I'm just a gift to the women of this world

Oooh Baby

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You're the kind of girl that everybody's wondering about
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You're the kind of person that everybody's a-staring at
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But now you're a topless dancer working out of a bar on Times Square
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And everybody wishes you were back in the massage parlor back there on 9th Avenue
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You make me go, ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh-ooh-ooh
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Ooh baby, ooh baby, oooh baby, ooh ooh ooh
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Your old man was the best B and E man down on the streets And all the guy on the precinct always was watching for him on their beat But when he ripped off Seymour he was really not a doing so fine And everything is not swelled except his hands and legs and maybe even mine He's feeling maybe it's good that they said Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh, ooh baby, ooh Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh, hey baby, ooh-ooh-ooh |
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It's very funny asking me why they keep the lights on down so low Well yesterday's trade's today's competition, or didn't you know? And all florescent lighting makes it so your wrinkles, they don't show And it's very funny the way your twenty bucks an hour can a-go If you don't make me go now now now Ooh baby, ooh baby, oooh, ooh baby, ooh Ooh baby, ooh baby, oooh baby, ooh-ooh-ooh
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Everybody wondered 'bout you when you were seen in drinking some beer You got here from Ohio and your mother said you'd hook her and be real near That's the way it goes now Oooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh-ooh-ooh Hey shake your buns now, mama Oooh baby, ooh baby, Hey ooh baby, ooh Walk it now Get down |
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Nobody's Business

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Hey, if you're moving too fast
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Don't you want this thing to last
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But if you start moving slow
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Then hey pretty mama, you just will have to go, because
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It's nobody's business but my own It's nobody's business but my own No no no no no no no, no no no no, no no no No no no no no no no no, no no no no, no no no But if you start acting mean Then I'll have to mess up the scene But if you start treating me nice Hey now baby, I'm gonna have to raise your price Because it's nobody's business but my own It's nobody's business but my own No no no no no no no, no no no no, no no no No no no no, no no, no no no |
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| Nobody's business Nobody's business, come on now Hey, nobody's business, yeah, but my own Nobody's business, oh my, no no no Nobody's business, no no no no no Hey, nobody's business, yeah, but my own Nobody's business, my own No no, no no no No no, no no no Nobody's business Nobody's business Nobody's business Nobody's business, but my own now ...

Coney Island Baby

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You know, man, when I was a young man in high school You believe it or not I wanted to play football for the coach And all those older guys, they said he was mean and cruel, but you know I want to play football for the coach They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer So I say I'm playing right-end Wanted to play football for the coach 'Cause, you know some day, man You gotta stand up straight unless you're gonna fall Then you're gone to die And the straightest dude I ever knew Was standing right for me all the time So I had to play football for the coach Man I want to play football for the coach When you're all alone and lonely In your midnight hour
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And you find that your soul, it's been up for sale And you begin to think 'bout All the things that you've done
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And you begin to hate just 'bout everything
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But remember the princess who lived on the hill
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Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
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And right now she just might come shining through
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And the glory of love, glory of love
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Glory of love, just might come through And all your two-bit friends Have gone and ripped you off They're talking behind your back saying, man You're never going to be no human being And you start thinking again 'Bout all those things that you've done And who it was and what it was And all the different things you made every different scene Ahhh, but remember that the city is a funny place Something like a circus or a sewer And just remember different people have peculiar tastes And the glory of love, the glory of love The glory of love, might see you through, yeah, but now, now Glory of love, the glory of love The glory of love, might see y'all through Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love Glory of love, glory of love Glory of love, now, glory of love, now Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through Oh, my Coney Island baby, now (I'm a Coney Island baby, now) I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel And all the kids and PS 192 (Coney Island baby) Man, I'd swear I'd give the whole thing up for you