Randy Newman : Trouble In Paradise
1983
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- I Love LA
- Christmas In Cape Town
- The Blues
- Same Girl
- Mikey's
- My Life Is Good
- Miami
- Real Emotional Girl
- Take Me Back
- There's A Party At My House
- I'm Different
- Song For The Dead
I Love LA
Hate New York City
It's cold and it's damp
And all the people dressed like monkeys
Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos
That town's a little bit too rugged
For you and me, you bad girl
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Rollin' down Imperial Highway
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Big nasty redhead at my side
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Santa Ana winds blowing hot from the north
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And we were born to ride
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Roll down the windows, put down the top
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Crank up the Beach Boys then
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Don't let the music stop
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We're gonna ride it till we
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Just can't ride it no more
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From the South Bay to the Valley
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From the Westside to the Eastside
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Everybody's very happy
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'Cause the sun is shinin' all the time
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Looks like another perfect day
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I love LA
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We love it!
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I love LA
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We love it!
We love it!
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Ahhhhhh......
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Look at that mountain
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Look at those trees
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Look at that bum over there
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Man, he's down on his knees
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Look at these women
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Ain't nothin' like them nowhere
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Century Boulevard... we love it!
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Victory Boulevard... we love it!
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Santa Monica Boulevard... we love it!
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6th Street... we love it, we love it, we love it...
We love LA!
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I love LA
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We love it!
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I love LA
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We love it!
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I love LA
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We love it!
Christmas In Cape Town
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Every night
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In Jungletown
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All the boogies in the street
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Radios
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Turned up very loud
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Playin' Dancing Queen
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They love our music
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La, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la
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This English girl from the North somewhere
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Is stayin' with me at my place
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Drinkin' up all my beer
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Talkin' about the poor niggers all the time
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It's a real disgrace, she says
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I tell her, Darling, don't talk about things
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You don't understand
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I tell her, Darling, don't talk about something
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You don't know anything about
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I tell her, Darling, if you don't like it here
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Go back to your own miserable country
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It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same
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Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin'
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And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around
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You know my little brother, babe
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Well, he works out at the diamond mine
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I drove him out there at five this mornin'
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The niggers was waitin' in a big long line
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You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man
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With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side
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They were starin' at us real hard with their big ugly yellow eyes
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You could feel it This time ...
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You could feel it
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It's Christmas in Cape Town but it ain't the same
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The stores are open all the time
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And little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd
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And the Christmas lights still shine
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Myself, I don't like to drink the way
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I used to, man, you know
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It don't seem to get me high
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And the beer don't taste the way it
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Ought to taste somehow
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And I don't know why
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Don't talk to me about the planes
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Man, I've heard it
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Just take a look around
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What are we gonna do
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Blow up the whole damn country?
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I don't know
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It's Christmas in Cape Town
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It's Christmas in Cape Town
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It's Christmas in Cape Town
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The Blues
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He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
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Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass
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He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
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Hustlin' down the city streets and
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Selling his ass for a dollar bag
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He's gonna tell you 'bout his uncle Neddy
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Locked up in a prison out in Oregon
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He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie
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Killed in a bar fight
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With a pair of marines and a sailor, oh
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He's got the blues, this boy, he's got the blues
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You can hear it in his music
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He's got the blues, this boy has got the blues
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You can hear it, you can hear it
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When I was nine years old
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My daddy ran away
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With a woman he met on a train, oh
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His little boy ran to the room
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Where his piano lay in wait for him
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He played and he played, he played and he played
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He's got the blues, this boy has got the blues
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You can hear it, you can hear it
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He's got the blues, this boy has got the blues
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A year ago, I met a girl
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I thought we'd hit a massive groove
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But she dumped me
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And all we'd hit were the blues
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He's got the blues, this boy, he's got the blues
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You can hear it in his music
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He's got the blues, this boy has really got the blues
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Same Girl
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You're still the same girl you always were
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You're still the same girl you al - ways were
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A few more nights on the street, that's all
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A few more holes in your arm
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A few more years with me, that's all
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You're still the same girl
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With the same sweet smile that you always had
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And the same blue eyes like the sun
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And the same clear voice that I always...
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You're still the same girl
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That I love
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Mikey's
Have you seen my Marie?
She's gone off somewhere
Unexpectedly
If she wanders in here, babe
Tell her I'm lookin' for her
I ain't mad or nothing
I just wanna talk
You know, Mikey
We've been friends for a long time
You tell me all your troubles
And I've always told you mine
North Beach has changed though
Since we were grown up
Didn't used to be any spades here, now you got 'em
Didn't used to be any Mexicans here, now you got 'em
Didn't used to be any Chinamen here
Didn't used to be this ugly music playing all the time
Where are we, on the moon?
Whatever happened to the old songs, Mikey?
Like the Duke of Earl
Mikey, whatever happened to the fucking Duke of Earl?
My Life Is Good
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A couple weeks ago, my wife and I
Took a little trip down to Mexico
Met this young girl there, we brought her back with us
Now she lives with us in our home
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She cleans the hallway, she cleans the stair
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She cleans the living room, she wipes the baby's ass
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She drives the kids to school, she does the laundry too
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She wrote this song for me, listen... yeah!
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The other afternoon, my wife and I
Took a little ride into Beverly Hills
Went to the private school our oldest child attends
Many famous people send their children there
His teacher says to us, we have a problem here
This child just will not do a thing I tell him to
He's such a big old thing, he hurts the other children
All the games they play, he plays so rough
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Hold it teacher, wait a minute
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Maybe my ears are clogged or somethin'
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Maybe I'm not understanding the English language
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Dear, you don't seem to realize...
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My life is good
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My life is good
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My life is good, you old bat
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My life, my life
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Just this evening, some young associates of ours
Are flying in to see us from New York City
They're gonna stay with us, oh, a couple of weeks or so
I'm gonna take 'em to restaurants and everything
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Gonna get 'em some real good cocaine
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They don't get much where they come from
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And this one's guy wife is such a pretty little brown thing
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I'm liable to give her a poke or two, what d'ya think of that?
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Teacher, let me tell you a little story
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Just this morning my wife and I
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Went to this hotel in the hills
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That's right, the Bel-Air Hotel
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Where a very good friend of ours, happens to be staying
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And the name of this young man
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Is Mr Bruce Springsteen, that's right, yeah
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We talked about this kind of woodblock or something
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This new guitar we like
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And you know what he said to me?
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I'll tell you what he said to me
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He said, "Rand, I'm tired
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How would you like to be the Boss for a while?"
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Well... yeah, Blow, Big Man... blow
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My life is good
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My life is good, you old bat
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My Life, my Life is good
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Miami
There's a girl over there
With the rhythm everywhere
She's a very fine girl
And she's been awfully nice to me
When we walk as we sometimes do
All the way out Collins Avenue
Well it's very, very fine
Very, very special
Very
Gee, I love Miami
It's so nice and hot
And every building's so pretty and white
And I always get into so much trouble
When I'm down there
I know these two old stiffs
Live on the Waterway
That's where I like to stay
When I'm down
In
Miami
Blue Day
Best dope in the world
And it's free
Miami
Blue day
Put on your shorty shorts
And your Hawaiian shirt
And come down!
There's a man over there
With the conk in his hair
He's a very bad man
Don't look now
He's really very bad
And his name is Medina
And he comes from Argentina
See that little dog there with him
Well, he treats it just like it was his little boy
Oh, I love Miami
It's so hot
And the women down here
Are so impure
I love to hang around
The big hotels
And sleep in the sun all day
I know this double jointed guy
With the circus in St. Pete
He's with me now
He says hello
From Fourteenth Street
In
Miami
Blue day
Best dope in the world
And it's free
Miami
Blue day
Put on your shorty shorts
And your Hawaiian shirt
And come down!
Real Emotional Girl
She's a real emotional girl
She wears her heart on her sleeve
Every little thing you tell her
She'll believe
She really will
She even cries in her sleep
I've heard her
Many times before
I never had a girl who loved me
Half as much as this girl loves me
She's real emotional
Eighteen years she lived at home
She was daddy's little girl
Daddy helped her move out on her own
She met a boy
He broke her heart
Now she lives alone
And she's very, very careful
Yes, she is
She's a real emotional girl
She lives down deep inside herself
She turns on easy, it's like a hurricane
You would not believe it
Gotta hold on tight to her
She's a real emotional girl
Take Me Back
Everyone tells me
I was dealt a losing hand
The way that I look
And the way that I act
It's not hard to understand
Sure I got troubles
Maybe you got 'em too
I'd like to explain what has happened to me
So it doesn't happen to you
I was born in Los Angeles
Many, many, many years ago
We lived out in North Hollywood then
In a steamy little bungalow
My mother, my father
My baby brother and me
Playin' cowboys all day
Out there in the valley
What a perfect family
Hey, hey
Get 'em up, get 'em up
Come a ti yi
Hey
Went off to high school
When I was thirteen
I was kind of advanced
If you know what I mean
Ran into some trouble
Drinkin' heavy with my friends in the hills
My daddy had to come down to the station to get me
He said, "Where is my angry young man?"
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport
In this greasy little shack
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
Just give me a chance and we'll start all over again
Now that young girl
Was just a summertime thing
She went back to school
When the school bell rang
Now I do my laundry by myself
Every night I eat alone
Baby please, please, please
Won't you let me come back home
Goin' off to college
Passed every test
They said, "Let's send this boy to Palo Alto
He could be one of the best"
Four years at Stanford
Worked very hard
A lot of good it did me, little tramp
You're ruining my life
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport
In this greasy little shack
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
Just give me a chance
And we'll start all over again
Just give me a chance
And we'll start all over
There's A Party At My House
There's a party at my house tonight
Everybody's wound up nice and tight
They'll be rockin' and rollin' till the mornin' light
There's a party at my house tonight
Tell everyone you see
To come along with me
We're gonna have some fun
We're gonna rock the night away
Still be rockin' when the mornin' come
Stand back baby
Don't get excited
Didn't I tell you, mama
Everyone's invited
There's a party at my house
There's a party at my house
There's a party at my house tonight
Don't forget to bring that little blonde-haired girl along
You know the one
Love to watch her jumpin' up and down
Seem like her face gets all red and spotty
Like she's been out too long in the sun
And that little blue vein right beneath her breast
Man, those nipples
Pink as a rosebud
Hey Bobby, get the rope
All right
There's a party at my house tonight
I'm Different
I'm different and I don't care who knows it
Somethin' about me
It's not the same, yeah
I'm different and that's how it goes
Ain't gonna play no goddamn game
Got a different way a walkin'
I got a different kind of smile
I got a different way a talkin'
Drives the women kind of wild
(Kind of wild)
(He's different)
And I don't care who knows it
(Somethin' about him)
It's not the same
(He's different)
And that's how it goes
(And he's not gonna play your gosh darn game)
I ain't sayin' I'm better than you are
But maybe I am
I only know that when I look in the mirror
I like the man
(We like the man)
I'm different and I don't care who knows it
Somethin' about me
Not the same
I'm different and that's how it goes
Ain't gonna play your goddamn game
When I walk down the street in the mornin'
Blue birds are singin' in the tall oak tree
They sing a little song for the people
And they sing a little song for me
(He's different and he don't care who knows it
Somethin' about him
Not the same
He's different and that's how it goes
Ain't gonna play your gosh darn game)
I'm different and I don't care who knows it
Somethin' about me
Not the same
I'm different and that's how it goes
Ain't gonna play no boss man's game
Song For The Dead
Deep in the field
A lone soldier stands
With mud on his boot
And blood on his hands
They left him behind
To bury the dead
And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership
Pardon me, boys
If I slip off my pack
And sit for a while with you
I'd like to explain
Why you fine young men had to be blown apart
To defend this mud hole
Now our country, boys
Though it's quite far away
Found itself jeopardized
Endangered, boys
By these very gooks
Who lie here beside you
Forever near
Forever
We'd like to express
Our deep admiration
For your courage under fire
And your willingness to die
For your country, boys
We won't forget
We won't forget
