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Bottle Rocket Boogie
03:53
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I've got a bottle, I'm gonna rocket
fly to the moon, see you soon, at 4 AM in a smokey room
until I gotta take off, find Frank and Deano
head down to Cuba, on to Peru, one for the road better make it two
I've got a bottle (in my pocket), I'm gonna rocket
straight to the moon then I'll be home soon
slip off my shoes and shuffle into your bedroom
don't worry baby, it's just your daddy
you got me feeling red hot, fire up that bottle rocket baby give it a shot
you got me feeling so high, so high, my oh my
cool gin and tonic, got me feeling super sonic
give it a shake, give it a stir, no tip unless you call me sir
said there ain't nothin' happenin' can you fix a Manhattan
I'll take it neat, bittersweet, pop a cherry knock you off your feet
said don't worry baby, it's just your daddy
you got me feeling red hot, fire up that bottle rocket baby give it a shot
you got me feeling so high, so high, my oh my
I got a bottle, I'm gonna rocket
straight to the top gonna make it pop
a sinners sundae with a cherry on top, oh yea
said there ain't nothin' happenin' can you fix an Old Fashioned
I'll take it neat, not too sweet
turn up the music sweep you off your feet
don't worry baby, its just your daddy
you got me feeling red hot, fire up that bottle rocket baby give it a shot
you got me feeling so high, so high, my oh my
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Sligo Punch
02:24
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get your ass down to the party, it's burnin' like a third degree
I'll drink a can of mace, put an iron to your face, blow off a little steam
and then I'll punch ya, punch ya in the gut, you better sing out, now tell me when you've had enough
jivin' with the band to the backbeat, jumpin' at the crack of the snare
I'll swing my fender axe leave it buried in your back
rock n roll ya on down the stairs
and then I'll punch ya, I'll punch ya in the gut, you better cry out little baby when you've had enough
dancing to the switchblade rhythm, with a shout and a twist of the knife
yeah ya heard me right I said your money or your life, now here come a slap in the face, like I'm slappin' a bass
and then I'll punch ya, punch ya in the gut, you better sing out, now tell me when you've had enough
and then I'll punch ya, I'll punch ya in the gut, you better cry out little baby when you've had enough
have you had enough? I don't think so no! no! no! That's enough
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Grifters Blues
03:52
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I was raised up down New Orleans way by a gypsy woman
I learned her tricks boy I learned them well, some of them I never will tell
I soon got restless so I hit the road
with a bottle of bitches brew and snake oil white lightening
drifted down the Mississippi on a riverboat queen, dealing spades and a one-eyed Jacks under a watchful eye
fast hands and a partner in crime, relieved the queen of all of her prize
come to find Jack he had another eye, so we had a little mess to clean up
I went down to the dockyard, looking for the fastest way out and I said, this ship she full steaming all night, this loaded 45 here says I'm right
well I wound up in old Saint Louie, with a little scheme I cooked up, a box of matches and some kerosene to get the old job done, I made my 'til the deal went south and I had to get the hell out of there
so I went down to the station, looking for the fastest way out and I said, this train well she ain't got no brakes, we're rollin' off the rails again
I get my love upon the run now honey, another one night stand, the last girl I barely knew her name, I made damn sure she didn't know mine
cause I'm free I'm a rolling stone, but my heart is heavy as a stone
so I went back to my baby, seeking shelter from a raging storm and she said, you been rollin' and tumblin' too long
babe, I swear I'm gonna change my evil ways, some day...
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When She Smiles
04:43
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when she smiles at me, a summer breeze from across the sea, those old storm clouds they won't trouble me anymore
when she calls my name, I come running like a fool in the rain, a hopeless drifter gone half insane, down on bended knees
when I kiss her lips, ain't no chains could ever hold me back, I'd climb the highest mountain just to win her heart, how I need her love
I was wandering out in the cold, you were searching, you were lonesome too, then I happened by your window bay, smelled something cooking so I walked right in... to your kitchen
when she smiles that smile, sends me soaring for a little while, a comet streaming across her galaxy, how those stars they shine
(brightly in her eyes)
when the evening comes, I got sunshine from dusk 'til dawn, fire light burning 'til the morning comes, watch her love light grow, feel it grow and grow and grow, let it fill my soul... for all my days
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Peekaboo Boogie
03:15
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last week she caught me creepin' round the corner, she crossed her legs, shook a finger at lil' Jack Horner
up in a apple tree swinging from a rope, down by the waterfront, up periscope, I'm in the valley of the dolls, but she never calls
kitty lickin' those claws, giving me a fever, little lady found herself an over achiever, pink satin, white French lace, I can't get comfy in this tight little space, here in the valley of the dolls, bouncing off of the walls
lights turned low for the evening show, I wouldn't miss it for the world, oh no, but peekaboo, love me do, got me feeling so blue
she dance right up to the window, giving me a shiver, with a secret smile, a come hither, I'm coming baby, don't go nowhere, the sweet smell of perfume in the air, up in the valley of the dolls, we'll be having a ball
lights turned low for the evening show, hear me holler baby, Go! Go! Go! well peekaboo, love me do, got me feeling so blue
lights turned low for the evening show, I wouldn't miss it for the world, oh no, but peekaboo, love me do, got me feeling so blue
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Whistle Pig
02:18
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(instrumental)
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Don't Tell Me
04:02
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well you got a good job and you got more pay, got a different little gal on your arm each day, hey, hey, well don't tell me
cause I got me empty pockets, got holes in my shoes, can't even afford them old walkin' blues, hey, hey, don't tell me
don't bother me, I'm just biding my time, collecting clues at the scene of the crime, I'll make my way to the end of the line
well I don't wanna know how dry you take your martinis, served by exotic girls in polka dotted bikinis
cause I'm sippin' ripple wine, staining my shirt, skimming girly magazines, ah honey lift that skirt, ah baby, don't tell me
don't bother me, I'm just biding my time, collecting clues at the scene of the crime, I'll make my way to the end of the line
you got your honey bee, you got your milk calf too, got your raised right hand on the family jewels, ah brother, don't tell me
cause I'm singing for my supper, gonna shake a leg, for that big old can of beans and a hard boiled egg, ah watch me shake a leg
don't bother me, I'm just biding my time, collecting clues at the scene of the crime, I'll make my way to the end of the line
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Coastline Drowning
04:06
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driving rain and the coastline's drowning today, in her wake, I can't remember the last words she said to me, before she drifted off to sea
cannonballs descending and I'm swimming for the shore, storm walls defending, built so high, they block the sun, lost my happy ending when I watched her walking out the door, man alone on the coastline, that's me, standing there, standing there
coffee's brewing while the storm cloud's brooding and I just watch the days go by, I travel many a nautical mile just to be where you were
cannonballs descending and I'm swimming for the shore, storm walls defending, built so high, they block the sun, lost my happy ending when I watched her walking out the door, man alone on the coastline, that's me, standing there, standing there
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Bad Joke
04:42
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turn up the TV, I need some company, another bad joke, looks a lot like me, down here bartender, another bottle of swill, as for the good stuff, I done had my fill, just out of rehab for the seventh time, back on the scene I'm rehearsing my lines
It's a bad joke, there gonna tell it again, yea it's a dirty joke, another one night stand, well I don't understand the punchline, guess the joke's on me
they say it's better to burn out, than it is to fade away, well as for me I been washed up, I've been put on lay-away, so I had to find the man behind the music, my weekly train wreck is Must See TV, but you can't put a price tag on integrity, 'til you sign the contract, you're running on empty
It's a bad joke, there gonna tell it again, yea it's a dirty joke, another one night stand, well I don't understand the punchline, guess the joke's on me
a couple groupies sitting on my lap, three more in the bedroom watching Spinal Tap, fast women, cocaine, whiskey and wine, too many good times got me going blind, pack up the limousine, fold up that magazine, them Paparazzi driving me crazy
It's a bad joke, there gonna tell it again, yea it's a dirty joke, another one night stand, well I don't understand the punchline, guess the joke's on me
washed up in Scarsdale, where the hell am I, trying to keep up this civilian life, a wife, two kids, a dog and a house on the hill, my happy ending as the credits roll
It's a bad joke, there gonna tell it again, yea it's a dirty joke, another one night stand, while I'm struggling just to understand, well I don't understand the punchline, guess the joke's on me
I guess the joke's one me...
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Steamroller
03:00
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put on your suit go grab that low hanging fruit, a sucker born every minute, kickbacks and kick downs, take one down and pass it around, can't walk away now, you're too deep in it
pinstripe dreams of the magazines, leave us hungry for more, how many times do we have to fall before we learn how to crawl
cash on the barrelhead, fire me up another Cuban cigar, gonna light the fuse and see what happens, the smartest guys in the room, spinning front page news, get their greatest lines from the funny papers
pinstripe dreams of the magazines, leave us hungry for more, thunderheads on the mountain tops and their pissing down our backs again...
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Shuffle The Deck
02:31
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can't win the fight but I don't wanna lose, so I hit the road, hit the gas, out run those blues, yeah blues, hey, hey
we gotta shuffle the deck, forget about the kings and the queens for a while, come on and shuffle the deck 'til those jokers all are running wild
change in the weather, the sunlight darkens my mood, how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about you, yea you, hey, hey
we gotta shuffle the deck, forget about the kings and the queens for a while, come on and shuffle the deck 'til those jokers all are running wild
see my reflection in a limousine, well I want to see my picture in a magazine, sherry, lets mix it up
come on and shuffle the deck, forget about the kings and the queens for a while, we gotta shuffle the deck 'til those jokers all are running wild
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