Beer Run - Lyrics - George Jones

Title: Beer Run
Artist: George Jones
Composer(s): Keith Anderson, Kent Blazy, Kim Williams, George Ducas, Amanda Williams

Lyric:
B double, E double R U N

Twenty-five minutes past quiting time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Payin' no attention to them highway signs

Ninety mile an hour toward the county line
Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
It's a B double, E double R U N

My buddies and their babies lettin' down their hair
As long as we're together it don't matter where
Ain't got a lot of money but we just don't care
Knowin' that the fun is in the gettin' there

Aztec, long necks, paycheck spent
Oh it's a B double, E double R U N

Oh, I can't stop thinkin' what the hell they were drinkin'
When they made this county dry
I got a week long thirst and to make it worse
Lord, it's my turn to drive

Oh, laughin' and a braggin' and a carryin' on
We loaded up the wagons and we're headin' home
I guess, half a dozen cases doesn't last that long
Come tomorrow mornin' it'll be all gone

And it's turn around, leave town, sounds again
Like a B double, E double R U N
Like a B double, E double R U N

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Run Off To La - Lyrics - Kid Rock - Kid Rock

Title: Run Off To La
Album: Kid Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Sheryl Crow

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Lyric:
One, two, one, two, three, four
Ohh, yeah, yeah

This here ain't no love song and it ain't for you
It's for the folks who relate to what I've been going through
It's for the forty hour overtimer working man
And to the good women out there, I know you'll understand

Why don't you run off to L.A. and lose your mind?
Get some energy doctor to tell you everything is fine
We can still be friends like you talk about
But first give me back them pearls
And the keys to my fucking house, get out

They say all we need is just a little patience
But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance, yeah
I'm hating to admit it even if it's your wife
Tell her pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life, oh yeah

It's a classic line, baby, I just wanna be friends
But baby, my friends don't have keys to my Mercedes Benz, no
I think I know what you mean, you wanna talk and such
Tell me all your problems but we don't fuck, ain't that right?

I had plenty of friends 'fore I met you, I don't need no more
So now I think it's time you started heading out for the door
And even though I feel real bad tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life, oh, yeah

They say all we need is just a little patience, yeah
But what do you do when your woman is too high maintenance, I know
I'm hating to admit it even if it's your wife
Tell her pack your bags and take the first train out of my life
Ohh, ohh

Why don't you run off to L.A. and lose your mind?
You got fifteen minutes and I think you're wasting time, yeah
It's easy to see when you've lost your mind
But here I'll be when you decide to come back blind, ooh

You were a midwest girl who say she like to drink beer and hang
And now you're walking red carpets, talking New York hip hop slang
And even though I might break down and cry tonight
Please pack your shit
And take the first train out of my life, oh, yeah, yeah

Why don't you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don't you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don't you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don't you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?
Why don't you run off to L.A., why don't you run off to L.A.?

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Byob - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Byob
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Jasiel Robinson

Lyric:
Joc, Joc don't stop, oh my God, you're so hot
Catch me on your block with 4 glocks and 4 shots
Bet you niggas know not, try me like a hoe not
Niggas run in, kick the door, fuck a door knock

Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda
I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola
Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips as they explode up
Leave you pussy niggas wet as chocha stankin? with the odor

Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, motherfuckers
?Cause I heard you came to have a good time, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go, motherfucker)

Yeah, Yung Joc so jiggy, Learjet to your city
Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin?
Ice game, Super Nifty, super kush, two for fifty
Fat boy yellin? out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy

I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's
Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle
I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em
I'm the number 1 playboy, I press play and

Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, motherfuckers
?Cause I heard you came to have a good time, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go, motherfucker)

Party like a rock star, better yet, block bar
Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boy
I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears
Elders say, oh dear, when they hear I'm near

Rubber burn, first gear, platinum on my first year
Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill
Roof on fire, sound the alarm
We don't need water, let the motherfucker burn

Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, motherfuckers
?Cause I heard you came to have a good time, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go, motherfucker)

5 4 3 2, R 2 D 2
Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do
High right, low left, I'm hype with no help
On cloud 9, heart racin? like Corvette

I need a material girl in a material world
Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial, girl
Go and show me what you work with, girl, that's a perfect fit
Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it

Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, motherfuckers
?Cause I heard you came to have a good time, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go, motherfucker)

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Tennessee River Run - Lyrics - Darryl Worley

Title: Tennessee River Run
Artist: Darryl Worley
Composer(s): Steve Leslie, Darryl Worley

Lyric:
Worked all week, got it all done
Let's make a Tennessee River run

Hey everybody, I think the time is right
Let's get together down where the catfish bite
Cooped up all winter waitin' on a day like this
It's the way I feel when I'm rockin' on the water
Baby, that I can't resist

Barbecue grill, summertime jam
Just about a mile above the Pickwick dam
Party on the water, whole lotta fun
Time to make a Tennessee River run

I'll get my bass boat, crank up your party barge
We'll drop these anchors out where the big boats are
Break out a cooler, pass out some ice cold beer
Look at all the people out here on the water
Man, I can't believe we're here

Swingin' on a rope, gonna have a ball
Jumpin' off the yellow creek waterfall
Checking out the honeys baking in the sun
God bless a Tennessee River run

Oh, what a weekend, we've had some time to play
I should be leavin', tomorrow's a work week day
I just might call in, tell 'em that I can't get home
Does anybody else want to stay a little longer
Or am I gonna be alone?

Floatin' on a tube, gonna weigh a ton
Cajun sausage on a hot dog bun

Barbecue grill, summertime jam
Just about a mile above the Pickwick dam
Party on the water, whole lot of fun
Gotta have the Tennessee River run

Nothing like a Tennessee River run
I love a Tennessee river run
Whoop up a Tennessee River run

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The Pascagoula Run - Lyrics - Live at Fenway Park - Jimmy Buffett

Title: The Pascagoula Run
Album: Live at Fenway Park
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jay Oliver, Jimmy Buffett

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Lyric:
Billy pulled in, in a Jaguar
Red convertible '65
Headed home to Mississippi, he'd been around the world
That black sheep uncle of mine

His ship had come in, he was looking to sin
Singing his own song
When he yelled from the drive, my heart came alive
Jimmy boy, come along

It's time to see the world, it's time to kiss a girl
It's time to cross the wild Meridian
Grab your bag and take a chance
Time to learn a Cajun dance
Kid you're gonna see the morning sun
On the Pascagoula run, Pascagoula run

Friday night at the Stateline bar
Where the waterfront people dwell
I better watch my step if the floor caves in
I'll go right straight to hell

There were pinball machines and Cajun queens
Men with knives and scars
Billy moved across the floor to the real hardcore
And said, "Here's where it gets bizarre"

It's time to see the world, it's time to kiss a girl
It's time to cross the wild Meridian
Grab your bag and take a chance
Time to learn a Cajun dance
Kid you're gonna see the morning sun
On the Pascagoula run, Pascagoula run

What do the ladies say? What do the ladies say?
What do the ladies say? What do the ladies say?
What do the ladies say? What do the ladies say?
What do the ladies say? What do the ladies say?

Bring that young man over here
We're going to buy that boy a beer
And that ain't all we want to do
Bring your crazy uncle too

It's time to see the world, it's time to kiss a girl
It's time to cross the wild Meridian
Grab your bag and take a chance
Time to learn a Cajun dance
Kid you're gonna see the morning sun
On the Pascagoula run, Pascagoula run, Pascagoula run

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Paul Revere - Lyrics - Licensed to Ill - Beastie Boys

Title: Paul Revere
Album: Licensed to Ill
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Adam Horovitz, D Mcdanials, R Rubin, J Simmons

Lyric:
Now here's a little story I got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Ad Rock, MCA, and me, Mike D

Been had a little horsey named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse's on my tail 'cause I'm in demand

One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself, without nobody
The sun is beatin' down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot, the beer is gettin' flat

Lookin' for a girl, I ran into a guy
His name is MCA, I said, "Howdy," he said, "Hi"

He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for a sip

He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none"
And I had a chance to run, he pulled out his shotgun
Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said

"Now my name is MCA, I got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill
Now what do we have here? An outlaw and his beer?
I run this land, you understand? I made myself clear"

We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin

Now I got the gun and you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with me

I said, "I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border"
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter
I did it like this, I did it like that
I did it with a whiffle ball bat

So I'm on the run, the cop got my gun
And right about now, it's time to have some fun
The King Ad Rock, that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne

We rode for six hours then we hit the spot
The beat was a-bumpin' and the girlies was hot
This dude was starin' like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar

MCA said, "Yippee yo, you know this kid?"
I said, "I didn't but I know he did"
The kid said, "Get ready 'cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D and I'm about to get money"

Pulled out the jammy, aimed it at the sky
He yelled, "Stick 'em up!" and let two fly
Hands went up and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids then ran for the door

I'm Mike D and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect

MCA was with it and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face
The piano player's out, the music stopped
His boy had beef and he got dropped

Mike D grabbed the money, MCA snatched the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold

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Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer - Lyrics - Cledus T. Judd

Title: Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer
Artist: Cledus T. Judd
Composer(s): Randy Brooks

Lyric:
Well, a couple of good friends of mine, Elmo and Patsy, wrote me
And said they'd written the perfect country Christmas comedy song
I said, "No, you didn't, you didn't mention nothing about"
Well, yeah, you pretty much got it all, I mean grandma
And of course the family and getting drunk
And run over by heavy machinery and

Well, since I needed the money
I felt obliged to include it on this record
And it goes a little something like this

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

She'd been drinkin' too much eggnog
And we'd begged her not to go
But she'd forgot her medication
And she staggered out the door into the snow

When they found her Christmas mornin'
At the scene of the attack
She had hoof prints on her forehead
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

Now, we're all so proud of Grandpa
He's been takin' this so well
See him in there watchin' football
Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Mell

It's not Christmas without Grandma
All the family's dressed in black
And we just can't help but wonder
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Send them back

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig
And a blue and silver candle
That would have just matched the hair in grandma's wig

I've warned all my friends and neighbors
Better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa we belive

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Hopeless - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Hopeless
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, F St Amand, Maurice Young

Lyric:
Ooh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads
Deep down in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy
And we travel through this emotional roller coaster called life
And we have our ups and downs
Just keep in mind when you hit rock bottom
There ain't nowhere to go but up baby
It's just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me
Listen here

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

Man ever since life's been a gamble
My life been in shambles
Double edge sword burnin' both sides of the candle
But Cris you can't handle the truth

Don't wanna face reality
So Lord accept my apology
Please like when police say freeze
And I ain't do shit

But I'm down on my knees
It's a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away
I charge the game
And put my problems on lay away

A black man but I feel so blue
So I smoke green and purple 'til my dreams come true
Then my eyes turn red, the sky turns gray
Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yeah

Drink old gold, down my yellow brick road
Then rewrite my script until my story's untold
See I got a little money and my life sped up
Now I'm fallin' and I can't get up

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

I had this dream about a dope fiene
And it's strange cause he can barely write or read
But seemed to get folks about anything
Curious about him I wanted to talk to him
But he was to busy for that
But I was more then welcome to walk with him

So as we walked, he talked and I just listen
He said, "There's a big difference between crackas and niggas"
See he said, "White folks look out for the white folks"
But uh black folks blame otha black folks

When they ain't enough black roaks
But yo to make a long story short
We need pay more attention and do things
That's way more convincing and he told me

You know I wouldn't say something that wouldn't work and I
Damn sure wouldn't waste my time telling something that a hurt you
But you would fall for anything if you don't stand for something
But that's for certain but niggas don't be listenin'

And that shit be hurting and uh
Not all of us, but some of us
And if we don't hurry up
They going to bury each and every one of us

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues just being sober
Life's a bitch and I can't control her
I wish I could and sometimes to cry on we need a shoulder
The government stand us up to run us over

And in the hood they don't seem to understand, goddamn
What it's really got me wondering if it's a part of a bigger plan
Man I smell something fishy going on
And its way beyond blowin' away the smoke
From all these swishers goin' on

It ain't much I can do about it but preach the word
Tell my people to spend ya money wisely
Don't be obscured by some things that's appreciated
Like a home to open ya eyes to what's the fuck's goings on

'Cause they constantly getting rid of us
One by one whether it's drugs or disease or gun by gun
I ain't no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong
By using what's in this chorus to get through this song

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

When life seems hopeless, it make a nigga lose focus
Empty beer bottles and roaches
Helps to get it off my chest, 'cause I'm so stressed
And all I here is "Fuck da world"

You kno' ya'll going to mess around and keep on complaining bout slavery
That was over 40-50 years ago black folks need to move on stay strong
Ya'll keep playin' with a cracker, they going to have yo ass tied up
Wired up on them back roads of South Florida Georgia
And they made them laws, so they can't do nothing for you
Can a church get an Amen? And God for the thugs too Amen

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Down Under - Lyrics - Men At Work

Title: Down Under
Artist: Men At Work
Composer(s): Ron Strykert, Colin Hay

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Lyric:
Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said

"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
And he said

"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men sunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said

"Oh! do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover

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Lovers On The Run - Lyrics - Waiting On The Wonderful - Aaron Lines

Title: Lovers On The Run
Album: Waiting On The Wonderful
Artist: Aaron Lines
Composer(s): Christopher Lindsey, Aaron Lines, Aimee Mayo, Troy Verges

Lyric:
He said, "Let's steal a car, get outta here
I got money for gas and beer
Let's point this car down a two-lane road
Just follow where the headlights go"

She said, "I'm tired of this town anyway
Days go by but things don't change
If I stay here I know I'll die
Without ever really being alive"

Hey, there ain't nothing stronger
Than lovers on the run
Hey, you can't stop a bullet
Once it leaves the gun
Lovers on the run

She slept in the dashboard light
He stayed awake and drove all night
Ran his fingers through her hair
On their way to everywhere

Morning came and she called home
From an Idaho gas station phone
She slammed the door, sat down and cried
Kissed him hard and just said, "Drive"

Hey, there ain't nothing stronger
Than lovers on the run
Hey, you can't stop a bullet
Once it leaves the gun
Lovers on the run

Love is a fast train, love is a slow rain
You can't stoop it, no, you can't stop it [unverified]

Hey, there ain't nothing stronger
Than lovers on the run
Hey, you can't stop a bullet
Once it leaves the gun

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Down Under - Lyrics - Man At Work

Title: Down Under
Artist: Man At Work
Composer(s): Ron Strykert, Colin Hay

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Lyric:
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
And he took me in and gave me breakfast

And she said, "Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscle
I said, "Do you speak my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich

And he said, "I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover", yeah

Dying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"

And he said, "Oh, you come from a land down under?"
(Oh yeah, yeah)
"Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?"
(Oh)
"You better run, you better take cover"

'Cause we are livin' in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
(Yeah)
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(Thunder)
You better run, you better take cover

Livin' in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(Ooh yeah)
Then I run and then I take cover
(Yeah)

We are livin' in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you, can't you hear the thunder?
Then I run then I take cover

Livin' in a land down under
(Livin' in a land down under)

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East Bound & Down - Lyrics - Jerry Reed

Title: East Bound & Down
Artist: Jerry Reed
Composer(s): Dick Feller, Jerry Reed

Lyric:
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm east bound, just watch ol' bandit run

Now keep your foot hard on the peddle, son, never mind them brakes
Let it all hang out 'cause we've got a run to make
Well the boys are thirsty in Atlanta, and there's beer in Texarkana
And we'll bring it back no matter what it takes

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm east bound, just watch ol' bandit run

Smokey's got them ears on, he's hot on your trail
And he ain't gonna rest 'til you're in jail
So, you gotta dodge him, you gotta duck him
You gotta' keep that diesel truckin'
Put that hammer down and give it hell

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
I'm east bound, just watch ol' bandit run
Watch ol' bandit run, watch ol' bandit run

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Land Down Under - Lyrics - Men At Work

Title: Land Down Under
Artist: Men At Work
Composer(s): Ron Strykert, Colin Hay

Lyric:
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
And he took me in and gave me breakfast

And she said, "Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscle
I said, "Do you speak my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich

And he said, "I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover", yeah

Dying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"

And he said, "Oh, you come from a land down under?"
(Oh yeah, yeah)
"Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?"
(Oh)
"You better run, you better take cover"

'Cause we are livin' in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
(Yeah)
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(Thunder)
You better run, you better take cover

Livin' in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(Ooh yeah)
Then I run and then I take cover
(Yeah)

We are livin' in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you, can't you hear the thunder?
Then I run then I take cover

Livin' in a land down under
(Livin' in a land down under)

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Cheesy Rat Blues - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Cheesy Rat Blues
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Nothin' can save ya
Nothin', can save ya
Nothin' can save ya

Just throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
Keep 'em there, yo, run the jewels
Run the jewels, run the jewels

I used to be rollin' like a millionaire
Cash in a flash, bankroll to spare
Homeboys hangin', champagne and girls
Got my main woman diamonds, my mistress pearls

Everybody laughin' at my corny jokes
I was stupid, I thought that they were sincere folks
It turned out they liked the money and the fame
If I ain't get paid, I'd be that nobody James

The nobody, who dreamed about bein' somebody
Chief rocker at the party
And they was hangin' like, "Yo, I'm your man
I don't even care about the ring on your hand"

We'd go out to eat and chill but they would
Go to the bathroom when it was time to pay the bill
I didn't notice all the chuckles and laughter
Too busy with a female tellin' me I'm the master

I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you?
I got play, here, let me show ya"
Used to have a girl that was on the ball
When the cash flow got low, so did her calls

Used to have a homeboy, always chillin'
My cash went low, he told me I was illin'
And don't call 'cause he don't hang with derelicts
Broke with no cash, yo, I was in the mix

Everybody stepped 'cause my pocket wasn't fat
My girl got a new man, I fixed his flat
I'm the one that they're laughin' at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya

I mean crabbin', played out by backstabbin'
I feel like tiein' a anchor to my ankle
And jumpin' right in the ocean
'Cause I'm ashy and I can't afford lotion

So-called friends in the jewelry store
Told me, "Todd, come back when you get off tour"
Souped as hell, I really regret it
Now the only thing I got in my pocket is bad credit

How can a man like me
Be walkin' around in a world of misery?
And if women like a man with a body, it's not mine
'Cause they be walkin' past me like I'm a stop sign

My homeboys laugh when they pass the forty
Sayin', "Todd, as if he used to have a sporty"
The Benz was slammin', the Jeep was pumpin'
Ain't that somethin'?

I just laugh, this isn't what I was raised for
When I walk away, it's like ain't this a
Kick in the rear, that I'm standin' here
And can't afford a tissue for my tear

Should I drink wine and brandy or get a
Job puttin' stripes on candy or put a hole in donuts?
'Cause when you're broke, your middle name is 'So-what?'
I had to learn in an incredibly fast way

When you ain't got no money they treat you like an ashtray
I pawned all my jewelry and clothes
Right after that, I got dissed by all my hoes
That I thought was mine, but really never was

Soon the whole neighborhood got the buzz
That my tank was on 'E', and that means empty
That Twinkie looks good, so mister don't tempt me
Everybody thought I was trippin'

I rode the back of the bus
But my grip kept on slippin'
I'm the man that they're laughin at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya

I wanna hang with my man like, "Let's do this"
But this man like "Who this?"
That's right, the brother got two faces
They got me puttin' the tips on shoelaces

P on the Puma, a mop and a bucket my motto is, 'I don't care'
I don't give a damn, so what, why try?
I might as well rob some Blake Carrington
Sucker for his money, it's so funny

Cars ride by with the boomin' system
Sayin', "Leave him alone, my man already dissed him"
Now I'm on the cheese line, poverty-stricken
As the red tape thickens

I go to the park, they wanna baseball-bat me
I go to the mall, they throw my old tapes at me
I'm so horny and every girl I know be like
"He's so corny"

I want money in a hurry, I'm gettin' tired of leftover curry
I wanna fall off, but I don't know where the edge is
I'm so hungry, I eat my neighbor's hedges
Now I realize I gotta go for mine, it's windshield time

I take quarters, pennies, dimes and nickels
And a kiddy's tricycle, I'm a desperado
I'ma steal your rims' is my motto
I watch wrestlin' until I'm dizzy sore

So if you're cashin' your rent check, know how to get busy
Go to the drive-through, run with a milkshake
Go to the supermarket, pocket a raw steak
I need beer, I'ma catch the Miller truck out there

You know how they throw, the newspapers
In the morning the owner don't want 'em
I'm the man that they're laughin' at
They say, "Cheesy rat, you ain't all that"

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Nothin' can save ya

Just throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just don't care
Keep em there run the jewels
Run the jewels, run the jewels

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Zoot Suit Riot - Lyrics - Zoot Suit Riot: The Swingin' Hit Of The Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Cherry Poppin Daddies

Title: Zoot Suit Riot
Album: Zoot Suit Riot: The Swingin' Hit Of The Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Artist: Cherry Poppin Daddies
Composer(s): Steve Perry

Lyric:
Who's that whisperin' in the trees?
It's two sailors and they're on leave
Pipes and chains and swingin' hands
Who's your Daddy? Yes I am

Fat cat came to play
Now he can't run fast enough
You'd best stay away
When the pushers come to shove

Zoot suit riot
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot
Pull a comb through your coal black hair

Zoot suit riot
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot
Pull a comb through your coal black hair
Blow Daddy!

A whipped up jitterbuggin' brown eyed man
A stray cat frontin' up an eight-piece band
Cut me Sammy and you'll understand
In my veins hot music ran

You got me in a sway
And I want to swing you done
Now you sailors know
Where your women come for love

Zoot suit riot
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot
Pull a comb through your coal black hair

You're in a zoot suit riot
You're in a zoot suit riot
You're in a zoot suit riot

Oh, you got me in a sway
And I want to swing you done
Now you sailors know
Where your women come for love

Zoot suit riot
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot
Pull a comb through your coal black hair

Zoot suit riot
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot
Pull a comb through your coal black hair

You're in a zoot suit riot
You're in a zoot suit riot
You're in a zoot suit riot

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Street Crab - Lyrics - Betty - Helmet

Title: Street Crab
Album: Betty
Artist: Helmet
Composer(s): Page Nye Hamilton

Lyric:
First I'll panic quick and listen to advice
Agree to anything and try to be too nice
Then my skin flakes, another allergy
I'm not making sense, just ignore me

Thirst I had at last, run the water
Shut my mouth and run past
What's the matter?
Street crabs buy in fast, infect the water

Safe and sound like the perfect food
Ice the beer, it's easy to feel good
What was that you said? I thought I heard my name
But every street crab will push the vowels the same

Thirst I had at last, run the water
Shut my mouth and run past
What's the matter?
Street crabs buy in fast, infect the water
I shut my mouth and run past
So what's the matter?

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Land Down Under - Lyrics - Spunge

Title: Land Down Under
Artist: Spunge
Composer(s): Ron Strykert, Colin Hay

Lyric:
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said

"Do you come from a land down under?
(Yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
And he said

"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(Yeah)
You better run, you better take cover", yeah

Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said

"Do you come from a land down under?
(Yeah, yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(Yeah)
You better run, you better take cover"

Living in a land down under
(Yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(Yeah)
You better run, you better take cover

Living in a land down under
(Yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
(Yeah)
You better run, you better take cover
(Yeah)

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East Bound And Down - Lyrics - Me First And The Gimme Gimmes

Title: East Bound And Down
Artist: Me First And The Gimme Gimmes
Composer(s): Dick Feller, Jerry Reed

Lyric:
Cowboys and centlemenn, how do?

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run

Keep your foot hard on the peddle, son, never mind them brakes
Let it all hang out 'cause we've got a run to make
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there's beer in Texarkana
We'll bring it back no matter what it takes

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run

Old Smokey's got them ears on, he's hot on your trail
And he ain't gonna rest 'til you're in jail
So you gotta dodge him, you gotta duck him
You gotta' keep that diesel truckin'
Put that hammer down and give it hell

East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
We gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there
I'm east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run

I am east bound, just watch ol' Bandit run
I'm east bound and down, and it's okay
It's okay, it's okay

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Pass It Around - Lyrics - The Donnas

Title: Pass It Around
Artist: The Donnas
Composer(s): Brett Anderson, Torrance Castellano, Allison Robertson, Maya Ford

Lyric:
Well, it's only Thursday and it's no one's birthday
But we're goin' out for the night
Make a few stops, avoid the traffic cops
Pick up some whiskey and some dynamite

But there's always someone
Who's gotta spoil it for the rest of the gang
You're such a little Bogart
And I'm sorry but you just can't hang

Why don't you pass it around?
Don't bring the party down
If you don't pass it around
We'll run you right outta this town

Well, it's already Friday, gonna do it my way
Everything's ready to go
But later on all the beer is gone
Downed by some guys I don't even know

But there's always someone
Who's gotta spoil it for the rest of the gang
You're such a little Bogart
And I'm sorry but you just can't hang

Why don't you pass it around?
Don't bring the party down
If you don't pass it around
We'll run you right outta this town

Why don't you pass it around?
Don't bring the party down
If you don't pass it around
We'll run you right outta this town

Pass that glass, pass it around
Pass that glass, pass it around
Pass that glass, pass it around
Pass it around, don't bring the party down

Saturday night, don't really wanna fight
You get none if you didn't pay
Tell your little brother to go buy another
And give me back my Tankeray

But there's always someone
Who's gotta spoil for the rest of the gang
You're such a little Bogart
And I'm sorry but you just can't hang

Why don't you pass it around?
Don't bring the party down
If you don't pass it around
We'll run you right outta this town
Are you pickin' up what I'm putting down?

Why don't you pass it around?
Don't bring the party down
If you don't pass it around
We'll run you right outta this town

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Marshall Mathers - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Marshall Mathers
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
You know I just don't get it, last year I was nobody
This year I'm sellin' records
Now everybody wants to come around like I owe 'em somethin'
The fuck you want from me? Ten million dollars
Get the fuck out of here

You see I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me

Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin'
You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog
With it's head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'

Or leanin' out a window, with a cocked shotgun
Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot 'Pac in
Lookin' for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is

Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, 'cause Biggie and 'Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em
And get dollars that shoulda been there's like they switched wallets

And amidst all this Crist poppin' and wristwatches
I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
Startin' shit like some twenty six year old skinny Cartman

I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin
With instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started
These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch retarded? Gimme back my sixteen dollars

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
Whatever happened to whylin' out and bein' violent?
Whatever happened to catchin' a good-ol' fashioned
Passionate ass-whoopin' and gettin' your shoes coat and your hat tooken?

New kids on the block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'ma love it

Vanilla Ice don't like me, said some shit in vibe to spite me
Then went and dyed his hair just like me
A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me
And run around screamin', "I don't care, just bite me"

I think I was put here to annoy the world
And destroy your little 4 year old boy or girl
Plus I was put here to put fear in fagots who spray Faygo Root Beer
And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer

Fagot to dope and silent gay
Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away
And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' fagots the fuck out
Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out

After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out
Ducked down and got paint balls shot at they truck, blaow!
Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again
When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road, South of 10

And I don't need help, from D-12, to beat up two females
In make-up, who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails
Slim anus you damn right, slim anus
I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flaming fagots

'Coz I'm, just Marshall Mathers
I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me
Come and see me on the streets alone, if you assholes doubt me
And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot at me

Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
It is fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?

The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC get bizzy

My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress

Which is it bitch, Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter your, fagot!
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass

So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All the sudden, I got 90 some cousins

A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house

And then to top it off, I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass

Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
Here, double XL, double XL
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself

'Coz I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me

'Coz I'm, just Marshall Mathers, I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me
Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did was doubt me
Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to take shots at me

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