Call It Rock N' Roll - Lyrics - Great White

Title: Call It Rock N' Roll
Artist: Great White
Composer(s): Michael Lardie, Tony Montana, Jack Russell, Mark S Kendall, Alan Niven

Lyric:
Oh yeah, sounds familiar, let's rock it man

Well there's somethin' goin' down right here in the neighborhood
Yeah there's somethin' goin' down don't know if you really should
Don'tcha lose your head I'll make your heart feel good

Well there's trouble all around, trouble with the P.T.A.
Tell me whatcha gonna do takin' all our highs away
S'enuff to turn you round but Momma not today

C'mon little baby let's call it rock n' roll
C'mon little baby let's call it rock n' roll
Gonna get a good feelin' right down to your soul, guitar

Now your Papa's gettin' down, Momma sayin' you're no good
Baby it's a shame, it's never really understood
How a dose of rock n' roll can make your heart feel good

C'mon little baby let's call it rock n' roll
C'mon little mama let's call it rock n' roll
Gonna get a good feelin' right down to your soul

C'mon little baby let's call it rock n' roll
C'mon little honey let's call it rock n' roll
Gonna get a good feelin' right down to your soul, get it boy

I say yeah, yeah, call it rock n' roll
I say yeah, yeah, call it rock n' roll
Gonna get a good feelin' right down to your soul
Gonna get a good feelin' right down to your soul
Gonna get a good feelin' right down to your soul, yeah

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Bless My Soul - Lyrics - The Divinyls

Title: Bless My Soul
Artist: The Divinyls
Composer(s): Amphlett Mcente

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Lyric:
Hand me a prayer book
I need to be forgiven
I'm not even driving
I'm just being driven

I've got a burning fire in me
A potential for sin
Inspiration from the Devil
I'm full of temptation

I've got affection for trouble
Hear the sirens scream
I want to go somewhere
Where I've never been

Whole lot of people hear my plea
If you got an emotion, you got to set it free
Whole lot of people hear my call
I tell you no lies and that's all

Oh, bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll, rock-n-roll
Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll, rock
Rock, rock, rock
Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll

Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll
There's no easy way down
It takes some time, it takes some time
It takes some time to be a hero

I'll show you how to do it
I'll show how it's done
You can't let people go
You got to make them come

Let the lightning strike
The thunder roll
Let me tell you, buddy
That's rock-n-roll

Whole lot of people hear my plea
If you got an emotion, you got to set it free
Whole lot of people hear my call
I'll tell you no lies and that's all

Oh, bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll, rock-n-roll
Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll, rock
Rock, rock, rock
Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll

Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll
There's no easy way down

Whole lot of people hear my plea
If you got an emotion, you got to set it free
Whole lot of people hear my call
I'll tell you no lies and that's all

Oh, bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll, rock-n-roll
Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll, rock
Rock, rock, rock
Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll

Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll
There's no easy way down

Bless my soul, rock-n-roll
Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll
Bless my soul, it's rock-n-roll

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Minister Of Rock 'N Roll - Lyrics - Baptism - Lenny Kravitz

Title: Minister Of Rock 'N Roll
Album: Baptism
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Lenny Kravitz, Craig David Ross

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Lyric:
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I can heal you
I can save your soul
You better stop foolin' around

I can touch you
I can make you whole
I can bless it so it doesn't get old
Come on and turn it up loud

You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
And I'll be standing there

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak and
Make you lose control

I'm a minister of rock 'n' roll
Highway to Heaven and your pot of gold
Come on and join the crowd

I'm a fire when you're feeling cold
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
What are you waiting for now?

You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
And I'll be standing there

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control

You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me

You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
You can call me
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
You know I will be right there
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
You can call me
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
You know I will be right there
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control

I'm the minister of rock 'n' roll

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Rip Rock - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Rip Rock
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): Germain Williams, Wyclef Jean

Lyric:
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!

Jump up and down if you love the sound
We rip and rock until we tear shit down
Rip Rock stands for hip-hop mixed with Rock 'n' Roll
I'm hardcore to my inner soul, hold on as I swerve outta control
Directly into the unknowns of a black hole
All my real niggaz with fucked up neurotransmitters
Wavin' glocks and swastikas, I'ma take twenty shots of this hard liquor
And swigga 'til I'm drunk as the Pississippi River
Even though I know the shit is fuckin' up my liver
Tomorrow when I wake up, I won't even remember how I got home
Or where I got this tattoo of a mic on my arm from
Or when I fucked them bitches last night, I shoulda used a condom
I guess not, now that's what I call Rip Rock

Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon)
Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon)
Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon)
Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon, yeah)

Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon)
Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon)
Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon)
Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon, yeah)

You want Rock 'n' Roll?
(We got it)
You want hip-hop?
(We got it)
You wanna wreck shop?
(We got it)
We got it, got it
We got it, got it, got it

Rip, Rock

You want Rock 'n' Roll?
(We got it)
You want hip-hop?
(We got it)
You wanna wreck shop?
(We got it)
We got it, got it
We got it, got it, got it

C'mon, c'mon
Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!

Yo, I want you to sucker-punch whoever you standin' next to
If you ready to rock with a Refugee rebel
A Navy Seal underwater in a submarine vessel
Shittin' on niggaz above sea level
I'm tired of you MC's talkin' 'bout loot
I'm tired of you corny drug-induced rap groups
I'm tired of the lies, the cries, the screams
Tired of gettin' my name misspelled in magazines

I'm tired of you, two-faced disc jockeys
Non-believers, suckin' on my arch enemy's penis
You know who you are, I'm talkin' to you
You need to recognize, I'm tryin to introduce somethin' new
Somethin' I would sacrifice my life or die for
Somethin' if I was already dead, I would rise for
Somethin' that would make a fool a hundred times wiser
Somethin' that will help all mankind to prosper

I die with laughter, lookin' at you wack MC's
With your craft unmastered, bastards
Hip-hop in it's rarest form, crossbreeded with Rock 'n' Roll
Now rip rock is born, motherfuckers

Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon)
Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon)
Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon)
Rip, Rock, Rip, Rock
(C'mon, yeah)

You want Rock 'n' Roll?
(We got it)
You want hip-hop?
(We got it)
You wanna wreck shop?
(We got it)
We got it, got it
We got it, got it, got it

You want Rock 'n' Roll?
(We got it)
You want hip-hop?
(We got it)
You wanna wreck shop?
(We got it)
We got it, got it
We got it, got it, got it

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, yeah
C'mon, c'mon, yeah, c'mon
Rip Rock

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Make Love Like A Man - Lyrics - Adrenalize - Def Leppard

Title: Make Love Like A Man
Album: Adrenalize
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Joseph Elliott, Stephen Clarke, Phil Collen, Mutt Lange

Lyric:
Make love like a man
I'm a man
That's what I am
Come on

All you girls 'round the world
Lookin' for a guy who's a real go getter, yeah
Every guy grab a girl
Love her like a man, make her feel a lot better, yeah

Everybody
(You want it)
I'm the one
(I got it)
I'm Mr. Fun
(You need it)
I'm Captain Cool, yeah
(Come get it)
And I've come for you
Come on

Don't call me gigolo, don't call me Casanova
Just call me on the phone and baby come on over
When you need someone
When you need someone to

Make love like a man
I'm a man
That's what I am, yeah
Make love like a man
Your kinda man
That's what I am

Every day, every night
Take her little heart 'til it beats like a hammer, yeah, oh
Come, come on, do it good, do it right
Crazy little girl gonna stutter'n'
(Stammer)
Stammer
Oh yeah

Don't call me gigolo, don't call me Casanova
Just call me on the phone and baby come on over
When you need someone
When you need someone to

Make love like a man
I'm a man
That's what I am, yeah
Make love like a man
Your kinda man
That's what I am

Gimme some rock n' roll
Little bit of rock n' roll
It's gotta be rock n' roll
Little bit of rock n' roll

A little bit of love goes a long, long way
Gotta get it on if you really wanna get her
Never ever wait it's a little to late
Love her like a man, make her feel a lot better

(You want it)
Yeah, baby
(I got it)
Why not
(You need it)
Oh, oh
(Come get it)
Oh, come on

Don't call me gigolo, don't call me Casanova
Just call me on the phone and baby come on over
When you need someone
(When you need someone)
When you need someone to

Make love like a man
I'm a man
That's what I am, yeah
Make love like a man
Your kinda man
That's what I am

Make love
(Make love)
Like a man
(Like a man)
I'm a man
(I'm a man )
that's what I am baby

Make love
(Make love)
Like a man
(Like a man)
I'm a man
(I'm a man)
That's what I am

Hey, get it while you can
(Make love)
I wanna be your man
(Like a man)
Baby understand
(I'm a man)
I'm a m-m-man

(Make love)
Make love
(Like a man)
Like a man
Your kinda man

Oh, you love her like a man
She's gonna feel a lot better
And that's a fact

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Rock 'N' Roll Is King - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: Rock 'N' Roll Is King
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne

Lyric:
Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock'n'roll
Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul
She said come along with me, to a land of make believe
She said whamalamabamalama rock'n'roll is king
She loves that rock'n'roll and she plays it all night long
That's all she ever tells me when I call her on the telephone
She says feel that jumpin' beat, and git up on your feet
She says whamalamabamalama rock'n'roll is king

Oh let those guitars play
Play for me play for me
Oh let that song ring out
That's how it's meant to be

It rolls like a train that's comin' on down the track
She rolled over Beethoven and she gave Tchaikovsky back
She loves that drivin' beat, she goes dancin' on down the street
She said whamalamabamalama rock'n'roll is king

Oh let those guitars play
Play for me play for me
Oh let that song ring out
That's how it's meant to be

When she comes around and I'm listenin' to the radio
She says you can't do that 'cos all I wanna do is rock'n'roll
Now here I'm gonna stay when that music starts to play
She says whamalamabamalama rock'n'roll is king

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And On The 8th Day - Lyrics - Lick It Up - Kiss

Title: And On The 8th Day
Album: Lick It Up
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): V Cusano, G Simmons

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Lyric:
The sky is fallin' an' the wheels of life
Are grindin' out a brand new beat
The streets are burnin' with the call of the wild
And I can feel the heat

They'll call you names an' spit in your face
But legends never die
Just pick up your guitar, on your knees an' pray
An' hold your head up high

An' on the 8th day God created rock n' roll
On the 8th day God created rock n' roll

Out of the ashes came the dawn
An' the shape of things to come
Never surrender, just carry on
Straight to kingdom come

You sold your soul an' virginity
Ya can't rape a heart of gold
Yes, you're born to rule, it's destiny
Now it can be told

And on the 8th day God created rock n' roll
And on the 8th day God created rock n' roll

On the 8th day God created rock n' roll
On the 8th day God created rock n' roll

Rock of ages carry the news
To the heart of a brave new world
Feel the noise in the name of rock
Let the heavens roar

And on the 8th day God created rock n' roll
On the 8th day God created rock n' roll
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Rock 'N Roll Party Queen - Lyrics - Grease

Title: Rock 'N Roll Party Queen
Artist: Grease
Composer(s): Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey

Lyric:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Oh, oh, oh
Rock 'n' roll party queen

Little girl do ya know what I mean?
Pretty soon, she'll be seventeen
They tell me her names Betty Jean
Oh, oh, oh
Rock 'n' roll party queen

Friday night and she's got a date
Goin' places just a stayin' out late
Droppin' dimes in the record machine
Oh, oh, oh
Rock 'n' roll party queen

Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, oh no
Can I have the car tonight?
Baby, baby, can I be the one
To love you with all of my might?
Aye, aye, aye, aye

She's the girl that all the kids love
They talk about her wherever she goes
I could write a fan magazine
About my rock 'n' roll party queen

La, la, la, rock 'n' roll party queen
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, rock 'n roll party queen
Pa, pa, pa, pa, you should see her shake
Baby, baby, don't you call it puppy luck
Don't you want a true romance?

Rockin' and rollin', little party queen
We're gonna do the strawl, hey party queen
You know, I love you so, my party queen
You're my rockin' and my rollin' party queen

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Rock N Roll Outlaw - Lyrics - Live At The Googolplex - Clutch

Title: Rock N Roll Outlaw
Album: Live At The Googolplex
Artist: Clutch
Composer(s): Dan Maines, Neil Fallon, Tim Sult, Jean-Paul Gaster

Lyric:
In the north they call us rebels, in the south they call us Yankees
Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey
With the skillet lickin' time keepers
The grinnin' reapers of a missionary rock star

You can rock it like sir Sisyphus
But even in it's genesis it's really quite ridiculous
'Lectro hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the weeble wobble hot rod gang, revelator big bang

You can't hang with the heavinesses hung
Among the houses of the rising tongue
S'no fun to crack the axles but its gotta be done
'Cause whenever you wobble the weebles you know they get ticked-off

And in the season of bol-we evil speaking evil in your ear
And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears
We yabba-dabba-doo all the way to Shangri-la
Here it is with the rock 'n' roll outlaw

Where rock is criminal, criminals rock
Where rock is criminal, the criminals they rock
Where rock is criminal, criminals rock

Like this
Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw
I'm a rock 'n' roll outlaw
Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw
Yeah

So you can rock it like sir Sisyphus
But even in it's genesis it's really quite ridiculous
'Lectro hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the weeble wobble hot rod gang
Yeah, yeah

Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw
I'm a rock 'n' roll outlaw
Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw

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Keep On Rockin' - Lyrics - The Rose - Bette Midler

Title: Keep On Rockin'
Album: The Rose
Artist: Bette Midler
Composer(s): John S. Jr Carter, Sammy Hagar

Lyric:
You know I been thinkin'
Lord, about the hard sides of rock and roll
They say you can't make no money
Ooh, unless you're the Rolling Stones
I put a chip on my shoulder
Gave me the fire in my, in my blood

Children of the earth, listen what I say
You made rock and roll what it is today
And no two bit fascist is gonna shoot us down
So come on children, bring your guns to town
Shoot 'em down

We can rock and roll all night long
And I wanna see you out there feelin' strong
And I wanna give you, ooh, the shot you need
I'll be your doctor, you just call on me
Call on me, baby, baby
Call on me, call on me, baby

Keep on rockin', keep on rockin'
Keep on, rocn 'n' roll, gonna never die
Keep on rockin', keep on rockin'
Keep on, rock 'n' roll, gonna never die

Children of the earth, listen what I say
You made rock and roll what it is today
And no two bit fascist is gonna shoot us down
So come on children, bring your guns
Bring your guns to town

Keep on rockin', keep on rockin'
Keep on, rock 'n' roll, gonna never die
Keep on rockin', keep on rockin'
Keep on, rock 'n' roll, gonna never die

Keep on rockin', keep on rockin'
Keep on, rock 'n' roll, gonna never die

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Gotta Serve Somebody - Lyrics - Gospel Roots - Aaron Neville

Title: Gotta Serve Somebody
Album: Gospel Roots
Artist: Aaron Neville
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You might like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock 'n' roll man, prancing on the stage
Plenty of drugs at your command and women in a cage
You might be a businessman or some high degree thief
They may call you 'Doctor', they may call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, yeah, yeah, serve somebody
Oh, it may be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now, you may be a State Trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may even be the head of some great big TV network
You may be rich or poor and you may be blind or chained
You might be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're still gonna have to serve somebody

Maybe a construction worker working on a home
Might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns, you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh yeah, serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, it might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now you can call me Terry or you might call me Moore
You may call me David or you might call me Coe
You can call me RJ or you can call me Ray
You can call me anything, I don't care what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a rock 'n' roll star, prancing on the stage
You got plenty of drugs at your command, you got women in a cage
You might be a big businessman or some high degree thief
Now they might call you 'Doctor', they might call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

It might be the devil, it might be, it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh man, you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody

It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Somebody, somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord

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Gotta Serve Somebody - Lyrics - Snowfall on the Sahara - Natalie Cole

Title: Gotta Serve Somebody
Album: Snowfall on the Sahara
Artist: Natalie Cole
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

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Lyric:
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You might like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock 'n' roll man, prancing on the stage
Plenty of drugs at your command and women in a cage
You might be a businessman or some high degree thief
They may call you 'Doctor', they may call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, yeah, yeah, serve somebody
Oh, it may be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now, you may be a State Trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may even be the head of some great big TV network
You may be rich or poor and you may be blind or chained
You might be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're still gonna have to serve somebody

Maybe a construction worker working on a home
Might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns, you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh yeah, serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, it might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now you can call me Terry or you might call me Moore
You may call me David or you might call me Coe
You can call me RJ or you can call me Ray
You can call me anything, I don't care what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a rock 'n' roll star, prancing on the stage
You got plenty of drugs at your command, you got women in a cage
You might be a big businessman or some high degree thief
Now they might call you 'Doctor', they might call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

It might be the devil, it might be, it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh man, you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody

It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Somebody, somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord

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Gotta Serve Somebody - Lyrics - Moment Of Forever - Willie Nelson

Title: Gotta Serve Somebody
Album: Moment Of Forever
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
You may be an ambassador to England or France
You might like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You might be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock 'n' roll man, prancing on the stage
Plenty of drugs at your command and women in a cage
You might be a businessman or some high degree thief
They may call you 'Doctor', they may call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, yeah, yeah, serve somebody
Oh, it may be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now, you may be a State Trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may even be the head of some great big TV network
You may be rich or poor and you may be blind or chained
You might be living in another country under another name

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're still gonna have to serve somebody

Maybe a construction worker working on a home
Might be living in a mansion, you might live in a dome
You may own guns, you may even own tanks
You may be somebody's landlord, you might even own banks

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh yeah, serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, it might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

Now you can call me Terry or you might call me Moore
You may call me David or you might call me Coe
You can call me RJ or you can call me Ray
You can call me anything, I don't care what you say

You're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh, serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a rock 'n' roll star, prancing on the stage
You got plenty of drugs at your command, you got women in a cage
You might be a big businessman or some high degree thief
Now they might call you 'Doctor', they might call you 'Chief'

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody

It might be the devil, it might be, it might be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Oh man, you're gonna have to serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody

It might be the devil or it might be the Lord
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Serve somebody, serve somebody
Somebody, somebody
It might be the devil or it might be the Lord

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Rock 'N' Roll Weekend - Lyrics - Sammy Hagar

Title: Rock 'N' Roll Weekend
Artist: Sammy Hagar
Composer(s): Sammy Hagar

Lyric:
You've been waitin' for five long days
Passin' time in so many ways, oh yeah
Just waitin', oh, just waitin', baby
Ooh Lord, you've been waitin' for tonight

Money is burnin' a hole in your pocket
Friday night we'll blow the stars out of socket, oh yeah
Skyrocket, skyrocket, babe
Ooh Lord, we're gonna rock it all tonight

It's gonna be a rock and roll weekend
Eight o'clock's when the show begins
Get on the phone, call up all your friends
Tell 'em it's gonna be a rock and roll weekend

Rock and roll weekend, rock and roll
Check your watch it's gettin' time
Flash by the mirror, make sure you're lookin fine, oh yeah
Car waitin' outside, your momma sittin' by your side
Hey, we'll take that midnight ride tonight

(Rock and roll weekend)
In Atlanta
(Rock and roll weekend)
New York City

(Rock and roll weekend)
Detroit, Chicago
(Rock and roll weekend)
Dallas, Texas

(Rock and roll weekend)
See you in Cleveland
(Rock and roll weekend)
Don't for
(Missing end)

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Rock And Roll Star - Lyrics - Will Hoge

Title: Rock And Roll Star
Artist: Will Hoge
Composer(s): Will Hoge

Lyric:
Hail, hail, rock 'n roll
Come here, son, and let me help you sell your soul
Sit right down and everything will be just fine
Won't you sign right here and it will all work out in time

So sit right down and I'll tell you about the plan
I'm gonna make you fifty thousand dollars and I'll only take ten million
But did I mention I got a new Mercedes Benz
Smile pretty, be witty, come meet your brand new friends

Everybody thinks that you'll go far
You're gonna be a rock 'n roll star

Now you got a banker and a lawyer down on 16th Avenue
That's the funny things they call you
If you spend a couple extra years in school
And they got big black cars and dollar signs in their eyes too
What is a boy like me to do

I got this guitar that I play a little out of tune
But it don't make no difference if I get all the right tattoos
Hey, get a look at these cheekbones
Who cares if Mick Taylor was ever even in the Rolling Stones

Besides, he didn't even get that far
But me, I'm gonna be a rock 'n roll star, yes, I am

So now we're livin' happy underneath the Sony tree
And I got my big top ten record on WKD
Something or other, bartender, could I have another
And another and another, oh

You're lucky we're even slinking in this bar
'Cause I'm gonna be a rock 'n roll star, yes, I am, yes, I am
Gonna be a rock 'n roll star, hey

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The Road - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: The Road
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Sitting alone in my hotel
Looking in the mirror wondering, well
After all this time you never thought
You'd still be out on the road

Like a gypsy I was born to roam
Like a wanderer with no fixed abode
I think about the friends
I've left behind on the road

Well, the road's been rocky along the way
It's been a long, hard haul on the motorway
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
The bed and breakfasts and the greasy spoons
(The road)
The loser bars and the noisy rooms
(The road)
The casualties who did too many lines
(The road)
I'm wasted talent on women and wine

I think of all the friends I've left behind
Whenever it's time to get back out on the road

Started playing blues in a coffee bar
I took a trip down the Charing Cross Road
With my imitation Gretsch guitar
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars

I saw a band called the Rolling Stones
I thought, "That's it, I'll get a band
I'm leaving home, I'm out on the road"

The motorways all over this land
(The road)
Far away places like Wigan and Birmingham
(The road)
Didn't have no name, didn't have any fans
(The road)
Didn't have no money, so we slept in the van

All those early gigs we ever played
Sometimes we were lucky if we even got paid
On the road

Pete played on the bass guitar
(The road)
Liked to get around, mixing with all the stars
(The road)
But Mrs. Avory's child was all fingers and thumbs
(The road)
But solid as a rock, setting time on the drums

While Dave, the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs
Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist
On the road

Everyday is when I can't get used to it
Everyday is when I can't get away
Another day, another freeway to face
That's the road

Well, life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Jimi Hendrix, The Who, the Led Zeppelin and Free
(The road)
They took the road so it's alright by me
(The road)
Some are survivors, some are debris
(The road)
If you play in a band that's the road that you take

Living in it, eating in it, sleeping in it
You wake up in the morning, what do you see?
The road

Life is a road, it's a motorway
Lost a lot of good friends along the way
All the families and homes that I've left behind
To the wives and the lovers and friends who had their time

I say, "You take your road and I'll take mine"
(You take your road and I'll take mine)
You take your road and I'll take mine
(You take your road and I'll take mine)

Life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day

(On the road)
Observed all the various phases from
Flower power, heavy metal and acid rock
And still all the critics keep saying
"Are they still around? When they gonna stop?"

It's just the dedicated followers of fashion who like putting down
All the well respected men who came dancing and are still on the road

(The road)
Sometime I get suicidal
(The road)
Now everyone is a rival
(The road)
Different cars, different bars and hotels
(The road)
Corporations, big business and egos

When it all gets too bad I think back
When we were all each other had
When we started out on the road

And there's gas in my tank
And I've still got a way to go
Another hotel, it's time to check out soon
As I look around the room

I think of all the friends I've left behind
On the road

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Party In The Rain - Lyrics - Eve-Olution - Eve

Title: Party In The Rain
Album: Eve-Olution
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Mashonda Tiffere, Eve Jeffers, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Yo, betcha never heard of a joint so knockin'
This one reach 'em all, hip-hop to hard rockers
Even they out of their mind, Hatas can't block ya
I'ma take control enjoy this chart topper

Got no time to sit down you just gotta jump up
I need your attention listenin' to me
See I'm up in the zone now where you all belong now
Nigga, need ya with me move your body

Nigga this is it feel this hotness that I spit
On this swiss beat and it gets no sicker than this
You like that nothin' crazier even exists
DJs put it on, watch the crowd flip

I wanna party in the rain
(Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain)
Things will never be the same
(Things won't be the same)

I wanna party in the rain
(Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain)
Things will never be the same
(Things won't be the same)

Hey yo
This thing's so crazy that it hurts your soul
Don't know what to call it, daddy, call it rock n' roll
All this shit soundin' the same had to switch the pitch
Change it up ya' Nawmean gotta stay that, bitch

How you feel when you hear this wasn't prepared, boy
I need the listeners on the dance floor, go ahead boy
You and your faht play this shit loud, run around
Make your neighbors call the police, come on go make it wild

Some of y'all against this shit, really against this shit
This for the niggas who love me go head and get bent
And if you really want people to think, you insane
Open up your door, let it pour, party in the rain

I wanna party in the rain
(Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain)
Things will never be the same
(Things won't be the same)

I wanna party in the rain
(Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain)
Things will never be the same
(Things won't be the same, no)

Yo, be careful this one here is crazy, I don't wanna scare you
Clearly I'm just try to party and let you niggas hear me
Ya' I ain't really never let myself go but I'ma give it now
You can't even really fuck with this girl if you just sittin' down

Is you with me, with all ya bullshittin', I need to know
Messin' with my concentration, with me you gotta go
I know you ready to shout it out, yo this chick incredible
And there's more to come from baby girl, that's if you ready though

I gotta slow down now, I'm losin' my breath
I think, I might go back now, ready, no not yet
Almost there swiss let's hear 'em bring it back one time
Here we go again, we can party until the sunshine

I wanna party in the rain
(Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain)
Things will never be the same
(Things won't be the same)

I wanna party in the rain
(Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain)
Things will never be the same
(Things won't be the same, no)

Yo, we gone do it like this
Somebody, somebody, everybody, everybody
Real y'all, real y'all, scream, scream

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Homecoming - Lyrics - American Idiot - Green Day

Title: Homecoming
Album: American Idiot
Artist: Green Day
Composer(s): Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright, Billie Joe Armstrong

Lyric:
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live

In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city of lust

What the hells your name
What's your pleasure and what is your pain?
Do you dream too much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?

In the crowd of pain
St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says, "We're fucked up"
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jimmy died today
He blew his brains out into the bay
In the states of mind is my own private suicide

Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?
Well, nobody cares
Well, nobody cares
Does anyone care if nobody cares?

Jesus filling out paperwork now
At the facility on east 12th Street
He's not listening to a word now
He's in his own world and he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly
His life's on the line with anxiety now
'Cuz she had enough and he had plenty

Somebody get me out of here
Anybody get me out of here
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of here

So far away, I don't want to stay
Get me outta here right now
I just want to be free, is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now
Right!
This life like dream ain't for me

I fell asleep while watching Spike TV
After 10 cups of coffee and you're still not here
Dreaming of a song but something went wrong
And you can't tell anyone 'cuz no one's here
Left me here alone and I should've stayed home
After 10 cups of coffee, I'm thinking

(Where'd you go?)
Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

(Where'd you go?)
Everyone left you
Nobody likes you
(Where'd you go?)
They're all out without you
Havin' fun
(Where'd you go, go, go ,go)

Geez
I got a rock n roll band
I got a rock n roll life
I got a rock n roll girlfriend
And another ex-wife

I got a rock n roll house
I got a rock n roll car
I play the shit out the drums
And I can play the guitar

I got a kid in New York
I got a kid in the Bay
I haven't drank or smoked nothin' in over 22 days
So get off of my case, off of my case
Off of my case

Here they come marching down the street
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat
Coming back from the edge of town
Underneath their feets

There time has come and it's going nowhere
Nobody ever said that life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they will bear
In the summer heat

The world is spinning round and round out of control again
The 7-11 to the fear of breaking down
So send my love a letter bomb and visit me in hell
We're the ones going

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

I started fuckin' running
As soon as my feet touch ground
We're back in the Burro
And to you and me, that's Jingle town

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again
Home
We're coming home again

Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Havin' fun

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Bring The Noise - Lyrics - Return Of The Killer A's - Anthrax

Title: Bring The Noise
Album: Return Of The Killer A's
Artist: Anthrax
Composer(s): C Ridenhour, C Benante, F Bello, H Schocklee, S Rosenfeld, J Bellardini, D Spitz, E Sadler

Lyric:
Bass, how low can you go? Death Row, what a brother know
Once again back is the incredible, the rhyme animal
The young cannibal, D, Public Enemy number one
"Five-O" said, "Freeze" and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun

Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell
'Cause a brother like me said, "Well, Farrakahn's a prophet
And I think you ought to listen to what he can say to you
What you ought to do", follow for now, power of the people, say
"Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical", black is back, all in
We're gonna win, check it out, yeah y'all c'mon, here we go again

Turn it up, bring the noise
Turn it up, bring the noise

Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt like a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cause the beats in the lines are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying inside music
That the critics are blasting me for

They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now
Across the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, come on now
They're gonna have to wait 'til we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black but we'll see if they'll play this

Turn it up, bring the noise
Turn it up, bring the noise

Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me
My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm ya know
He can cut a record from side to side
So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your rock 'n' roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band man
Makin' a music, abuse it but you can't do it, ya know
You call'em demos but we ride limos too

Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you
Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Yoko Ono
Run-DMC first said a deejay could be a band
Stand on it's own feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for Eric B and L. L. as well, hell
Wax is for Anthrax, still I can rock bells ever
Forever, Universal it will sell
Time for me to exit, Terminator exit

Turn it up, bring the noise
Turn it up, bring the noise

From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose
Stand my man? The beat's the same with a boost, toast
Rock with some pizazz, it will last, why you ask?
Roll with the rock stars, you'll never get accepted as
We got to plead the Fifth, we can investigate
Don't need to wait, get the record straight

Hey, posse's in effect, got flavor, Terminator X
To sign checks, play to get paid
We got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissin' me and dissin' you
Yeah, I'm telling you

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I Luv Your Girl - Lyrics - Lovehate - The Dream

Title: I Luv Your Girl
Album: Lovehate
Artist: The Dream
Composer(s): Christopher Stewart, Terius Youngdell Nash

Lyric:
We up in the club
I see her do her thing
You might wanna rap
But she?ll make ya sing
See I was on her
But she was on him
She all up on my thing
I got my thing on her hip

She ATL pop, don?t know how to act
She left for one song
And came right back
Grindin? on me the rest of the night
Her man start muggin?
He can see it in my eye

Lil? mama so hood
I luv your girl
Lil? mama stay fly
I luv your girl
Wife beater with the denim
I luv your girl
She keeps them heels on high
I luv your girl

Man, look at shawty roll
I luv your girl
Man, look at shawty go
I luv your girl
I?m sorry I got it in for your girl, your girlfriend

She run her fingers through her hair
He tryin? to call her over there
But she like f*** that n****
She droppin? down to the floor
I?m like shawty you should go
But she like f*** that n****
Call it envy, I want her on me
All up in my head
And now she in my bed

Me and lil? shawty in the back
Talking ?bout this, talking ?bout that
I got her on Patron, she actin? all bad
Your girl chose me, don?t be mad

Kelly told ya?ll don?t bring ?em in the club
The way she rock that, got the boy in love
And I pray that ya?ll ain?t serious
'Cause seriously she?s on my d***

Lil? mama so hood
I luv your girl
Lil? mama stay fly
I luv your girl
Wife beater with the denim
I luv your girl
She keeps them heels on high
I luv your girl

Man, look at shawty roll
I luv your girl
Man, look at shawty go
I luv your girl
I?m sorry I got it in for your girl, your girlfriend

She run her fingers through her hair
He tryin? to call her over there
But she like f*** that n****
She droppin? down to the floor
I?m like shawty you should go
But she like f*** that n****
Call it envy, I want her on me
All up in my head
And now she in my bed

Usually you won?t see me hate on another dude
My heart got me up in here willing to separate you from your boo
She on me, and I?m on her
We walkin? out the club
Shawty what?s up?
Mmm, I want her in the worst way
Plus I just found out that it?s her birthday

Lil? mama so hood
I luv your girl
Lil? mama stay fly
I luv your girl
Wife beater with the denim
I luv your girl
She keeps them heels on high
I luv your girl

Man, look at shawty roll
I luv your girl
Man, look at shawty go
I luv your girl
I?m sorry I got it in for your girl, your girlfriend

She run her fingers through her hair
He tryin? to call her over there
But she like f*** that n****
She droppin? down to the floor
I?m like shawty you should go
But she like f*** that n****
Call it envy, I want her on me
All up in my head
And now she in my bed

Part of me feels so bad
But, ooh not that bad
The situation got you mad
I would be too
'Cause, damn she?s bad
Damn she?s bad, bad, bad, bad
Damn she?s bad, bad, bad, bad

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