Hooray For Love - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Hooray For Love
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields, Jimmy Mchugh

Lyric:
It's the wonder of the world
It's a rocket to the moon
It gets you high, it gets you low
But once you get that glow

Here's to my best romance
Here's to my worst romance
Here's to my first romance ages ago

Here's to the boys I've kissed
And to complete the list
Here's to the boys who said, "No"

Love, love, hooray for love
Who was ever too blaze for love
Make this the night for love
If we have to fight, let's fight for love

Some sigh and cry for love
But in Pa-ree they die for love
Some waste away for love
Just the same hooray for love

It's the rocket to the moon
With a touch of 'Clare de Lune'
It gets you high, it gets you low
But once you get that glow

Some trust to fate for love
Others have to take off weight for love
Some go berserk for love
Loafers even go to work for love

Sad songs are sobbed for love
People have their noses bobbed for love
Some say, we pay for love
Just the same hooray for love

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Hooray, Hooray, It'S A Holi-Holiday - Lyrics - Boney M.

Title: Hooray, Hooray, It'S A Holi-Holiday
Artist: Boney M.
Composer(s): Fred Jay, Frank Farian

Lyric:
Digge ding ding ding digge digge ding ding
Hey - di - hey - di - hoh
Digge ding ding ding digge digge ding ding
Hey - di - hey - di - hoh

There's a place I know where we should go - heydiheydihoh
Won' t you take me there your lady fair - heydiheydihoh
There's a brook near-by the grass grows high - heydiheydihoh
Where we both can hide side by side - heydiheydihoh

Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
What a world of fun for everyone, holi-holiday
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
Sing a summer song, skip along, holi-holiday
It's a holi-holiday

There's a country fair not far from there - heydiheydihoh
On a carousel the dingdong bell - heydiheydihoh
On the loop di loop we swing and swoop - heydiheydihoh
And what else we'll do is up to you - heydiheydihoh

Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
What a world of fun for everyone, holi-holiday
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
Sing a summer song, skip along, holi-holiday
It's a holi-holiday

Well, I'm game
Fun is the thing I'm after
Now let's a'live it up today
Get set for love and laughter
Well, let's go
Time isn't here for wasting
Life is so full of sweet sweet things
I'd like to do some tasting

Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
What a world of fun for everyone, holi-holiday
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
Sing a summer song, skip along, holi-holiday
It's a holi-holiday

In the country side we take a ride - heydiheydihoh
Where the stars will shine lots of time - heydiheydihoh
Back of your old car we might get far - heydiheydihoh
In the summerbreeze we feel at ease - heydiheydihoh

Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
What a world of fun for everyone, holi-holiday
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
Sing a summer song, skip along, holi-holiday
It's a holi-holiday

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The Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead - Lyrics - Crash Test Dummies

Title: The Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead
Artist: Crash Test Dummies
Composer(s): Andy Partridge

Lyric:
Peter Pumpkinhead came to town
Spreading wisdom and cash around
Fed the starving and housed the poor
Showed the Vatican what gold's for

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Peter Pumpkinhead brought to shame
Governments who would slur his name
Lusts and sex scandals failed outright
Peter merely said, "Any kind of love is all right"

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Peter Pumpkinhead was too good
Had him nailed to a chunk of wood
He died grinning on live TV
Hanging there he looked a lot like you, and an awful lot like me

But he made too many enemies
Of the people who would keep us on our knees
Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkinhead?

Hooray for Peter Pumpkin
Who'll pray for Peter Pumpkin?
Hooray for Peter Pumpkinhead
Oh my, oh my, don't it make you want to cry, oh

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I Build This Garden For Us - Lyrics - Let Love Rule - Lenny Kravitz

Title: I Build This Garden For Us
Album: Let Love Rule
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Lenny Kravitz

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Lyric:
I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us

In this garden, this lovely garden
I build a temple of love
Walk with the father, won't be a bother
To touch the earth as it was

We'll farm the land each day
And in the sunshine we will play
Glory, glory for the day he came
Our tears had gone away

We'll make love in the shade
And in the ocean we will bathe
Little fishies in the sea, say hooray

I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us

In this garden, our children will grow
Darlin' this is a must
We'll be so happy, our little family
So full of love and trust

And darlin' when we're old
We'll close the gates and lock the door
Our love will never fade away
When it's pure it forever last

And darlin' when you're cold
I'll hold you tight and keep you warm
Little darlin' gonna make it through the storm
You'll never be alone

I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us

In this garden, they'll be no war
No racial prejudice
You'll be my brother, of any color
You'll just be okay with us

We'll live each day in peace
In hope that we will one day reach
The rest of the world
When they are ready to be teached

The kingdom will come
Thy will, will be done
On earth, as it is in Heaven, yeah

I build this garden
(Build a little garden)
I build this garden for us

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us
I build this garden for us

I build this garden, yeah
No build it, yeah
No war, no more
Never been a time
Gonna build, yeah
Yeah, oh

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Hip Hop Hooray - Lyrics - 19 Naughty III - Naughty By Nature

Title: Hip Hop Hooray
Album: 19 Naughty III
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Christopher H. Jasper, O'Kelly Isley, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
Hip hop hooray ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho

You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day, hey
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But you never look my way, hey

I'm lickin' down you darlin'
In every single way, hey
Your funny flow is foreign
And a Green Card's on the way

This ain't got shit to do wit shampoo
But watch your Head & Shoulders
Brother older bold enough to fold ya I told ya
A raid afraid of what I made of played
Plus a funky fit so save ya flips
Plus tricks for that music in the monkey bit

Triggas from the grill town ill town some ask how it feels now
The deal is that we're real so we're still around
Don't lamp wit a freestyle phantom ain't tryin' to be handsome
Shrinkin' what ya thinkin' 'cause I'm vampin'

I live and die for hip hop
This is hip hop for today
I give props to hip hop
So hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
Hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho

You heard a lot about a brother gaining mo' ground
Being low down I do the showdown wit' any little ho round, no
I wanna know who you're believing through you're funny reasons
Even when I'm sleeping you think I'm cheatin'

You said, "I know you're Mr. O P P man"
Yo PP Man won't only see me man
You should've known when I hid in the step
There I was waited a bit and I consider the rep heck

I did your partner 'cause she's hot as a baker
'Cause I'm Naughty By Nature not 'cause I hate cha
You put your heart in a part of a part that spreads apart
And forgot that I forgave ya when you had a spark

You try to act like something really big is missing
Even though my name's Graffiti written on your kitten
I love black women always and disrespect ain't the way
Let's start a family today

Hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
Hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
Hip hop hip hip hop hip hip hop hooray

There's many hungry hip hoppers
One reason hip hop's tip top today
'Cause I ain't bailing no hey ain't choppin' no crops
But still grownin' ever day

Here's a thunder sound from the wonders found
From the underground town down the hill
Feel how ill town drown smiles to frowns
Snatchin' crowns from clowns beat downs are found

Don't know me don't come around
Tippy tippy pause, tippy tippy pause
Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up
Your style is older than Lou Rawls

Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Loose Lewis
You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us

Some kitty purr I call 'em sir too looking for her crew
Any trick that this gets a curfew
I put my projects for boots step through troops and leave proof
My problem solvers name is Mook

I hittin' woodys in a hoody, peace to Jesette, Joete, Jo Jo, Gene
And every hood gee, that's right my fight is ill
Peace goes to L.O.N.S. and quest, nice and smooth and Cypress Hill
I live and die for hip hop, this is hip hop of today
I give props to hip hop

So hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
Hip hop hooray, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
Smooth it out now

Now
Now
Now
...

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The Look Of Love - Lyrics - Abc

Title: The Look Of Love
Artist: Abc
Composer(s): Martin Fry, David Palmer, Steve Singleton, Mark White

Lyric:
When your world is full of strange arrangements
And gravity won't pull you through
You know you're missing out on something
Well that something depends on you

All I'm saying
It takes a lot to love you
All I'm doing
You know it's true

All I need now
There's one thing
Yes, one thing that turns this gray sky to blue

That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love

When your girl has left you out on the pavement
(Goodbye)
When your dreams fall apart at the seams
Your reason for living, your reason for leaving
Don't ask me what it means

Who's got the look?
I don't know the answer to that question
Where's the look?
If I knew I would tell you

What's the look?
Look for your information
Yes, there's one thing, one thing that still hold true
What's that?

That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love

That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
(Look of love)

If you judge a book by the cover
Then you judge the look by the lover
I hope you'll soon recover
Me, I go from one extreme to another

And though my friends just might ask me
They say, "Martin, maybe one day you'll find true love"
I say, "Maybe there must be a solution
To the one thing, the one thing we can't find"

That's the look, that's the look
Sisters and brothers
That's the look, that's the look
Should help each other
That's the look, that's the look
Ooh, ooh Heavens above

That's the look, that's the look
Hip hip hooray
That's the look, that's the look
Yippee ai yippee aiay
That's the look, that's the look
Be lucky in love
Look of love

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Three Point One Four - Lyrics - Hooray For Boobies - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Three Point One Four
Album: Hooray For Boobies
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): James M. Franks

Lyric:
My last girlfriend didn't like me, thought she might be
Most likely a dyke, she just didn't excite me
Lefty, yeah, but that was alright
She was hotter than the sun but she just wasn't that bright
My mistake she was more flaky than a leper colony
I think a wooden clothespin would have been much better company
Ass like a donkey actin' funky gave her 'L', now she's a flunky
So my love for her died quicker than a batch of sea monkeys

Early bird gets the worm, spread your legs or spread the word
So what if I'm not the smartest peanut in the turd
I'm white which goes with everything but I can come in any color
And I'm looking for the kind of girl that reminds me of my mother
But it's hard to find a girl with a viper tattooed on her tushy
And how many girls do you know that can play the harmonica
With their pussies like 'em easy and hot and sweet
Like a Rice Krispie Treat gee, you know what I really want in a girl, me

I need to find a new vagina
Any kind of new vagina
It's hard to rhyme a word like vagina
Calvin Klein kind of North Carolina

Women are like dog, do hear me through, don't interrupt
It's just the older that they are the easier they get to pick up
I'd fill the generation gap, clean the cobwebs from her rafters
Old hens would rather put out than be put out to the pasture
No age just ain't a gauge, I like my girls like my cheese
Preferably for me fat-free American singles only
I want my next chick anorexic, the winner is the thinner
Won't have to take her skinny ass out to a fancy dinner

Like Sizzler she got a beef, we'll chew the fat
If I forget to put the seat up I can put up with her crap
Let her lash out and crack the whip but not in bed I don't play rough
No, I can't be tied down with a girl that wants me tied up
Just independent like NOFX, smart like Janeane Garafolo
She'd use big words to make fun of me so that I would never know
Bestow upon me all her wisdom of the Dewey Decimal System gee
You know what I really want in a girl, me

I need to find a new vagina
Any kind of new vagina
It's hard to rhyme a word like vagina
Kevin Kline kind of South Carolina

Vagina, vagina
Vagina, vagina
Vagina, vagina
Vagina, vagina

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A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying - Lyrics - Hooray For Boobies - Bloodhound Gang

Title: A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying
Album: Hooray For Boobies
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): James M. Franks

Lyric:
I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night
I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's hump palace lookin' for love
It had been a while, in fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come
And went since that midnight run haulin' hog to shakey town on I-10

I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
Through a pair of daisy duke cut-offs
And one of those fruit of the loom Tank-tops
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips
Milky white skin and baby blue eyes, name was Russell

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well, I find it's quite a thrill when she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, shallow grave
This pretty little thing come up to me
And starts kneadin' my balls like hard boiled eggs in a tube sock
Said her name was Bambi and I said
"Well, that's a Coincidence darlin'
'Cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a Deer"

Well, she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern
And I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
As I do my little kooky dance and then she told me to shush
I guess she could sense my desperation
Of course, it's hard to hide a hard-on
When you're dressed like Minnie Pearl

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill when she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make
All my fantasies come true
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is Jackhammerin' Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart
As Garth Brooks gives birth to somethin' resemblin' a
Cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"

Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in Tuna Town if you know what I mean
Got to nail her back at her trailer
Heh, that rhymes, I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
When I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill when she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch
Gave the tranny a spin and slid on into the
Stinky pinky gulp n' guzzle big rig snooze-a-stop
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of Throb
When I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of the milk carton

Well, my heart just dropped
So I decided to do what any good Christian would
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold
A half gallon of moo juice and polish the one-eyed gopher
When your doin' seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler
I never thought missing children could be so sexy
Did I say that out loud?

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill when she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

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Wonderful - Lyrics - The Charm - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Wonderful
Album: The Charm
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Rico R Wade, Raymon Ameer Murray, Warren Anderson Mathis, Patrick L Brown

Lyric:
Make way
We point you to the money
Bubba K
We point you to the money
We paid, Bubba here

I don't know about y'all but I feel wonderful
Yeah, they lookin' at me yet I'm so comfortable
Girl look it here, I feel sensational
This that boy that you've been waitin' for

B U B B A K
Betty Boo, never mind what they say
B U B B A K
What can I say? Today's been a great day

Everythang's funny at first
'Til I showed 'em how much bein' country is worth
Just bought me a dodge, a hemi, give me 20 new 20's
I'm on day number 3, I need some energy in me

I been in the city behavin' like I'm still in the woods
Just a white boy livin' life as trill as I should
Really good, if I say so myself
Might be a little pale, they can't hate on much else

'Cause when I take this shirt off and show this girth off
It's all over but the tears, if your ho is up in here
Go on throw a couple beers on my tab tadpole
Life goes on, so you got your little rascal

Hate to blame you, I'm just celebratin' me
It's goin' down tonight, better tell 'em baby D
Now say who's world is this? Must be Bubba K's
Couldn't be no other way, hey

I don't know about y'all but I feel wonderful
Yeah, they lookin' at me yet I'm so comfortable
Girl look it here, I feel sensational
This that boy that you've been waitin' for

B U B B A K
Betty Boo, never mind what they say
B U B B A K
What can I say? Today's been a great day

Up, up, up and down on my back, baby
Everybody singin' now, 'cept for the fat lady
I may be half crazy but I feel full blown
Huntin' for a fire to throw my little wood on

Chop, chop, heat it up, beat it up, eat it up
With Dre and G wildin', these freaks love each of us
Now it's new to Louise to love
'Cause peepin' is for communist and Bubba is a capitalist

Sit down on my lap and let's talk about
The first thing that pop up little Michelle
A whisper when it's in a shell, turn the yellow into swell
Already been to hell, I'm tryin' to see how heaven feel

Could of cracked a cranium or two but still I kept it chill
Let me live, I let you live, bygones is bygones
I worked my movie or two, do your dance to my song
We won't be alive long but since the court afforded us
The luxury for a minute, I'm feelin' glorious

I don't know about y'all but I feel wonderful
Yeah, they lookin' at me yet I'm so comfortable
Girl look it here, I feel sensational
This that boy that you've been waitin' for

B U B B A K
Betty Boo, never mind what they say
B U B B A K
What can I say? Today's been a great day

I'm in a good place, I've got this thing whooped
I'm cookin' with grease, these suckers can't look
They disgusted and it baffles me
I'm rappin' happily again, you should be glad for me

Actually, you can get on 85
Goin' through the southbound lane, you okay to drive
'Cause they can't deprive us, this is our turn way
"Hip hop hooray" it's everybody's birthday

You need a hearing aid, I said I feel wonderful
I'm fittin' to take it to the house and pick my own fumble up
And anyone that loves life as much as I do
Hope you love it ever more since I made the south blew

I don't know about y'all but I feel wonderful
Yeah, they lookin' at me yet I'm so comfortable
Girl look it here, I feel sensational
This that boy that you've been waitin' for

B U B B A K
Betty Boo, never mind what they say
B U B B A K
What can I say? Today's been a great day

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Magna Cum Nada - Lyrics - Hooray For Boobies - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Magna Cum Nada
Album: Hooray For Boobies
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): James M. Franks

Lyric:
Why try? I'm that guy
Holden Caulfield from 'Catcher In The Rye'
Put away ?cause he wasn't all there
Like a jigsaw puzzle, you might compare
Me to him, not a liver but worst
Been much better off as a still birth
Big let down, unparalleled
Like the last episode of 'Seinfeld'

Or Jack Lemmon in 'Glengarry Glen Ross'
'Pepsi Challenge', took it, lost
Just fizzed out with my wires crossed
Buttons pushed but never went off
Like Martha I will self-destruct
The name's Dunnstock, it's not Dumptruck
Just cursed as fuck with no such luck
My future plans include not much

Never gonna be, never gonna be
Never gonna, never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Never gonna be, never gonna be
Never gonna, never gonna be
Nothin' more than me

Never gonna be, never gonna be
Never gonna, never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Always gonna be, always gonna be
Always gonna, always gonna be
Most likely to suck

Wanna be a Ghostbuster
First Black President, owner of 'Hustler'
Got shot down like Larry Flynt
Felt like shit like a bowel movement
Have you seen my will to live?
Because I seem to have lost it
Love life? No, but Mom thinks I'm handsome
Couldn't get off if I held a pimp for ransom

Feel like Jimmy Stewart, no one sees my Harvey
'Toxic Shock Syndrome' gets more girls than me
Like Pee Wee Herman spermin' I can
See the future in the palm of my hand
'Psychic Friends', Network loser
Large phone bill in my very near future
Dealt nothing and bluffing hard
Playing poker with a joker and some Uno cards

Never gonna be, never gonna be
Never gonna, never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Never gonna be, never gonna be
Never gonna, never gonna be
Nothin' more than me

Never gonna be, never gonna be
Never gonna, never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Always gonna be, always gonna be
Always gonna, always gonna be
Most likely to suck

Most likely to suck
Most likely to suck
Most likely to suck
Most likely to suck
Most likely to suck

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Goody, Goody - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: Goody, Goody
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Matt Malneck, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody
So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces and now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah, you had it coming to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied you rascal you, hey!

So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody
So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces and now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah, you had it coming to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody goody for me
Your love has been denied, you've been taken for a ride
And I hope you're satisfied you rascal you

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The Bad Touch - Lyrics - Hooray For Boobies - Bloodhound Gang

Title: The Bad Touch
Album: Hooray For Boobies
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks

Lyric:
Ha ha, well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about
I'd appreciate your input

Sweat baby, sweat baby
Sex is a Texas drought me
And you do the kind of stuff
That only Prince would sing about

So put your hands down my pants
And I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes, I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert
And you're getting two thumbs up

You've had enough of two hand touch
You want it rough, you're out of bounds
I want to you smothered, want you covered
Like my waffle house, hash, browns

Comin' quicker than Fed Ex
Never reaching apex like Coca Cola stock
You are inclined to make me rise an hour early
Just like daylight savings time

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt
Only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics

Let me be specific
I wanna be down in your south seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean
Means small craft advisory

So if I capsize on your thighs, high tide
B 5, you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on
I?m Mr.Cofee with an automatic drip

So show me yours, I?ll show you mine
Tool time, you?ll love it just like Lyle
And then we?ll do it doggy style
So we can both watch X-files

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby, ain?t nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

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Im Home Hooray - Lyrics - Wide Eyed - Junior Varsity

Title: Im Home Hooray
Album: Wide Eyed
Artist: Junior Varsity
Composer(s): Christopher M Birch, Sergio A Coronado, Asa Steven Dawson, Nicholas Adam Dodson, Andrew Paul Wildrick

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Lyric:
Georgia's coming back to claim my brother's half
But my full blood stepped back
I work with mercy, I'll put you down in the ground
But this mercy's made up

Take all of the talk like it's the blessed truth
But no one tells you
"Just keep up the peace", is what I say to me
It's a work I must do

I'm headed to the coast
So I can check out all the beaches
Ps, mom, I love you all the way to Jesus

I cut the ground and cracked the earth
A hole in December is worth the work
And all that it appears to be
This pet cemetery is where I work

I'm home, hooray!

I'm coming home with great intentions
Don't call me a quitter I've got great ideas
Just wait till I set one into motion
Send on straight to prison

I'm headed to the coast
So I can check out all the beaches
Ps, mom, I love you all the way to Jesus

I cut the ground and cracked the earth
A hole in December is worth the work
And all that it appears to be
This pet cemetery is where I work

I'm home, hooray!

Eyelids that weigh heavy are a blessing
And a mattress on the floor to hold me steady
Up, up and away

I'm home, hooray!
I'm home, hooray!

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Can I Party? - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: Can I Party?
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Ahmad A Lewis, Maurice Thompson, Bernard Worrell

Lyric:
Hey, wassup?
Here we go, here we go, here we go
One, two for the money
Or the show then three for the S-E
Hah, hah, wassup?
It's Ahmad, my man, Mau' made the track

Well, it's the niggerole, pump one more time
The jeeps I rock will never stop playin' for keeps
And got more soul than a ghost I have mostly, everybody up
The masses movin' asses, so let the beat hit

And it ain't gon' quit 'til you stop and say
(No)
'Cause I get more
(Ho)
Than Hip-hop hooray

I rock steady, steady rocks don't wanna box with God
Because I'm cool, givin' props to the old school
And the West coast, who just toasted the return
Of the funk with the fat beats for your trunk
(So)

I walk and I stalk and I caulk [unverified] and I blast
Then I dip to the party, find me a honey and tag that ass
I saw a Puerto Rican freak who was all that
Tight pants for dancin', told her we gotta lambada
No restin' yet black, 'cause here I am
Askin' the question, can I party if I need to jam?

So can I party if I want to?
(Yeah, you can party)
Now can I party if I need to?
(Yeah, you can party)
Can I party if it's essential and necessary
I'm addicted, I gotta have it, then I gotta have it
(Say what?)

So can I party if I want to?
(Yeah, you can party)
Now can I party if I need to?
(Yeah, you can party)
Can I party if it's essential and necessary
I'm addicted, I gotta have it, then I gotta have it
(Say what?)

It's the return of the incredible man
Who stands firm and rips up fakes without a cape
I'm great, I paid dues, kid, how dare you respect me not
I had to get a tetanus shot 'cause fools bit but
Now I'm back on deck, ready to wreck
And swing at every pitch 'til I'm rich
(Whoo)

And that's not long because I got a new song to sing
Throne the king 'cause all the fools just stepped loose
(Ooh)
Back to the party at hand, I want you movin' and groovin'
Workin' that ass, havin' a blast

I'm fast on the feel, so pass the pill
To the kid that rocks, everybody jockin', stop then
Throw your hands up and wave 'em from left to right
If you like the niggarole say
(Ho)
But you know, no restin' yet, 'cause here I am
Askin' the question, can I party if I need to jam?

So can I party if I want to?
(Yeah, you can party)
Now can I party if I need to?
(Yeah, you can party)
Can I party if it's essential and necessary
I'm addicted, I gotta have it, then I gotta have it
(Say what?)

Kick it, what did I say?
(Get up)
Think you better
(Get up)

Part efficient in circumference and if you don't jump
Touch the ceiling with the center of your palm, use your right arm
Everybody standin', should love my sound 'cause it's too down
Or three, might be four, fifty-six, maybe one more

To blow, might I flow, can I go, I'm that one so
Bumrush the doors, keep the doors locked
All I need's a small flock of fans, hands move to the bam-boom
Of the bass drum, when you hear the thump of the bass

Jump while you're actin' dumb, yell where you come from
(West coast)
With the new soul scenario
(Just fo')
Us to control your stereo

Ahmad, I flip and rip kids and crews to shreds
Mau' will lay a beat down like the Feds
I guess all should say yes y'all 'cause here I am
Askin' the question, can I party if I need to jam?

So can I party if I want to?
(Yeah, you can party)
Now can I party if I need to?
(Yeah, you can party)
Can I party if it's essential and necessary
I'm addicted, I gotta have it, then I gotta have it
(Say what?)

Wassup?
That's Ahmad and the Joneses
We on this mic, for the ninety-three, to the ninety-four
And more

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Goody Goody - Lyrics - Chicago

Title: Goody Goody
Artist: Chicago
Composer(s): Matt Malneck, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
Hey, got yourself a good thing, it's a good thing
It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels
Goody goody
So you gave him your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
(Gave him your heart too)
And he broke it in little pieces, now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night
Goody goody
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah
You had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal you

Good thing, got yourself a good thing
It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody goody
So you met somebody and now you know how it feels
Goody goody
So you gave him your heart too just as I gave mine to you
(Gave him your heart too)
And he stuck it in his collection, section ninety-two

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night
So you think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hooray and hallelujah
You had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal you

Hey, got yourself a good thing, good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

It's a good thing, got yourself a good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

Good thing, got yourself a good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

Good thing, got yourself a good thing
Good thing, got yourself a good thing
I won't let you go

Good thing, got yourself a good thing

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Success - Lyrics - Thank You - Duran Duran

Title: Success
Album: Thank You
Artist: Duran Duran
Composer(s): Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Ricky Gardiner

Lyric:
Yea

Here comes success
Over my hill
Here comes success
Here comes my car
(Here comes my car)
Here comes my Chinese rug
(Here comes my Chinese rug)
Here comes success
(Here comes success)
Oow

Here comes
In the last ditch
(In the last ditch)
I'll think of you
(I'll think of you)
In the last ditch
(In the last ditch)
I will be true
(I will be true)
Sweetheart, I'm telling you
(Sweetheart, I'm telling you)
Here comes the zoo
(Here comes the zoo)

Here comes success
(Here comes success)
Hooray success
(Hooray success)
Aah
(Oh oh success)
(Hooray success)
Oh oh success
(Oh oh success)
I can't help myself
(I can't help myself)
I just gotto gotto gotto gotto gotto gotto gotto gotto
(I just gotto gotto gotto)
Aah, aah, I can't stand it

I need success

Here comes my face
(Here comes my face)
It's plain bizzare
(It's plain bizzare)
Here comes my face
(Here comes my face)
Out of the crowd
(Out of the crowd)
Sweetheart, I'm telling you
(Sweetheart, I'm telling you)
Here comes the zoo
(Here comes the zoo)

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Baby, lets blast off
(So baby, lets blast off)
We blast off for success
(We blast off for success)
I'm gonna crash my car
(I'm gonna crash my car)
I'm gonna wear a dress
(I'm gonna wear a dress)
Oh, you slave me, baby
(Oh, you slave me, baby)
We're gonna do the twist
(We're gonna do the twist)
We're gonna hop like a frog
(We're gonna hop like a frog)
'Cause we love success
('Cause we love success)

Da da, daa, da, da
(Da da, daa, da, da)
Da da, daa, da, da
(Da da, daa, da, da)
Da da, daa, da, da
(Da da, daa, da, da)
Da da, daa, da, da
(Da da, daa, da, da)
Da da, daa, da, da
Da da, daa, da, da
Da da, daa, da, da
Da da, daa, da, da
Da da, daa, da, da
Da da, daa, da, da
Da da, daa, da, da

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Dear Yvette - Lyrics - Radio - Ll Cool J

Title: Dear Yvette
Album: Radio
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Rick Rubin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yo, Yvette, there's a lot of rumors going around
They're so bad, baby, you might have to skip town
See something's smelling fishy and they say it's you
All I know is that you made it with the whole damn crew

They say you're a man-eater during the full moon
Mascot of the senior boys' locker room
They said Yvette walked in, there wasn't too much rap
Her reputation got bigger and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your momma shoulda taught you better
I'ma sit down and write you a long letter

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

I'm glad you ain't my sister, then again if you was
I'd have to treat you like you was my distant 'cuz
I'm not a news reporter, I don't mean to assume
What should I think? I seen ya coming out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in there alone, wasn't using the phone
The door was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was "Moan"

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

I don't really know if the story is so
I can either ask Curly or Larry or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, Mookie or Joe
Like Santa Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho

In every disco, you say hello
Like you're a little angel but we all know
Since you was eleven you been acting this way
You always got in bed when you wanted to play
You're a freak, you think you're Lady Godiva
Some freaks are live but Yvette you're liver

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

You're a back-seat queen, a elevator pro
A high-powered body makes your Levis grow
See the stories I've heard, they could amaze
I heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the days

So calm down freak, get a G.E.D.
That's a General Education on Decency
One day you'll see and agree with me
Unless you're gonna be a freak until you're 93

For you there's no fee, everything is free
This is from me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, your leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt with all your might

I don't really wanna diss nobody
You might think I had a little too much Bacardi
But that's not the problem, the problem's Yvette
How bad can a girl's reputation get?
See, she's the kinda girl all the homeboys met
If you're desperate, ask Yvette 'cuz she'll say "Bet"

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

B-Boys are hard on the boulevard
The reverend at the church said you was barred
Homeboys on the block love you a lot
You're a real famous freak whether you like it or not

So before you start walking and your beak starts squawking
Let me explain to you who is talking
I'm LL Cool J, from around the way
You boogie down to my records almost every day

Go a hundred miles an hour when you're standing still
You're faster than my Caddy when it's going downhill
Won't forget that day in the YMCA
The guy at the desk said it was okay
For you to come inside 'cuz he knew you'd stay
Greg G and Garfield yelled 'Hooray'

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

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Push It - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity II - Diplomats

Title: Push It
Album: Diplomatic Immunity II
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Herby Azor, Raymond Douglas Davies

Lyric:
Killah, Dip Set, Jim Jones, Santana
Lil weezy in the house tonight
Cash money, bitch, it ain't changed since eighty-eight, nope
Get on the corner and push something, Dip Set, Killah

Yo baby yo, hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
Now y'all know me from that block where we move them rocks
You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops

You don't know what it's like up on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, weeded damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a hand
Call us if you need some grams, Jim Jones, Cesar Cam

Every season man, Killah, keep it seasoned, fam
Call me a dobo loco papo, believe it, man
Now what's the chain, why's that because I need [Incomprehensible]
Satisfy my need, drinkin' sizzurp, now bitch, just roll my weed

Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby, get up on this

D I P S E T, that gangsta crew
You know the rules, follow codes, 'cuz that's how gangstas move
Get your mayo, sell that yayo, strip clubs make it rain
These thugs play the game, get bucks, save that cane

After that, baby girl, hey, let's get some bub
Love, love, don't rub, we fittin' to hit the club
Yeah, they dance, but a lap dance they want a dub
You don't know nan, ask Trick, they love a thug

Bam bam, jam jam, and a handstand
Ha ha, so tan in the tan stand
Ra ra, na na, ha ha, la la
Mama, I keep that blam blam

Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good

All my ladies cry, all I say is, "My"
When I'm in them thighs, all you hear is, "Aye"
Why, why, "Aye" stop this, stop this, "Aye"
My cock a rocket cock over so I can pop it, "Aye"

You fake old G's are corny, wack me and my breeze the dawny
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'Cuz I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty, I want some dookie love

I'm like hey baby hey, ain't no games to be play
It's money out there, yeah, it's a gang to be made
I'm a pimp baby hey, I'm screamin, "Pimp pimp hooray"
Scream it with me, okay, now hit the strip and get paid, hey

Odd money's hard money, even money's cheatin' money
Slow money's no money, and no money's a beatin', honey
Push it good, push it fast, push it right
If a nigga push that ass, push it back, push it twice, but push it

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I bake and feed it
To the fiends with the lean, in the beam with the cream
With a team that's straight from Phoenix
That man that loses, face the music, still get cake like Regis

Hey Ma, it's J.R., you know I had to make the remix
See I push it cook it, push and cook it, push to cook it
And roll with cooks that's crooked
Old G's who look and cooks it

You'll get sprayed and showered
With K's and Cal's, toupee devoured
Shots ring, bang bang, you hit, he hit
Have your block put up a bouquet of flowers

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Gal Who Invented Kissin' - Lyrics - Hank Snow

Title: Gal Who Invented Kissin'
Artist: Hank Snow
Composer(s): Charles Orr, Earl Griswold

Lyric:
I loved a gal who invented kissin', I don't recall her name
But I do believe that gal should sit high up in the hall of fame
Until she came along just think what we were missin'
That's why today I'm shoutin' "hooray" for the gal who invented kissin'

She taught the fellows how to smooth instead of holdin' hands
And she showed them how to steel a kiss like they do in foreign land
Until she came along just think what they were missin'
Love was very nice but as cold as ice to that gal who invented kissin'

She showed the girls how pucker up and roll their pretty eyes
And she showed them how to kiss hello and how to kiss goodbye
Until she came along just think what they were missin'
They could only cook or read a book till that gal who invented kissin'

Mr. Edison, he invented the lights, Mr Bell, the telephone
And Columbus found America their names're all well known
But till she came along this world had somethin' missin'
And I'm tellin' you there was nothin' to do till that gal invented kissin'

Now I've been out with a many a gal and the things all were so nice
Some of them I kissed just once and others more than twice
But if I had my wish the only thing I'm wishin'
Is to make a date and stay out late with the gal who invented kissin'

She ever knows how to kiss so fire and how to kiss goodnight
On every kind of hug and kiss she holds a copy rhyme
But if I had my wish the only thing I'm wishin'
Is to make a date and stay out late with the gal who invented kissin'

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That'S Entertainment - Lyrics - Rufus Does Judy At Carnegie Hall [2 CD] - Rufus Wainwright

Title: That'S Entertainment
Album: Rufus Does Judy At Carnegie Hall [2 CD]
Artist: Rufus Wainwright
Composer(s): Howard Dietz, Arthur Schwartz

Lyric:
A clown with his pants falling down
Or the dance that?s a dream of romance
Or the scene where the villain is mean
That?s entertainment!

The lights on the lady in tights
Or he bride with the guy by her side
Or the ball where she gives it her all
That?s entertainment!

The plot can be hot, simply teeming with sex
A gay divorcee who is after her ex
It could be Oedipus Rex
Where a chap kills his father and 'causes lots of bother

The clerk who is thrown out of work
By the boss who is thrown for a loss
By the skirt who is doing him dirt
The world is a stage, the stage is a world of entertainment

It might be a fight like you see on the screen
A swain getting slain for the love of a queen
Some great Shakespearean scene
Where a ghost and a prince meet and everyone ends in mincemeat

The guy maybe waving the flag
That began with the mystical hand
Hip hooray! The American way
The world is a stage, the stage is a world of entertainment

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