Jamboree - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: Jamboree
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss, Benny Golson

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Lyric:
I wanna see y'all, who wanna plan with me
Wave your hands across the land if we family
Say hot-damn, hot-damn, we wanna jamboree
This for my peeps here, I stand for you 'cause you stand for me

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

Kaboom kaboom, the platoon came on in eight limbs and timbs
Broke rims, smoked sims, whoop dogs with bent rims
For the real and the raw, from who'd up with the law
I never kill for the thrill, but I cut for the cars
Smokin' buddha with a hoota', get better prices from looters
Shake my shell with the shooters, leed a luga with duga
Some say modelin' and acting mean treach is selling

While I'm yelling, first a felon with my gat at ya melon
Hella heated, too ill for them to beat it
Most cheated, most weeded, most needed, you best believe it
Let's take the tapes jam for me, stand for me
You're damned to be without the Jamboree

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

We've put it down since the days of high school
And everywhere we mark we rule
Naughty's about to raise our stock
And we didn't come to brag about what we got nigga
We came to rock
We blew the spot taking the streets to pac
You'd be thug-style for a while
Then cold rolled our jock

Using them last few years as our evidence
Niggas been tryin' to duplicate the mixture ever since
You live in value reprimanded, if you challenge me I guarantee
When we finish, I'll be the last man standing
Fuck what you heard, Naughty is forever in demand
When Kay drop tracks, all the party people jammin'

I wanna see y'all, who wanna plan with me
Wave your hands across the land if we family
Say hot-damn hot-damn, we wanna jamboree
This for my peeps here, I stand for you 'cause you stand for me

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

I ask the thugs who have mercy in these days is dirty
I'm still sturdy and flirty till my derby for jersey
The funk is pass booted, lights, camera, shoot it
I just did it to do it, that's why I suit it and boot it
Here's the graphic, niggas is just a tattered and added
Orgy's are automatic from back-traffic to addicts
Crush the cabbage straight from the savage to lavish
We rip those who rat it, thats why your click had it
Dog, cats to coochies, for me it's lootchies, then hootchies

'Cause we'll drop a cuzzie that leaves your whole label woozy
And shitty and dizzy because your whole city miss me
They whip out their titties and from they kiddies throw me
50's in bundles of 100's, and make every hater want it
Drunk and blunt it knock onto the hottest nigga comin'
Kay scratch and cut ya, no matta what you make 'em
Wanna come and touch her, the punani rusher like Usher

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

C'mon I know I jam, I know I jam jam, while oh damn
I know I jam, I know I jam jam boree
I know I jam, I know I jam jam
Well oh damn, why don't you jamboree for me?
Yes, indeed

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Gonna Have A Party - Lyrics - Alabama

Title: Gonna Have A Party
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Bruce Channel, Kieran Kane, Cliff Cochran

Lyric:
Gonna have a party, a good time jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me
Gonna have a good time and everybody's feelin' right
Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night

Well, thought I'd call you early, I thought you'd like to know
There's gonna be a party and I'd love for you to go
I just wanna give you time to get your story right
There's gonna be a party, babe and it might last all night

Gonna have a party, a good time jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me
Gonna have a good time and everybody's feelin' right
Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night

Now we're gonna play some music and you can sing along
And I'll bet before the night is through, we'll play your favorite song
And when we play the slow dance and I'm holding you so tight
That's when the party's startin', babe and it might last all night

Gonna have a party, a good time jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me
Gonna have a good time and everybody's feelin' right
Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night

Yeah we gonna have a party, a good time jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me
Gonna have a good time and everybody's feelin' right
Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night

Gonna have a party, a good time jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me
Gonna have a good time and everybody's feelin' right
Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night

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Highplains Jamboree - Lyrics - Terry Allen

Title: Highplains Jamboree
Artist: Terry Allen
Composer(s): Terry Allen

Lyric:
Ahh, she was a honky tonker
An' he was a family man
An' she showed him her gold teeth
When he'd hold her little hand

An' they met out on the highway
At the Paradise Motel Lounge
On Saturday nights when things weren't right
Between him an his wife in town

An' they're just another couple
On a Highplains Jamboree
Playing out them sad songs they understand
Yeah, just another couple
Makin' jukebox memories
An' walking into trouble hand in hand

Well she weren't no maid of cotton
An' he weren't no hell-of-a-man
But they must have loved each other
Like only the lonely can

'Cause they slow-danced through the neons
Like sorrow through a song
Then they carried the tune to the motel room
An' they played it all night long

An' they're just another couple
On a Highplains Jamboree
Playing out them sad songs they understand
Yeah, just another couple
Makin' jukebox memories
An' walking into trouble hand in hand
I said walking into trouble hand in hand

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High Plains Jamboree - Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Title: High Plains Jamboree
Artist: Robert Earl Keen
Composer(s): Terry Allen

Lyric:
She was a honky tonker and he was a family man
And she showed him her gold teeth when he?d hold her little hand
And they met out on the highway at the Paradise Motel lounge
On Saturday nights, when things weren?t right
Between him and his wife in town

They?re just another couple on a high plains jamboree
Playing out them sad songs, they understand
Just another couple making juke box memories
Walking into troubles hand in hand

She weren?t no maid of cotton and he weren?t no hell of a man
So they must have loved each other like only the lonely can
?Cause they slow-danced through the neon like a sorrow through a song
Then they carried the tune to the motel room
And they played it all night long

They?re just another couple on a high plains jamboree
Playing out them sad songs, they understand
Yeah, just another couple making juke box memories
Walking into troubles hand in hand
I said, they walking into troubles hand in hand

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Junk - Lyrics - Beatles

Title: Junk
Artist: Beatles
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney

Lyric:
Motorcars
Handlebars
Bicycles for two
Broken hearted jubilee

Parachutes
Army boots
Sleeping bags for two
Na na na na na jamboree
Buy, buy

Motorcars
Handlebars
Bicycles for two
Broken hearted jubilee

Parachutes
Army boots
Sleeping bags for you
Na na na jamboree

Buy
The shop window
?Why why??, says the sign
In the yard

?Buy buy?, says the sign
In the shop window
?Why why??, says the junk
In the yard

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Where It'S At - Lyrics - Odelay - Beck

Title: Where It'S At
Album: Odelay
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): John King, Beck Hansen, Mike Simpson

Lyric:
There's a destination, a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pullin' out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
Just clap your hands

Where it's at
(I got two turntables and a microphone)
Where it's at
(I got two turntables and a microphone)
Where it's at
(I got two turntables and a microphone)
Where it's at
(I got two turntables and a microphone)

{Take me home with my elevator bones
That was a good drum break}

Pick yourself up, off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only, hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers

Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes, with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let my man Ken Wilson
(Rock the most)

Where it's at
(I got two turntables and a microphone)
Where it's at
(I got two turntables and a microphone)

{What about those who swing both ways? AC, DCs?
Let's make it out baby}

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone

Where it's at!
(I got two turntables and a microphone)
Where it's at!
(I got two turntables and a microphone)

{Oh, dear me
Make out city's a two-horse town
That's beautiful, Dad!}

{Got my microphone}

There's a destination, a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pullin' out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
Just clap your hands

Where it's at
(I got two turntables and a microphone)
Where it's at
(I got two turntables and a microphone)

I got plastic on my mind
Make it out, baby
Let's make it
Let's make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Telephone plastic baby
Ahh, so good
Oh, yeah
Let's play good
Oh, oh, oh, oh. oh

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The Gillette Cavalcade Of Sports - Lyrics - Glassjaw

Title: The Gillette Cavalcade Of Sports
Artist: Glassjaw
Composer(s): Daryl Palumbo, Justin Beck

Lyric:
And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
Around and about
And I'm scared to go no where

And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
Around and about
Down dime air to fall nowhere

'Cause, it 's where the train ride ends
Screaming is this your decision
We were the best of friends
And I'll go nowhere

This isn't where
This isn't where I found you
This isn't where
This isn't where I found you

And my life is such a ball
That I run the world from City Hall
And I knew you all

And my life is such a ball
That I run towards the City Hall
And I own you all

'Cause, here's where the train ride ends
Screaming, "Is this your decision?"
We were the best of friends
And I'll go nowhere

This isn't where
This isn't where I found you
This isn't where
This isn't where I found you

And this and this and this and this
And this and this and this
How where they ever?

This isn't where
This isn't where I found you

Well welcome back race fans
It's Cavalcade sport time again
Here at the jamboree, home of the hits
How you doing Bob?

It's the last stretch
And my heart, my heart stays in the lead
And we see first, second behind my heart is my mind
Third behind my mind is my body
Fourth behind my body is my soul
And my heart stays in the lead
Coming around the stretch, that was a good one Bob

And rounding here is my heart
Imagine you can stay in the lead
And come second behind my heart is my mind
Third behind my mind is my body
Fourth behind my body is my soul
My heart stays in the lead
That was a good one Bob
Don't touch

This isn't where
This isn't where I found you
This isn't where
This isn't where I found you

And this and this and this and this
And this and this and this
How where they ever?

This isn't where
This isn't where I found you

Home is where the heart is
Home is where the heart is on the bus
Home is where the heart is on the bus
Home is where the heart is on the bus
Home is where my heart is on the bus
Home is where the heart is on the bus
On the bus, on the bus

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Home - Lyrics - Stormwatch - Jethro Tull

Title: Home
Album: Stormwatch
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
As the dawn sun breaks over sleepy gardens
I'll be here to do, all things to comfort you
Although I've been away, left you alone this way
Why don't you come awake and let your first smile take me home

The shadows in the park were longer yesterday
And lady luck stood still, waiting for the kill
And on a jumbo ride, over seas gray, deep and wild night
I flew for heaven's sake and let the angels take me home

Down steep and narrow lanes, I see the chimneys smoking
Above the golden fields, know what the robin feels
In his summer jamboree all elements agree
In sweet and stormy blend, midwife to winds that it send me home

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Randall Knife - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Randall Knife
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
My father had a Randall knife
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to World War II
To save us all from ruin

Now if you've ever held a Randall knife
You know my father well
And if a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
He was a lawyer by his trade
And only once did I ever see
Him misuse the blade

Well, it almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
Now the knife was made for darker things
And you could not bend the rules

Well, he let me take it camping once
On a Boy Scout jamboree
And I broke a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a tree

Well, I hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
And he put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word one

There it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some odd years
Sort of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear

My father died when I was forty
And I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn't love him
Not because he didn't try

Well, I'd cried for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And I was not quite ready

So we took his ashes out to sea
And poured `em off the stern
And then threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we'd learned

And when we got back to the house
Well, they asked me what I wanted
Not the law books, not the watch
Oh, I need the things he's haunted

Oh, my hand burned for the Randall knife
There in the bottom drawer
And I found a tear for my father's life
And all that it stood for

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Junk - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Junk
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney

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Lyric:
Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two
Brokenhearted jubilee

Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two
Sentimental jamboree

Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da La da da da

Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da da da la la la la la

Candlesticks, building bricks
Something old and new
Memories for you and me

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Barcelona - Lyrics - Rentals

Title: Barcelona
Artist: Rentals
Composer(s): Matthew Kelly Sharp

Lyric:
Got absinthe, got Gaudi
And I got Jamboree
Got my chicas
Maria, Anna, Monica
And I got Noemi
(A what cha gotta)

Got Picasso blue
And I got the Good Bar Crew
Got bikkini
And the New York disco
Got surreal Dali
Oh, yeah
(Oh, yeah)

Lost and rollin'
Driftin' loosely on my own through
Barcelona, Barcelona
Catalonia, take over
Barcelona

Got Iberia, got oveja negra
Got Zeleste
And the Karma dub
I got the Pipa Club
(A what cha gotta)

Got Picasso Blue
(Got Picasso Blue)
Got a Senorita too
The Panam's sex show
Got my transvestites
At the top of the mountain disco
Yeah

Lost and rollin'
I don't got much to go back to
Lost and rollin'
Driftin' loosely on my own through

Barcelona, Barcelona
Catalonia, take over
Barcelona
(Ooh, ooh)

Barcelona
(Ooh, ooh)
Barcelona
(Ooh, ooh)

Barcelona
(Ooh, ooh)
Barcelona

My sweet angel, Barcelona
Hide me safely, give me shelter
In a dark place
Under assumed name through Catalonia

Lost and rollin'
Driftin' loosely, no occupation
Barcelona
The last angel, Barcelona

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Time To Kill - Lyrics - Band

Title: Time To Kill
Artist: Band
Composer(s): Robbie Robertson

Lyric:
The many roads I've covered
The many trails I've burned
But when our paths did cross, love
My whole world made a turn

And we've got time to kill
What a thrill, June and July
We've got all our love
Buckets of the tears that we cried

Now we don't cry no more
Gonna bolt the door
Don't know what we've got
But it feels like a lot
We don't need no more

When my day's work is done
We can take in a jamboree
But I just wanna sit down by the fire
With my love right here beside me

And we've got time to kill
Catskill, sweet by and by
We've got all our love
The sky above, the twinkle in your eye

Now where the wheel might roll
Is where my love and I shall go
We're gonna plant the seed
There ain't nothing we need
We found our own rainbow

My love wants to have her fortune read
And I know that she's in a hurry
If we go along the straight and narrow road
You don't even have to worry

We've got time to kill
Standin' still, go on, give it a try
We've got all our love
Mountains of the trees are so high

We don't need no big car
Don't eat no caviar
When we come to rest
We take to the nest
You know where we are

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Gorilla Girl - Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Title: Gorilla Girl
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Composer(s): Rodney Linderman, David Shulthise, Dean Sabatino, Joseph Genaro

Lyric:
Gave to the gorilla girl, gobs and gobs of love
No one else would touch that girl unless they wore a glove
Gifted was this girl of mine, great knowledge could she grasp
But once she ate a golf pro and vomited in the grass

But I love my groovy gorilla girl
And her groovy, gorgeous gape, oh
And her fabulous zoo-keeper father
My love looks like an ape

My folks say she's wrong for me, this girl is a mistake
Whenever I date gorilla girl, they whack me with a rake
Took her out to a picnic at a girl scout jamboree
Golly did those girl scouts gape at gorilla girl and me

But I love my groovy gorilla girl
And her groovy, gorgeous gape, oh
And her fabulous zoo-keeper father
My love looks like an ape

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Jump Up - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Jump Up
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Declan Mcmanus

Lyric:
Everybody's talking like they can't sit down
And looking like they can't stand up
It must be the lastest style
And they've seen a lot of things that you never see

Back on the mile, up to the hanging tree
Some people can't keep their fingers clean
Just clicking their heels to the beat of the scene
Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last night's obituaries

Jump up, hold on tight
Can't trust the promise or a guarantee
'Cause the man 'round the curve says
That he's never heard of you or me

No tombstone would ever surprise me
When I'm locked in a room about half the size of a matchbox
Got holes in my socks
They match the ones that I got in my feet

I put my feet in the holes in the street
And somebody paved me over
I was a statue standing on the corner
Tell me, how else can a boy get to see those pretty pleats?

Candidate talkin' on the radio from the 'Cheaters Jamboree'
It must be their lastest fool
'Cause it's a two-horse race and he changed his bets
Like it was just another brand of cigarettes

Some people judge and they just guess the rest
They can't understand that don't mean that you're blessed
They ought to catch the Express Next Stop No Where
That way you can forget

Jump up, hold on tight
Can't trust the promise or a guarantee
'Cause the man 'round the curve says
That he's never heard of you or me

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Dazzle - Lyrics - Siouxsie And The Banshees

Title: Dazzle
Artist: Siouxsie And The Banshees
Composer(s): Robert Smith, Steve Bailey, Sue Ballion, Peter Clarke

Lyric:
The stars that shine and the stars that shrink
In the face of stagnation the water runs
Before your eyes

Swallowing diamonds
A cutting throat
Your teeth when you grin
Reflecting beams on tombstones

A jamboree of surprises
Playing Russian roulette
Or the lucky dip
A clenched fist to your heart
Coal dust on your lungs

A silver tongue for the chosen one
Heavy magnum in your side
Or a bloody thorn

Skating bullets on angel dust
In a dead sea of fluid mercury
Baby piano cries
Under your heavy index and thumb
Pull some strings let them sing

The stars that shine and the stars that shrink
In the face of stagnation the water runs
Before your eyes

Dazzle it's a glittering prize
Dazzle it's a glittering prize
Before your eye
It's a glittering prize

The stars that shine and the stars that shrink
In the face of stagnation the water runs
Before your eyes

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