The Gravy Train - Lyrics - Ian Brown

Title: The Gravy Train
Artist: Ian Brown
Composer(s): Ian Brown, Dan Bierton, Greg Hatwell, Dave Mccracken

Lyric:
Way a little baby wraps the hand around your finger
Sunshine on your face in the first dawn light
Way she waits to let the moment linger
Way the future's always gonna bring surprise

It ain't cocaine running through your veins
Beluga caviar on the Gravy Train
It ain't cocaine as you sip champagne
As you toast high times on the Gravy Train

So many vampires in the night
All of the riches in this time
I know you're mine

Waiting for the lightning so exciting after the thunder
The twinkle in your eyes, the starlight shines
The diamond in your mind is cut from wonder
I know how you're feeling and you're feeling fine

It ain't cocaine running through your veins
Beluga caviar on the Gravy Train
It ain't cocaine as you sip champagne
As you toast high times on the Gravy Train

So many vampires in the night
All of the riches in this time
I know you're mine
I know you're mine

And we got all the time in the world
Yeah, we got all the time in the world

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Round Here - Lyrics - Patience - George Michael

Title: Round Here
Album: Patience
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): George Michael

Lyric:
My daddy got here on the gravy train
I guess my mama had a real bad start to the game
They went walkin' and she took his name, round here

There was dancin' in the afternoons, those days
Waitin' tables, chasin' girls with the money he made
It was 1957 and love felt the same, love felt the same
Frightened little girl, she makes a break
Into the arms of something better, round here

I hear my mama call in Kingsbury Park
Just me and David and a football that glowed in the dark
Waitin' patiently to make my mark, round here

And I remember my, my first day at school
And I remember trouble and thinkin' I was so cool
I remember it all, like yesterday, don't you
Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "You can do better", round here

So come with me, let me show you where I've lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, to the beat

Even though I think I've seen everythin'
There is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth
All that I wanted, was to be someone

Two little Hitlers in an old church hall
Some cheesy covers and those neighbours
That banged on the walls
Andy says it's time to show them all, round here

Please sir, we two have other plans
Please sir you would not understand
What's going on, is magical, can't you see
That some of us do more than dream

Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside
Says, "Keep on keepin', on and on", around here

So come with me, let me show you where I've lived
I wanna put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, ABC

Even though I think I've seen everythin'
There is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth, my birth

In this town, yes, I guess I got to be someone
To be somebody, in the beautiful city
This place I call home
(This place I call my home)

These streets of London
(This place I call my home)
It's everythin' I know
(Everythin' and everybody)

On the streets of London
(I wanna thank you, thank you)
This place I call my home
(I wanna thank you, thank you)

Daddy got here on the gravy train
Daddy got here on the gravy train
Daddy got here on the gravy train

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Have A Cigar - Lyrics - Foo Fighters

Title: Have A Cigar
Artist: Foo Fighters
Composer(s): Roger Waters

Lyric:
Come on over here boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far
You're gonna fly high, you're never gonna die
You're gonna make it if you try they're gonna love you

Well I've always had a deep respect and I mean that most sincerely
But the band is just fantastic that is really what I think
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it 'Riding the Gravy Train'

We're just knocked out we heard about the sell out
You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people
We're so happy we can hardly count

Everybody else is just green have you seen the chart?
It's a helluva start it could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it 'Riding the Gravy Train', yeah

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it 'Riding the Gravy Train'

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One Way - Lyrics - Use Your Fingers - Bloodhound Gang

Title: One Way
Album: Use Your Fingers
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Quincy Jones, Michael Bowe, James M Franks, Richard Finch, Harry Casey

Lyric:
Jimmy Pop's not a pooper, not a pauper but a popper
And I got more pop than Orville Redenbacher
And I got more gravy than the whole Gravy Train
When I'm kooky, going loopy like a man insane
I won't be around when the world ends
So the only thing that I'll recycle is your girlfriend
Aww yeah, back to the side I jump up, I swing
When I'm using knock 'em sock 'em ya know I'm playing it to win

The Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria
See you later salamander 'cause I wouldn't want to be ya
I'm a chip, I'm a pringle 'cause you know I got the flavor
Pop me up in your mouth like I was a Life Saver
Ain't got no soul but I got more than Don Henley
I'm whiter than Casper but I'm not that friendly
Marco Polo you tried to fly solo
Make your thoughts vocal, I'll put ya in a choke hold

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha

I'm a gangster, no, I'm a gangster bitch
Your momma gave me head, your girlie gave me the itch
So scratch it till the bass beats fast, listen to the shotgun blast
In the oven you'll get burned or in the tank that you'll get gassed
Fake-o like Bacos, never mistake though
Showing up, painted up, fresh from Macco
Now I'm comin' in in stereo, rounder than a Cheerio
Quick to fill your fix and I'm dizzier than a merry-go

Rock this obnoxious, I'm truly not nice
'Cause I'm blood sucking evil like Muppets on ice
Arriba, arriba I'm the under achiever
Gonna leave it to beaver, I'm the daydream believer
I'm like Mothra man with my big wingspan
And your the mother fucking jap that killed my offspring Chan
I'm a menace to society, I'm gonna fill the prophecy
First I'll drink your Genesee and then I'll take your liberty

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha

Di Di Mao, you burn village down
You bring family over we all Wang Chung
I'm a tarantula in your Chiquita
And when you're peeling back the skin I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna bite ya, I'm gonna bite ya
I'm Jimmy Pop, I'll tell you straight up I don't like ya
'Cause I'm cold kicking lyrics till the day I die
Many fail to copy but at least they still try
Busting up vocabulary is what I do most
I'm gonna spread your legs like butter and gobble ya up like toast

You went for the cherry, you went bobbing for the apple
But the apple it be rotten and you had to eat the scrappple
Scrapple? Pig meat from a pig pen, hog leftovers, your girlfriend
So I flex to the effects and I don't care what nobody thinks
I'm eatin' up your sherbert and dropping all your Tiddiley Winks
Whoops goes my arm, I think it's outta socket
Come over here little girlie I got some candy in my pocket

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha

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Windy Town - Lyrics - Rod Stewart

Title: Windy Town
Artist: Rod Stewart
Composer(s): Chris Rea

Lyric:
Driving home from the highland line
We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne
They flew us in from a Hamburg strip
The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips

And on the bus there is a friend of mine
We go way back to the scene of the crime
Sit up front and share a cigarette
And try to remember what we tried to forget

He said, "Do you remember?"
He said, "Do you recall?"
I said, "Yeah I remember
Oh I remember it all"

Every time the cold wind blows
Every time I hear the sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town

We come so far and we move so fast
Making hay see it all go past
Round the world and round again
Up and down on that gravy train

Every time the cold wind blows
Every time I hear the sound
East coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember windy town

I've seen it all before

The freezing corners and the empty streets
The burning passion and the cold wet feet
Three tricky miles home every night
Dodging from the shadows underneath the amber lights

No car for kissing and nowhere to go
Except inside each other and I loved you so
I held your face as you shivered in the rain
Girl, I'll always love you and I'll love you again
Oh everytime, yeah everytime

Every time the cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town

Every time the cold wind blows
Every time I hear the sound
East coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember, I remember windy town

There it goes, there it goes windy town

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The Gold Rush Is Over - Lyrics - Hank Snow

Title: The Gold Rush Is Over
Artist: Hank Snow
Composer(s): Cindy Walker

Lyric:
Oh, the gold rush is over so honey bye bye
Stake out your claim now on some other guy
I've wined you and dined you till my money is gone
But the gold rush is over and the bum's rush is on

Now when I had the money honey things were just fine
You spent my money like I was a mine
But now you mistreat me 'cause my money is gone
So gold diggin' mama you can start moving on

You shoveled out the sweet talk when the pay dirt was big
Now all you shovel out is just a dirty dig
Well stop digging honey 'cause you're wasting your time
This old gravy train is at the end of the line

Oh, the gold rush is over so honey bye bye
Stake out your claim now on some other guy
I've wined you and dined you till my money is gone
But the gold rush is over and the bum's rush is on

You've been out prospecting all around on the side
But this old mule now has had his last ride
So start walking woman 'cause your grubstake is gone
The gold rush is over and the bum's rush is on

Oh, the gold rush is over so honey bye bye
Stake out your claim now on some other guy
I've wined you and dined you till my money is gone
But the gold rush is over and the bum's rush is on

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Windy Town - Lyrics - Chris Rea

Title: Windy Town
Artist: Chris Rea
Composer(s): Chris Rea

Lyric:
Driving down from the highland line
We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne
They flew us in from a Hamburg strip
The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips

And on the bus, there is a friend of mine
We go way back to the scene of the crime
We sit up front and share a cigarette
And try to remember what we tried to forget

He said, "Do you remember?"
He said, "Do you recall?"
I said, "Yeah I remember
Oh, I remember it all"

Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town

We come so far and we move so fast
Making hay, see it all go past
Round the world and round again
Up and down on that gravy train

Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
East coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember windy town

The freezing corners and the empty streets
The burning passion and the cold wet feet
Three tricky miles home every night
Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber lights

No car for kissing and nowhere to go
Except inside each other and I loved you so
I held your face as you shivered in the rain
Girl, I'll always love you and I'll love you again

Oh, every time, every time
Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town

Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
East coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember, I remember windy town

There it goes
Oh, windy town
Oh, windy town
Windy town

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Two Fools A Minute - Lyrics - Skyscraper - David Lee Roth

Title: Two Fools A Minute
Album: Skyscraper
Artist: David Lee Roth
Composer(s): David Lee Roth, Steve Vai

Lyric:
Seems like everything I like
Will make me sick or poor or fat
(Says who?)
Oh you beautiful doll save one for me
And try not to laugh
(Who's got the time?)

Who'll hold the horses
Now you see it, now you don't, right
Now I've seen everything
At least everything I want

Tasty, very sweet
Honey for the life of me
Tell me baby please
Who's that unexpected company?

So it's up the road turn right next Thursday
Think that's where I'm gone
I ain't drownin', just waving
Ain't even worth a song

We was makin' something of it
And X did mark the spot
But Y's a crooked letter
I forgot

But not me chief, I'm just radar
I don't talk in front of the kids
I know the difference
See, the meek shall inherit shit

I'd wait for her parade
While she's out doin' Yankee Doodle
Thought I had it made
But the gravy train was late as usual

And it's up the road turn right next Thursday
Think that's where I'm gone
I ain't drownin', just wavin'
Ain't even worth a song

See you in the funny papers
Guess that's where I'll be
They say two fools born a minute
Guess that makes me three

Up, up, up, up, up
Up the road turn right next Thursday
Think that's where I'm gone
I ain't drownin', just wavin'
Ain't even worth a little song

See ya in the funny papers
Guess that's where I'll be
(That's where I'll be)
They say two fools born a minute
I'm all three

Two fools born a minute
Three fools born a minute
Four fools born a minute
Five fools born a minute
Six fools born a minute

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All Over You - Lyrics - Level 42

Title: All Over You
Artist: Level 42
Composer(s): Mark King, Mike Lindup, Philip Gould

Lyric:
The sap is rising
And there's no disguising what I feel for you
So mesmerizing
Got me fantasizing, nothing I won't do

Parascending, oh, oh
But it's all depending on the sky so blue
My wings keep stalling
From the sky I'm falling and it's over
All over you, all over you

Let me build a nation
That bears no relation to the one's we knew
Take inspiration, hey, hey
From my own salvation and it's over all over you

Get on board the gravy train
Off the rails if you don't keep me sane
Justify the things I do
Just believe that it's all over you
All over you, all over you, well

The sap is rising
And there's no disguising what I feel for you
So mesmerizing
Got me fantasizing and it's over all over you

Through the heat-haze and the blue
I will shimmer and distort
And become what you always knew
But were never taught in this sad time

Take on board the things I say
Just be sure that you'll be mine someday
Justify the things I do
Just believe that it's all over you, all over you
All over you, all over you, all over you

The sap is rising, so mesmerizing
I'm fantasizing and there's no disguising
That it's over all over you
All over you, all over you, all over you

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Jane Fonda - Lyrics - Mickey Avalon - Mickey Avalon

Title: Jane Fonda
Album: Mickey Avalon
Artist: Mickey Avalon
Composer(s): Yeshe Perl, Cisco Adler

Lyric:
I had a baby named Jane
She could shake that thing
Said her Daddy used to hang
With Johnny Coltrane

She sang a soul train
With her friend named Jen
Her booty was bigger
Than a Mercedes Benz

Jen was a herdy gerdy dirty little girly
I heard it from a birdy
She could cook a mean turkey
With gravy baby, baby, baby

Baby was Jen's best friend and maybe
If you were lucky
Licky licky, sucky sucky
Mickey, Mickey, fuck me fuck me

More junk in the trunk than a Honda
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

I had a princess, queen of incest
She was in Reba Jean, her big breasts
And big eyes and a big ass to match
Jean wasn't fat, she was easy to catch

Then came Molly your hood from Hollywood High
So fly she was trans-Atlantic
She was a manic depressive, manic depressive
Which was impressive

Very impressive, I had to test it
Tasted like chicken and was lemon scented
She took me home to her momma
I taught them both how to Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

I had a girl named Dana from Anta Anna
She was a waitress at the Copa-cabana
She was slammin' and her ass was jammin'
Like Janet Jackson in the Rhythm Nation

Her brother Jason had a girl named Grace
You could see her ass from outer space
So I landed on the planet
And planted a Mickey Av flag dammit

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

Five, six, seven now
If you don't know, let me show you how
To work it out, work it little momma
I know you wanna do the Jane Fonda

One, two, three, four
Get your booty on the dance floor
Work it out, shake it little momma
Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

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What Is It - Lyrics - Cyclone - Baby Bash

Title: What Is It
Album: Cyclone
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Ronald Bryant, Marty James, Scott La Rock, Lawrence Parker, Jonathan Rotem

Lyric:
Bash, tell me, what it do
Tell me, what it do, Kingston
(What is it)
What, what, what is it
Hey, hey, hey, hey

What is it
Let me see you go mama, go mama
What is it
Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
What is it
Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
What is it, what, what, what is it, what is it

What is it
Let me see you go mama, go mama
What is it
Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
What is it
Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
What is it, what, what, what is it, what is it

I'm a holler back, then I pop my collar back
Girl, I see that da, da, da, dunk, I want all of that, follow that
Train man, follow that caboose
Ain't nathin' in the world like some thick and some juicy

She going downtown 'cause her favorite DJ's spinnin'
I'm all up in the door, so I'm already winnin'
I got a lot of women, but I'm way too choosy
And then I love my cake, like that Ricky love Lucy

On some peanut butter leather, with the wood so grainy
It must be raining dollars 'cause she lookin' so gravy
Sophisticated lady, pop it to the end, what it do, what the busi'
Baby girl, tell me what's happenin', what's happenin'?

What is it
Let me see you go mama, go mama
What is it
Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
What is it
Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
What is it, what, what, what is it, what is it

What is it
Let me see you go mama, go mama
What is it
Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
What is it
Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
What is it, what, what, what is it, what is it

She move like she dancing on YouTube
The kind of chica that you really ain't used to
Dame lo, dame lo, mami, shoot through
In my ear, talkin' 'bout, I'm a do you

Everyone top-notch it, everybody watch it
Ain't no punk, when she pop, lock and drop it
Straight show stop it, watching me perform
Got the Cyclone ring-tone on the phone

I feel it on my body, baby girl, I'm in the zone
Must be the goose mixed with a little 'Tron
She make it happen, Cap'n, feelin' on me
We in the billin' and we feelin' like wee

What is it
Let me see you go mama, go mama
What is it
Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
What is it
Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
What is it, what, what, what is it, what is it

What is it
Let me see you go mama, go mama
What is it
Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
What is it
Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
What is it, what, what, what is it, what is it

What, da, da, dang?
What, da, da, dang? Hey
What, da, da, dang?
What, da, da, dang? Hey
What, da, da, dang?
What, da, da, dang? Hey
Listen to the sound, everybody go
(Go)

What, da, da, dang?
What, da, da, dang? Hey
What, da, da, dang?
What, da, da, dang? Hey
What, da, da, dang?
What, da, da, dang? Hey
Listen to the sound, everybody go
(Go)

What is it
Let me see you go mama, go mama
What is it
Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
What is it
Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
What is it, what, what, what is it, what is it

What is it
Let me see you go mama, go mama
What is it
Get your girls and pull on her show, mama
What is it
Get it on the floor and dip it low, mama
What is it, what, what, what is it, what is it

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Blood From A Stone - Lyrics - Hooters

Title: Blood From A Stone
Artist: Hooters
Composer(s): Eric Bazilian, Rob Hyman

Lyric:
Your buddy Sam's a bit confused
He don't know what to do
Getting tired of hearing your demands
He's got the whole world in his hands

And you can drive the outside lane
Last car on the gravy train
You can scream and you can moan
But you can't get blood from a stone

I'm working hard to pay the rent
And support my government
Built the highways and the railroad tracks
Now we're not giving up 'til they give it all back

You can laugh but it's no joke
Gotta fix the thing that's broke
There's no meat only bone
And you can't get blood from a stone

The future raises so many doubts

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Believe It - Lyrics - M People

Title: Believe It
Artist: M People
Composer(s): Heard Pickering Smal

Lyric:
Spent Sunday morning in the air
Liquid lizards, laissez faire
The holy cow on a gravy train
A little stain, so much pain

Hey, little angels drive on through
The chicken killer smiles at you
All steamed up on a video
It sure looks cool just like hell below

Can you believe it
You gotta read it 'cause it?s all about you
Can you believe
I?m down on my knees, tell me what can I do

I looked at love on Channel 3
I just don't know who to believe
Johnny slapped her in the face
Turn the cheek, turn the page

Boom box plays 'Who Get The Joke'
I can?t help wondering what?s the dope
Goldfish bowl inside my head
Truth and lies hanging by a thread

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Christmas Stays The Same - Lyrics - Linda Eder

Title: Christmas Stays The Same
Artist: Linda Eder
Composer(s): Paul John Weller

Lyric:
Santa Claus and mistletoe, carols by the fire
Send a card and spread a little Christmas cheer
Silent night a fall of snow listen to the choir
Everyone is happy that it's here

For we all remember, some past December
Of tinsel and holly and people we love
Put the angel on the tree then enjoy the view
Wait until the children are asleep and then

Put together all the toys, hide a gift or two
Wishing you were just a kid again

For we all remember, some past December
Of train sets that whistled and dolls we could name
Oh, the years may change
But Christmas stays the same

Turkey and gravy and hams full of honey
Cousins you see once a year
Fathers who scold you then slip you some money
And roofs full of tiny reindeer

Yes, we all remember some past December
Of grandmas and kitchens with kettles aflame
Oh, the years may change
But Christmas stays the same

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Doubled Up - Lyrics - Blow - Heather Nova

Title: Doubled Up
Album: Blow
Artist: Heather Nova
Composer(s): Paul John Weller

Lyric:
Santa Claus and mistletoe, carols by the fire
Send a card and spread a little Christmas cheer
Silent night a fall of snow listen to the choir
Everyone is happy that it's here

For we all remember, some past December
Of tinsel and holly and people we love
Put the angel on the tree then enjoy the view
Wait until the children are asleep and then

Put together all the toys, hide a gift or two
Wishing you were just a kid again

For we all remember, some past December
Of train sets that whistled and dolls we could name
Oh, the years may change
But Christmas stays the same

Turkey and gravy and hams full of honey
Cousins you see once a year
Fathers who scold you then slip you some money
And roofs full of tiny reindeer

Yes, we all remember some past December
Of grandmas and kitchens with kettles aflame
Oh, the years may change
But Christmas stays the same

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If You Ain'T Lovin' (You Ain'T Livin') - Lyrics - Faron Young

Title: If You Ain'T Lovin' (You Ain'T Livin')
Artist: Faron Young
Composer(s): Tommy Collins

Lyric:
If you got a Cadillac, boy, and a forty room shack, boy
A bucket full of money and a tree full of honey
But if you got no huggin', no smoochin' or muggin'
Well, if you ain't lovin', then you ain't livin'

If you're ridin' on the gravy train instead of walkin' down lovers lane
You can't make hay, boy, you're goin' the wrong way, boy
You gotta get a little honey, it's better than money
Well, if you ain't lovin', then you ain't livin'

If they call you a big man 'cause you got a lot of bottom land
If you're kin to the president and if you help run the government
But if you get no attention, you better off on a pension
For if you ain't lovin', then you ain't livin'

If you got a string of long cars and you're smoking them fourbit cigars
You ain't so well to do unless you get a little choochy coo
It takes a little of smackin' or your life is a lackin'
Well, if you ain't lovin', well brother, then you ain't livin'

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If You Ain'T Lovin' (You Ain'T Livin') - Lyrics - George Strait

Title: If You Ain'T Lovin' (You Ain'T Livin')
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Tommy Collins

Lyric:
If you got a Cadillac boy
And a 40 room shack boy
A bucket full of money
And a tree full of honey
But if you're gettin' no huggin'
No smoochin' or a muggin'

If you ain't lovin'
Than you ain't livin'

If you're ridin' on a gravy train
Instead of walkin' down lovers lane
You can't make, hey boy
'Cause you're goin' the wrong way boy
You gotta get a a little honey
It's better than money

If you ain't lovin'
Than you ain't livin'

If they call you a big man
'Cause you got a lot of bottled land
If you're kin to the President
And ya help from the Government
But if you're gettin' no attention
You're better off on the pension

If you ain't lovin'
Than you ain't livin'

If you got a string of long cards
And your smokin' them 4 big cigars
You ain't so well to do
Unless you get a little coochy-coo
It takes a little bit a smackin'
Or your life's lackin'

If you ain't lovin'
Than you ain't livin'

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Another Way - Lyrics - John Lydon

Title: Another Way
Artist: John Lydon
Composer(s): John Lydon

Lyric:
I, I've got to find another way
I, I've got to find another way
Put it down to no one else
Yes, I, I've got to find another way

One upmanship is a game you play
Competition is a game you say
Well, rules and rules and rules are for fools
This gravy train led by mules

Get that old stuff out of my head
A chip on the shoulder, feels like lead
And everyone has their say
But I, but I, I gotta find another way

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