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Lord

See that cat
Yeah i do mean you
See that cat
Yeah i do mean you

She got a tv eye on me
She got a tv eye
She got a tv eye on me, oh

See that cat
Down on her back
See that cat
Down on her back

She got a tv eye on me
She got a tv eye
She got a tv eye on me, oh

See that cat
Yeah i love her so
See that cat
Yeah i love her so

She got a tv eye on me
She got a tv eye
She got a tv eye on me, oh

Right on, right on, right on

See that cat
Yeah i love her so
See that cat
Yeah i love her so

She got a tv eye on me
She got a tv eye
She got a tv eye on me, oh

Now look out

I took a record of pretty music
I went down and baby you can tell
I took a record of pretty music
Now i'm putting it to you straight from hell

I'll stick it deep inside
I'll stick it deep inside
Cause i'm loose

I feel fine to be dancin', baby
I feel fine, i'm a shakin' leaf
I feel fine to be dancin', baby
Cause it's love, yeah i do believe

I'll stick it deep inside
I'll stick it deep inside
Cause i'm loose

And i'll stick it deep inside
And i'll stick it hey
Well i'm loose, well i'm loose
Well i'm loose

(pop/williamson)

(burp)
Dance to the beet of the living dead
Lose sleep baby and stay away from bed
Raw power is sure to come a runnin to you
If you're alone and you got the shakes
So am i baby and i got what it takes
Raw power wlll surely come a running to you
Raw power got a healin hand
Raw power can destroy a man
Raw power is more than soul
Has got a son called rock and roll
Raw power nohey just won't quit
Raw power i can feeeeeel it
Raw power baby can't be beat
Qpin eyes and flashin feet
Everybody's always tryin to tell me what to do
Don't you try
Don 't you try to tell me what to do
Look in the eye of the savage girl
Fall deep in love in the underworld
Raw power is sure to come a runnin to you
If you're alone and you got the fear
So am i baby let's move on out of here
Raw power is sure to come a runnin to you
Raw power got a magic touch
Raw power is much too much
Happiness is guaranteed
It was made for you and me
Raw power honey just won't quit
Raw power i can feel it
Raw power honey can't be beat
Get down and kiss my feet
Raw power's got no place to go
Raw power honey
It don'twantto know
Raw power is a guaranteed o.d.
Raw power is laughin at you and me
And this is what i wanta know
Can you feeeeeel it
Can you feeeeeeeeel it
Can you feeeeeel it
Can you feeeeeeeeeeeel it
Raw power! raw powwwwwwer!
Raw power! raw powwwwwwwwer!
Can you feeeeeeeeeeeel it

Pop/du prey


I got nothin to eat in this old house
I gotta go out and catch a mouse
I can't be wrong so i gotta be right
It's eat or be eaten
Something's hungry like a hunter
And it's probing like a fingerrr
As the drumbeat keeps things hurrying
That's the part that's so appealing
It's the beat that dominates
Each breath you draw
Each step you take
Strike or be stncken
Eat or be eaten yum yum yum yum
Eat or be eaten
Your skills are highly specialized
But still that giri can magnetize
You sense the hunger in her eyes
It's beat or be beaten
There's no softness in her eyes
A weird dull glint is in her eyes
With a stubborn will to tantalize
Like some cheap devil in disguise
And it's troubling me
Hell it's nervy that's what it is
Eat or be eaten
Beat or be beaten
Strike or be stricken
The night is dark the night is pulp
Tilt back your head and take a gul
Of air that's screamed a thousand times
The main thing is to victimize
It's just the night for a conquenng tribe
Oh, it's just the night for a conquering tribe
Eat or be eaten
Beat or be beaten
Faster than the arrow flies
Or the man who smiles while he lies
It's just the night for a conquering tribe
And the girls are calling in a yellow dress
That girl is calling in a yellow dress
She says eat eat eat here boys
Eat eat eat here boys
And then a bop a doo ba doop ba abop
A dooba ba bop bohma bop a doo bop bohm
A doopee dee a dop adoop
A bum bayo bayum bohmbayumbohm ooooohh..

Pop/kral

Oh lord i got eggs on my plate
I got em damn right
I got four walls i live here
Hey i live here
Now this big jew-man uptown
He told me one day
He said, heh boy
You look at that house on the hill
That cost a hundred thousand dollars
You could be up there
You know what?
I'll put you on the hit parade
Everybody will know your name
Iggyyyyy
But man heh solomon
Who does my name belong to then?
What have i got? four walls
What have i got? four walls
I thank you lord
I thank you lord above this orange carpet
And the ceiling above it
Who left murph the surf on my ceiling?
Iggyyyyyyyyyyyy
Now here we go boys
Hahahahahah a ah hahahaha!
Four walls four walls
Here i go
I'm looking for love again
I'm looking for love
I'm runnin from friend to friend
I'm looking for love in the wine
I'm looking for love
In anybody i can find
Thank you god
For these four walls i love
But are they secure?
Heh god! are you above?
Then tell me who let that fucking door half open?
Oh lord i got something
I'll tell you what i got, boys, i got this
Four walls, three walls,
Two walls, four walls
But they can't talk four walls
But they can't talk four walls
But they can't talk four walls
But if they could talk what would they say?
They'd say heh nash the slash
Why did you leave your sticker on my
Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite
In james dean's head bed?

Pop/williamson

Don't look oown
They're making sorta crazy sounds
Don't look down no
Don't know who else came to kneel
On this empty battlefield
But when i hear that crazy s0und i don't look down
From central park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From new york to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down. no

I went this morning to the cemetary
To see old rudy valentino buried
Lipstick traces on his name
He never looked down
'cause they were making crazy sounds
From central park to shanty town
He always heard that crazy sound
There's always something else
Don't look down. no

When i see you standing there
I can't see the clothes you wear
I just hear that crazy sound
And i can't look down
I've always heard that crazy sound
From new york to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down. no
Don't look down
Ddn't look. don't look down

No i won't be bored i won't be there
Look at life it s no piece of cake

When i hear that crazy sound
I don't look down
From central park to sl-lantr town
I lways hear rhat crazr soljnd
Fiolq new rork to shanty town
There's always something else
Don't look down. no
Don't look down
Ddn't look. don't look down

Pop

I was riding on a concrete slab,
Down a river of useless flab
It was such a beautiful day
I heard a witchdoctor say,
"i'll turn you into a toadstool"
I'm looking for the joke with a microscope
My muscle's twitching on your words
If you're on the streets you lose your nerves
Divinity throws you a curve
Sticks you and then you go beserk
Abhoaring no inspiration.
I'm looking for the joke with a microscope
Page out of a comic book
A chicken hanging on a hook
A river and a babbling brook
A sermon and a teenage hook
Shaking my hand at your fake face
A suicide a certain look
A microphone a loose guitar
People feeling near and far
Stupidity a mental scar
Put cruel into cruelty
As life goes by you in a blurr
An achoholic has gone far
Everything just goes to far
I was pissing on the desert sands,
When the desert whispered to me,
"damn! isn't this a shame?
Things will never be the same..."
I run this gas and oasis
Now i'm looking for the joke with a microscope
I was a teenage dinosaur, stoned and obsolete
I didn't get fucked and i didn't get kissed
I got so fucking dense
Using my head for an ashtray
Now i'll tell you who i am
I'm the repo-man
And i'm looking for the joke
Looking for the joke
I'm looking for the joke with a microscope

Pop/du prey


Big dick is a thumbs-up guy
He shot a missile in the sky
It functioned just as advertised
Until the fire made him cry
Look into it later
When the dust is clearing off the crater
Run like a villain let the good times roll
Run like a villain to the sugar bowl
Run like a villain cause you can't adjust
To a saccharine suburb in the mush
I've got some loving arms around me
Darker than the tombs of egypt,
Dumber than the crudest fiction,
Buried in a melting coffin
Nights like this appeal to me!
Tracy got an afghan, pedigreed,
Prescription shades and designer jeans
A sony walkman on her head
All she wants is to be fed
Run, run, run, cause you're soft
Run, run, but don't get lost
The shining moon the dead oak tree
Nights like this appeal to me
I've got some loving arms around me
The shining moon the dead oak tree
Nights like this appeal to me
I've got some loving arms around me
Trying to steal a moment of pleasantry
In this zzzzzombieee birdhouse
Run, run, run run like a villain
Let the good times roll
Run like a villain to save your soul
It can't be done i already know
So i'll run like a villain to the sugar bowl
Cause who you are nobody knows
Who you are nobody knows
You rings on your fingers
And bells on your toes

The stooges

I got my cock in my pocket
And i'm reelin
Down the old highway
I got my cock in my pocket
And i'm reelin
Down the old hlghway
I'm gonna whip it on you honey
Taste your blood today
I got my cock in my pocket
And it's shovin up
Through my pants
I got my cock in my pocket
And it's shovin up
Through my pants
I just wanna fuck
This aint no romance
I got my cock in my pocket

Bowie/pop

I've seen the city
I took the next flight for borneo
They say it's pretty
I like the tee shirts in borneo
Some wear bob marley
Others in playboy or duvalier
Make the last plane come
Let me rise through the cloudy above with a book on borneo
Strangers come and go
It's such a waste of time
Problems far behind
Another day
But even in springtime
It's a rich slice of life
So send me a letter
I'll reply with a postcard
That dusky mulatto
In nylons and tattoos
Hot juice in coke bottles
We dance in the sand
Well, they twirl and they tumble
Yes, they twirl and they tumble
Well, i'll twirl and i'll tumble
I've been to leon's
He's got nine daughters
And a stereo
They say that leon
Watches from the tree tops in borneo
When the road is mud
Everything stops with a thud
That's the way it goes down yonder in borneo
Far beneath his mansion
There's an open drain
Sending all the sewage down the hill
But when the general shows movies
No one hesitates
To sneak from the jungle
They laugh and they mumble
Enjoying the show
And that dusky mulatto
Hot juice in coke bottles
In blue jeans and tattoos
Well, they twirl and they tumble
Yes, they twirl and they tumble
Well, i'll twirl and i'll tumble
I like the free world
They say it's pretty
This time of year
They tumble and twirl
They tumble and twirl
I'll tumble and twirl etc.