Street Hassle

A) waltzing matilda

Waltzing matilda whipped out her wallet
The sexy boy smiled in dismay
She took out four twenties 'cause she liked round figures
Everybody's a queen for a day
Oh, babe, i'm on fire and you know how i admire your -
- body why don't we slip away
Although i'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin'
Sha-la-la-la, this way

Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Hey, baby, come on, let's slip away

Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a hunk of muscle
Call out the national guard
She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means
From off of the formica topped bar
And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly
And boldly out of this world
And despite people's derision
Proved to be more than diversion
Sha-la-la-la, later on

And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly
And showed her where he was coming from
And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently
It was like she'd never ever come
And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
When the sun rose and he made to leave
You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la
Neither one regretted a thing


B) street hassle

Hey, that cunt's not breathing
I think she's had too much
Of something or other, hey, man, you know what i mean
I don't mean to scare you
But you're the one who came here
And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave
I'm not being smart
Or trying to be cold on my part
And i'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know people get all emotional
And sometimes, man, they just don't act rational
They think they're just on tv

Sha-la-la-la, man
Why don't you just slip her away

You know, i'm glad that we met man
It really was nice talking
And i really wish that there was a little more time to speak
But you know it could be a hassle
Trying to explain myself to a police officer
About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed
And it's not like we could help
But there was nothing no one could do
And if there was, man, you know i would have been the first
But when someone turns that blue
Well, it's a universal truth
And then you just know that bitch will never fuck again
By the way, that's really some bad shit
That you came to our place with
But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
It's either the best or it's the worst
And since i don't have to choose
I guess i won't and i know this ain't no way to treat a guest
But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet
And just lay her out on the darkened street
And by morning, she's just another hit and run
You know, some people got no choice
And they can't never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck


C) slipaway

Believe me, that it's just a lie
That's what she tells her friends
'cause the real song, the real song
Which she won't even admit to herself
Beat narrow heart, the song lots of people know
It's a painful song
It'll only say the truth
It lasts for sad songs
Penny for a wish
A wish won't make you a soldier
A pretty kiss or a pretty face
Can't have it's way
The tramps like us who were born to play

Love is gone away
And there's no one here now
And there's nothing left to say
But, oh, how i miss him, baby
Oh, baby, come on and slip away
Come on, baby, why don't you slip away

Love is gone away
Took the rings off my fingers
And there's nothing left to say
But, oh how, oh how i need him, baby
Come on, baby, i need you baby
Oh, please don't slip away
I need your loving so bad, babe
Please don't slip away

All the people had their share of the glory
Looking out after you
It's just a story about winners and glory
And you know that it's true

Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star
Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star

Some men may glory from a different condition
Of another car
And later persuasion would permit the arranging
Of a ...
And to cause more confusion, and to make this illusion
Would have gone too far
And it's my ambition, of a jacket ignition
In a cadillac metal car

Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star
Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star
Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star
Ah ha, oh yeah, you're just a shooting star

You're just a shooting star

I wanna be black, have natural rhythm
Shoot twenty foot of jism too
And fuck up the jews

I wanna be black, i wanna be a panther
Have a girlfriend named samantha
And have a stable of foxy whores
Oh, oh, i wanna be black

I don't wanna be a fucked up
Middle class college student anymore
I just wanna have a stable of
Foxy little whores
Yeah, yeah, i wanna be black
Oh, oh, i wanna be black
Yeah, yeah, i wanna be black

I wanna be black, wanna be like martin luther king
And get myself shot in the spring
And lead a whole generation, too
And fuck up the jews

I wanna be black, i wanna be like malcolm x
And cast a hex
Over president kennedy's tomb
And have a big prick, too

Oh, i don't wanna be a fucked up
Middle class college student no more
Yeah, i just wanna have a
Stable of foxy little whores

Yeah, yeah, i wanna be black
I wanna be black
I wanna be black
I wanna be black
I wanna be black
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i wanna be black
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i wanna be black
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i wanna be black
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah, yeah, i wanna be black, oh, oh)
(yeah, yeah, i wanna be black, oh, oh)
(yeah, yeah, i wanna be black, oh, oh)
(yeah, yeah, i wanna be black, oh, oh)

Hey, if that ain't the rock'n'roll animal himself, what you doing bro.
(standing on the corner)
Well, i can see that, what you got in your hand
(suitcase in my hand)
No, shit, what's this
(jack is in his corset, jane is in her vest)
Fucking faggot johnson
(jack, sweet jane, i'm in a rock'n'roll band)
Well, i can see that

Some people say that you can't - (no no no)
No matter how good you are
And some people say, they can't move - (no no no)
No matter where they are

Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
No matter how ugly you are
You know to me it all looks the same

Rain from the morning in the blue clouds
Now just shining up with dew
Riding through the city in their big cars
And me, i ain't got nothing to do

Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
Don't you know things always look ugly
To me they always look the same

Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some good times
Oh, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie some pain
Don't you know that most things look ugly
To me they always look the same

Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
To me they always look the same
Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
To me they always look the same
Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
To me they always look the same
Oh, don't you know, hey, don't you know
To me they always look the same