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Song Samples and Lyrics (Page Two)
This Music Contains Material for Adults Over 18 Only
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You can be a saint
and get run over by a car.
You can meet with misfortune
no matter who you are.
You can go to church on Sunday
and on Monday morning die.
I don't have an answer, so don't ask me why
Shit happens!... Shit happens!
You can accumulate good Karma
and watch out what you do.
You can read the Holy Bible
until you're black and blue.
You can love your fellow man
and watch out how you act.
I can't tell you why, it's a natural fact,
Shit happens!
It happens all the time.
Shit happens!
Without a reason or a rhyme.
Shit happens!
It happens every day.
Shit happens!
In mysterious ways.
You can give to Jerry's kids
and then get hit by a truck.
You can win a million dollars
and then lose every buck.
You can be the best person
that you know how to be.
I can't tell you why... but eventually
Shit happens!... Shit happens!
You can be a good Daddy
and lose your only kid.
You can sit around wondering,
"Was it something that I did?"
You can be the best husband
and still lose your wife.
I don't have an answer, it's just part of life.
Shit happens!
It happens all the time.
Shit happens!
Without a reason or a rhyme.
Shit happens!
It happens every day.
Shit happens!
In mysterious ways.
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Low Rider
You got high heels, look so mean.
Backslider
Man, those tail-lights cause a scene.
Low Rider
Candy apple, lean machine.
Outsider
An Espanola teenage queen.
Takes me for a ride
Someone call a cop
'Cause when she cranks her engine
You know she'll never stop.
Low Rider
Looks so sexy, moves so slow.
Backslider
All dressed up, nowhere to go.
Low Rider
You talk to me in Espanol.
Outsider
A little girl from Chimayo.
Tastes just like qreen chile
From a candy shop
And when you cruise the Plaza
My heart just wants to stop.
Low Rider
You got high heels, look so mean.
Backslider
Man, those tail-lights cause a scene.
Low Rider
Candy apple, lean machine.
Outsider
An Espanola teenage queen.
Down 285
Sittin' by her side
Lovin' in the moonlight
Ride, Baby, ride!
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Gimme 'bout fourteen days
and I'll be miles away;
my weary whiskey mind won't rest
until I'm gone (yeah).
Well, I knew you were full of tricks
when you gave me that last fix.
Should have realized it
all along.
It started in '51
when Mother and the Devil had a son,
now I burn babies just for fun'.
Me and Sonny and Terry the Tramp
Shot Dezoxin and over-amped.
I pray to God my Mother would have upped and run!
My old man lives down below
China, white and H2-O
He ties me off and shoots me up the
family tree.
I knew he was full of tricks
when he gave me that last fix:
a glass-pac full of misery...
Let me be!
I got his monkey on my back.
Just a junkie full of smack.
Outlaw biker...that's a fact.'
Just like Daddy said to do,
"Turn in your life...it's overdue."
I carry all my brains in a
gunnysack
Once upon a long, long time
back when I was in my prime
I started playin' this deadly game of
Mumblypeg.
I knew that I was in a fix
when I accepted those first tricks.
Should have never played that
Mumblypeg!
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There ain't no doubt about it, Baby.
There ain't no doubt that I'm in love with you.
There ain't no doubt, there ain't no maybe.
And maybe someday you will love me, too.
Just one look... was all that it took
While I was perusing my Playboy book.
I turned a page and Baby, there you were
With them long lovely legs and that silky blond fur.
And then I knew... I had to have you
For my fantasy and the ecstasy.
Everyday... I while the time away
Imagining your touch and what you'd say.
I fold you out - and lay you on my bed,
I hear you moaning, Baby, in my head.
I'd walk a mile for your vertical smile!
Ain't no doubt about it, you're my Playmate, gotta shout it.
Forty years without parole,
Don't you think I'd lose control without you?
Gotta hold out, girl.
Sittin' in my prison cell,
Life would be a total Hell without you,
My fold-out girl.
There ain't no doubt about it, Baby.
There ain't no doubt that I'm in love with you.
There ain't no doubt, there ain't no maybe.
And maybe someday you will love me, too.
5 ft. 2... my baby's eyes are blue.
"Miss April" is the name on my new tattoo!
She got a staple stickin' through her breast.
That ole Hugh Hefner really picks the best!
Same wet dream... same ole vaseline.
Got the strongest right hand in the whole damn land!
Forty years without parole,
Don't you think I'd lose control without you?
Gotta hold out, girl.
Sittin' in my prison cell,
Life would be a total Hell without you,
My fold-out girl.
There ain't no doubt about it, Baby.
There ain'tt no doubt that I'm in love with you.
There ain't no doubt, there ain't no maybe.
And maybe someday you will love me, too.
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(VOODOO!) Got a Wanga, hoodoo, hocus-pocus spell.
Chicken feet and monkey meat - an evil eye from Hell.
On Weird Sisters' Sabbath day
The witch doctor, he always say,
(VOODOO!) "I'm going to eat you!"
Got a zombie-warlock, witchy Voodoo doll.
Snake lips and finger tips - are gonna make you crawl
Back to the swamp tonight
Where demon-devils find delight
In sticking pins in you!
You must believe that it's true,
And when you do,
It's waiting for you....my (VOODOO!)
The magic's all in your mind,
One of a kind,
When will you find...my (VOODOO!)
"I want your love!"
Drizzle, drazzle, drozzle, drome.
Time for this girl to come home!
"Why don't you give it up?"
"Can't do it'."
SOCK MY VOODOO.
Think I'm loosin' all control.
SOCK MY VOODOO.
Put some soul down in my hole!
Everything that you do
To make that funky voodoo.
"I feel Satanic - won't you worship me?
"Give me your naked soul!"
(VOODOO!)
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I got my honey... got some money
But my Harley got towed away.
Got some urges to go to Sturgis
But my Harley got towed away.
Drink some Budweiser
Then surprise her (and)
Stick around for a day.
Hit a night-club (and)
Do a hot-tub (and)
Smoke our cares away.
If my Harley weren't so narly
I'd be cruisin' down the road.
Now I'm drinkin' and I'm thinkin'
'bout cruisin' down the road.
Harley & Bud!
Anything else is just fuckin' crud.
Harley & Bud!
Anything else is just fuckin' crud!
Drink some Budweiser
Then surprise her (and)
Stick around for a day.
Hit a night-club (and)
Do a hot-tub (and)
Smoke our cares away.
If my Harley weren't so narly
I'd be cruisin' down the road.
Now I'm drinkin' and I'm thinkin'
'bout cruisin' down the road.
Harley & Bud!
Anything else is just fuckin' crud.
Harley & Bud!
Anything else is just fuckin' crud!
Harley & Bud!
(Gimme a God damn Bud!!)
Harley & Bud!
(I want my scooter!!)
Harley & Bud!
(This Bud's for you, fuckers!!)
Harley & Bud!
(Let me see your hooters!!)
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[Written by Chip Taylor -
Mutilated by Capt. Rumbelly]
Wild Thing!
You make my dick swing.
You make everything...nasty.
My little Wild Thing.
Wild Thing?
I heard you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose!
I wanna know for sure.
Come on, baby, gimme a job that blows.
I love you.
Wild Thing!
You make my dick swing.
You make everything...nasty.
My little Wild Thing.
Wild Thing?
I heard you could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!
I wanna know for sure.
Come on and scratch me where I itch.
Don't make me call you bitch.
Use your dick-suckin' lips.
And swallow when she rips.
Let me hear you say yeah (yeah)
I can't hear you (yeah)
Let me hear you say Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Let me hear you say fellatio (fellatio)
Oh, sister!
Get down on your knees and worship at the alter of the captain.
I'll pay you!
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