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I want you
To be my te-ni-nee-ni-nu
I want you
To be my te-ni-nee-ni-nu
Tell me the truth
Ain't you my te-ni-nee-ni-nu?
Now, will you love me?
Will you hug me?
Will you squeeze me?
Come on, don't tease me
Tell me the truth
Ain't you my te-ni-nee-ni-nu?
Come on, baby
Work yo' shoulder
Philly dog, boog-a-loo
You got the flow
Yeah, everybody's watchin' you
You lookin' good, baby
Ain't that's the truth?
Now when you through
Come be my te-ni-nee-ni-nu
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Stuff
05:08
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B-A-B-Y
03:01
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Baby, oh, baby
I love to call you baby
Baby, oh, baby
I'd love for you to call me baby
When you squeeze me real tight
You make the wrong things right
And I can't stop loving you
And I won't stop calling you
Baby (Baby), oh, baby
You look so good to me, baby
Baby (Baby), oh, baby
You are so good to me, baby
Just one look in your eyes
And my temperature goes sky high
I'm weak for you and can't help it
You know I really don't want to help it
B-A-B-Y, baby
B-A-B-Y, baby
Whenever the sun don't shine
You throw out the lifeline
Then I get real close to you
And your sweet kisses see me through
I said, baby (Baby), oh, baby
You look so good to me, baby
Baby (Baby), oh, baby
You are so good to me, baby
Just one look in your eyes
And my temperature goes sky high
And I can't stop loving you
And I won't stop calling you
Baby (Baby), oh, baby
She's so sweet, my
B-A-B-Y, baby
I like it, I like it, I like to call you my
B-A-B-Y, baby
I like it, I like it, I like to call you my
B-A-B-Y, baby
She's so sweet, my
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Thank You John
03:16
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Come in, baby
Who did you fool tonight?
Was it my friend John?
He thinks you're out of sight
I know that you've been bawlin'
You're as high as you can be
But I knew baby
You'd come home to Willie Tee
She was just teasin' you
What did he say?
When you told him you were goin' home?
I know he wanted to handle you
I could tell by the bruises on your arm
I told him once he was a shuck-time stud
If he tries this again
He's gonna shed some blood
It's gonna be alright
Now I don't blame you, baby
For trying to swell his head
'Cause after all, baby
He's giving us his bread
Now it's alright for you to stay out all night
But when he spreads that bread
Make sure he spreads it right
It's gonna be alright
I wanna thank you, John
For bein' a good time come
You done proved yourself to me
You're as jive as you can be
Now it's alright for you to keep her out all night long
But when she leaves you alone
Send your paycheck home
It's gonna be alright
Oh, thank you, John
You been a boss time come
You ain't nothin' but a jive
Showtime, monkey town stud
You lollipop
You sucker, John
The olive man
You thought you were raisin' sand, hey
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5. |
Lost My Job
03:09
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Lost my job now I can stay out all night long
Fired me from my job, people
I'm gonna sleep all day long
Lost my job, guess I gotta go steal and rob
Well, I cried and pleaded and I rocked and moaned
Jump and shout, my boss still put me out
Lost my job, oh, oh, oh, my job is gone
Think I'll stay on tomorrow and boogie all day long
I used to work here and there and then I worked around
My reputation is shot all over town
Lost my job, woe is me
Think I'll stay on tomorrow and watch a little TV
Okay boys, let's go get fired now
Three thirty-five a hour, hundred dollars a week
I go get me another job down the street
Lost my job, oh, oh, oh, fired for sure
If I don't get me another job soon, my old lady'll kick me outdoors
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Paradise
02:24
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Bright sunshine and fields of green
Sometimes I think I'll never leave
Baby, this must be paradise
Lookin' up to a clear blue sky
Lookin' in your lovin' eyes
Darlin', this must be paradise
The air I breathe seems rich to me
The wind carries harmony
I can feel the warmth of your heart
When I can hear your tender sigh
This happiness in you and I
Darlin', your love is paradise
The air I breathe seems rich to me
The wind carries harmony
I can feel the warmth of your heart
When I can hear your tender sigh
This happiness in you and I
Darlin', your love is paradise
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7. |
No Sex
03:48
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You know, baby, it's the 1980s
Baby, doc sent it up from Haiti
Can't get it on, or even get high
Come on, baby, fuck me and die
No sex
No sex, not anymore
I remember 1982
Some VD strain, but that's all through
This year it's a retrovirus
Now they'd just as soon gas and fire us
But no sex, not in the hall
No sex, not against the wall
I'm really worried about the future
Junkie blood is gonna pollute ya
Pretty soon we're all gonna get it
It's time to buy some stuff on credit
But no sex, not on the floor
No sex, not anymore
You know, baby, it's the 1980s
Baby, doc sent it up from Haiti
Can't get it on, or even get high
Come on, baby, fuck me and die
But no sex
No sex
No sex, not in the hall
No sex, not against the wall
No sex, not on the floor
No sex, not anymore
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8. |
Underclass
03:34
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Underclass, underclass
Well it's a gas to be a member of the underclass
Every day I just loaf around the street
Hustlin' everybody that I meet
Dress in rags, everybody knows I'm trash
Totally bereft of any cash
Underclass, underclass
Well it's a gas to be a member of the underclass
Get down
I drive around in a '73 buick
I oughta go to work, but I ain't gonna do it
'Cause I'm just really, I'm not quite up to it
Whoops, I gotta go call my broker
Underclass, underclass
Well it's a gas to be a member of the underclass
People think that I'm a rich musician
But no, that isn't my condition
Let me just describe my position
It's way down, it's all the way down
Underclass, underclass
Well it's a gas to be a member of the underclass
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9. |
Little GTO
02:54
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Little GTO
You're really lookin' fine
Three deuces and a four-speed
On a three eighty-nine
Listen to her tackin' out now
Listen to her whine
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up
Blow it out, GTO
Wah-wah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, little GTO)
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, little GTO)
You oughta see her on a road course (Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
Or a quarter mile (Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
This little modified Pon-Pon (Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
Has got plenty of style (Turnin' it on, blowin' it out)
She beats the gassers and the rail jobs
Really drives 'em wild
C'mon and turn it on, wind it up
Blow it out, GTO
Wah-wah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, little GTO)
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, little GTO)
Gonna save all my money
And buy a GTO
Get a helmet and a roll bar
And I'll be ready to go
Take it out to Pomona
And let 'em know, yeah, yeah
That I'm the coolest thing around
Little buddy, gonna shut you down
Gonna turn it on, wind it up
Blow it out, GTO
Wah-wah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, little GTO)
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, little GTO)
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10. |
Guantanamerika
03:09
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I'm gonna make a pledge to the TV preacher
And hope and pray that I get richer
Turn up the green on the picture
Have another swig of this hard liquor
Breathing in the mist of the crop duster
Gazing at the stars that have lost their luster
Zieg Heil to the "In God We Trust-ers"
Ooh-ooh-ooh, drug busters
Soon as I escape to the Eastern Sector
I'll find a girl like Tammy Baker
Can the crust any flakier?
Ooh-ooh-ooh, Tammy Baker
Gonna make a pledge to the TV preacher
And hope and pray that I get richer
Turn up the green on the picture
Have another swig of this hard liquor
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11. |
Jailbait
03:32
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12. |
Baby Baby Baby
04:24
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Baby baby baby
I love you
Baby baby baby
I want you
Ooh Ah
Yes, baby baby baby
Groove me all night
Baby baby baby
Baby, you’re out of sight
Ooh Ah
Baby baby baby
I adore you
Yes, Baby baby baby
I want more of you
Ooh Ah
One more time, baby
Ooh Ah
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13. |
Nice 'n' Easy
04:40
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If you'll be my baby, I will turn your green money green
If you'll be my baby, I will turn your green money green
I'll show you more money baby, than Rockefeller ever seen
If you'll be my baby, you can be my boss
I'll stick closer to you than Jesus to the cross
If you'll be my baby, sure can be my boss
I'll stick closer to you baby than Jesus to the cross
If you don't believe I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in
If you don't believe I love you, look what a fool I been
Baby don't believe I love you? Just look what a fool I been
Don't believe I love you, baby, just look what a fool I been
Baby, if the river was whiskey and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom and I never would come up
Baby, if the river was whiskey and I was a duck, duck, duck
I'd dive to the bottom and I never would come up
Please tell me baby, who's been telling you
Who's been telling you everything ol' Furry do?
Please tell me baby who's been telling you
Who's been telling you every thing ol' Furry do?
Baby, somebody been telling you everything ol' Furry do
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Alex Chilton Memphis, Tennessee
Alex Chilton was that rare artist who reinvented himself over and over again, often abandoning earlier successful formulas. He ran the gamut: the blue-eyed soul of the Box Tops, the Beatles-meets-Beale Street-high harmony of Big Star, a stint as a ’77 punk provocateur, a co-conspirator in mutant Memphis art rock, and a songster interested in soul and blues tunes, jazz standards and rockabilly. ... more
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