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MOO-AHHH
MOO-AHHH
MOO-AHHH
Lowell: Years ago in Germany when I was a very small boy, zere was a lot of people standing around on ze corners asking questions: "Why are you standing on ze corner, acting ze way you act, looking like you look? WHY DO YOU LOOK THAT WAY?" And they ask me and I only would say: "I don't... I don't know, I'm just standing 'round ze corner waiting here... just in... in ze evening, and... and it's so nice outside... the night is so nice... why... are you just asking these questions..."
Didja
Get any
Onya onya onya onya...
(Onya...)
MOO-AHHH
MOO-AHHH
MOO-AHHH
MOO-AHHH
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Direct
Directly from my heart to you
Direct
Directly from my heart to you
Oh, you know that I love you
That's why I feel so blue
Oh, I pray
Our love would last away
I pray
That our love would last away
Yeah, we'd be so happy together
But you're so far away
Well, I need
(Oh, baby, need you baby)
I need you by my side
Well, I need
Yes, I need you by my side
Oh, I'd loved you little darlin'
Your love I could never hide
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FZ: Blow your harmonica, son!
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FZ: At this very moment on stage we have drummer A playing in 7/8, drummer B playing in 3/4, the bass playing in 3/4, the organ playing in 5/8, the tambourine playing in 3/4, and the alto sax blowing his nose.
HANDS UP!
POO-LAAAH!
FZ: Thank you!
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Motorhead: Yes... hot... and everybody workin' on it... so I figured I'd rip off her... her drawers and get a little...
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You know, your mama and your daddy
Saying I'm no good to you
They call me dirty from the alley
Till I don't know what to do
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and your mama jumped out
Screamin' "Don't come back no more"
I can't take it
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
Later I tried to call you
Your mama told me you weren't there
She told me don't bother to call again
Unless I cut off all my hair
I get so tired of sneakin' around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage and your mama jumped out
Screamin' "Don't come back no more"
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to kill your mama
My guitar wants to burn your dad
I get real mean when it makes me mad
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