Smurferifabriken (aka Rallarpolka Från Västmanland)
Composer(s): Nils Fläcke; Claes Vogel
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog, Christian, Michael B. Tretow



Svarvarna snurrar och hammarna slår
Det är kugghjul som rullar, det är skyttlar som går
Oj, vad det virvlar av plankor och spik
I vår stora Smuferifabrik

Där går en smurf som om ingenting hänt
Och på foten där har han en hink med cement
Visst kan det ofta bli kalabalik
I vår stora Smuferifabrik

Ett, två, tre
Vår idé
Den blir nog succé

Vi ska snickra fällor vi
Som Gargamell kan trilla i
Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt
Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt

Lata smurfen han står vakt
Där han släpar runt med ett ynka plank
Och när ingen annan ser
Slår han spik med hammar'n upp och ner

Taljorna gnisslar och sågspånen yr
Och i smedjan minsann där ligger glöden och pyr
Kocksmurfen kan koka soppa på spik
I vår stora Smuferifabrik

Smurfa dig hitåt med penslar och färg
Så maskerar vi fällan till skogar och berg
En burk i taget och ingen panik
I vår stora Smuferifabrik

Ett, två, tre
Vår idé
Den blir nog succé

Vi ska snickra fällor vi
Som Gargamell kan trilla i
Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt
Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt

Ja vi ska snickra fällor vi
Som Gargamell kan trilla i
Han och hans hatt och hans elaka katt
Ja då kan dom säkert hålla sig för skratt

Poker
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Pierre Roche
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Par trois gars de mon quartier
Je me suis laisser entraîner
Dans un tripot la semaine dernière
Dans une salle enfumée
Nous nous sommes installés
Autour d'une table de poker
On a enlevé nos vestons
Commandé force boissons
Puis la partie a commencé
Tell que je vais vous l'expliquer

On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes
On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes
C'est merveilleux on va jouer au poker
On prend ses cartes, on regarde ses cartes
On s'écrie: - cartes! puis l'on écarte
J'en jette trois car j'ai déjà une pair
Quand tout le monde a son jeu
On se regarde en chiens d'faïence
On essaie de lire dans les yeux
Du voisin plein de méfiance
J'ai pris trois cartes et lui deux cartes
Vous combien d'cartes? - moi juste une carte
Ah!..faut se méfier y'a du bluff dans l'air...

- Je suis blind à toi de parler -
Dit au second le premier
Ce dernier s'écrie: - Parole! -
Le troisième mis' cent francs
Je dis: - tes cent, plus mille francs -
Les deux autres s'arrêtent au vol
Le troisième me dit: - voilà -
Tes mille francs! qu'est ce que tu as?
- Trois dames, j'ai gagné je crois
- Non, dit-il car j'ai trois rois! -

On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes
On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes
Je me dis qu'es-tu venu faire dans cette galères?
On reprend les cartes, on regarde ses cartes
On s'écrie: - cartes! puis l'on écarte
Je me dis maintenant va falloir se refair'
Pendant toute la partie
Je me faisais des reproches
Quand se termina la nuit
Je n'avais plus rien en poche
Avant que je n'parte, je prend les cartes
Je déchire les carts
Je jette les cartes
Et les piétine avec colère
Au moment de m'en aller
J'entend des coups de sifflet
Une descente de police
Les inspecteurs du quartier
Veulent tous nous interroger
Me voici devant la justice
Ils me disent: - mon garçon
Nous sommes bons et te donnons
Une minute pour t'expliquer -
Je leur ai dit affolé

On prend les cartes, on brasse les cartes
On coupe les cartes, on donne les cartes
Je n'ai jamais rien eu de meilleur qu'une paire
On reprend ses cartes, on regarde ses cartes
On s'écrie: - cartes! et l'on écarte
Je vois très bien me dit le commissaire
On va vous emprisonner
Car du reste je m'en fiche
Mais on va vous affecter
Au département des fiches
On prend les cartes, on regarde les cartes
On trie les cartes, on range les cartes
En prison je suis devenu fonctionnaire
Tout ça parcequ'un jour
Un bien triste jour
J'ai voulu jouer au poker

Smuggler's Blues
Composer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin
Performer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin



There's trouble on the street tonight, I can feel it in my bones
I had a premonition that he should not go alone
I knew the gun was loaded, but I didn't think he'd kill
Everything exploded, and the blood began to spill
So baby, here's your ticket, and the suitcase in your hand
Here's a little money, now we'll do it just the way we planned
You be cool for twenty hours, and I'll pay you twenty grand
I'm sorry it went down like this, but someone had to lose
It's the nature of the business, it's the smuggler's blues
The sailors and the pilots, the soldiers and the law
The payoffs and the ripoffs and the things nobody saw
Don't matter if it's heroin, cocaine or hash,
You've got to carry weapons 'cause you always carry cash
There's lots of shady characters and lots of dirty deals
Every name's an alias in case somebody squeals
It's the lure of easy money, it's got a very strong appeal
Perhaps you'd understand it better standing in my shoes
It's the ultimate enticement, it's the smuggler's blues

You see it in the headlines, you hear it every day
They say they're gonna stop it, but it doesn't go away
They move it through Miami and sell it in LA
They hide it up in Telluride, I mean it's here to stay
It's propping up the governments in Columbia and Peru
You ask any D.A., man, they'll say there's nothing we can do
From the office of the president right down to me and you
Me and you
It's a losing proposition, but one you can't refuse
It's the politics of contraband, it's the smuggler's blues

Pokémon
Composer(s): John Siegler; John Loeffler
Performer(s): Vicki Sue Robinson



Pokémon
The journey's just begun
Pokémon
The more the better
Pokémon
Team Rocket's on the run
Pokémon
We're friends forever

You've got the power
Right in your hands
They'll evolve before your eyes
A world of magic
At your command
You can be a master if you try

Searching everyday
Pokémon
For the answer
Pokémon
No time to delay
Pokémon
This grand adventure

We're united, we'll always win
Together we stand tall
Unlock the secrets deep within
Learn to be the greatest of them all

Telegram
Composer(s): Michael Kunze; Silvester Levay
First performance by: Silver Convention - 1977



Since you've gone - I'm all alone - Stop
Just can't make it on my own - Stop
Operator did you get the line
Rush a cable for I've got no time -
Gotta send a Telegram
Telegram to my Baby
Yes
I'm gonna send a
Telegram
Telegram
And then maybe
He won't keep me yearnin'
Tonight he'll be on his way
Tomorrow he'll be here to stay
Help me
Ma'am
I can't wait another day
Please forgive the things I said - Stop
Didn't mean to make you sad - Stop
Operator I'll pay any rate
If my message will not be too late -
Gotta send a Telegram

I was such a fool to let him go
Too proud to show that I love him so
Gotta send a Telegram

Help me Ma'am
Gotta send a Telegram

Poissons Morts
Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil; Julien Clerc
Performer(s): Julien Clerc



Poissons morts
Qui descendez le cours des fleuves
Poissons morts
Allez donc dire à mon amour
Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs
Que je cherche pour elle des fleurs
Des fleurs

Poissons morts
Bien sûr j'ai franchi la frontière
Poissons morts
Les hommes jettent des barrières
Toujours entre eux et le bonheur
Et le bonheur
Poissons morts
Allez donc dire aux moissonneuses
Poissons morts
Que la graisse de mitrailleuse
N'est pas la brillantine des dieux
N'est pas la brillantine des dieux
De Dieu

Poissons morts
Qui descendez cette rivière
Poissons morts
Allez donc dire à mon amour
Que je me perds en longs discours
Méchants discours...

Smorgasbord
Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Some like their women short, some like them tall
I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all

I'm just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin' for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
That's smorgasbord

Mmm
Some take just apple pie, some take just cake
I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take

I'm just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin' for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
That's smorgasbord

Mmm
Some like just southern belles, they got a one track mind
I go for all the belles, except the wedding kind

I'm just wild about smorgasbord
I got a cravin' for smorgasbord
A little kiss here, a little kiss there
That's smorgasbord

Some like their women short, some like them tall
I'll take them any size 'cause I love them all, Mmm
Some take just apple pie, some take just cake
I'll take the dish I please, please the dish I take

Poisoning Pigeons In The Park
Composer(s): Tom Lehrer
Performer(s): Tom Lehrer



Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here
Life is skittles and life is beer
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring
I do, don't you?  
'Course you do
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me

All the world seems in tune 
On a spring afternoon
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park
Every Sunday you'll see 
My sweetheart and me
As we poison the pigeons in the park

When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide
The sun's shining bright 
Everything seems all right
When we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We've gained notoriety 
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society 
With our games
They call it impiety 
And lack of propriety
And quite a variety 
Of unpleasant names
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon

So if Sunday you're free 
Why don't you come with me
And we'll poison the pigeons in the park
And maybe we'll do 
In a squirrel or two
While we're poisoning pigeons in the park

We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment
Except for the few we take home to experiment
My pulse will be quickenin' 
With each drop of strych'nine
We feed to a pigeon 
(It just takes a smidgin!)
To poison a pigeon in the park

Casanova
Composer(s): Svein Strugstad - Jonathan King
First performance by: Anita Skorgan - 1977



See the workman standing in the crowd
Can he hear your heart? – It beats so loud
Eyes so blue and head so gold
Can't believe what you been told
When he looks at you, you feel so proud
 
Every girl's excited by his smile
He's handsome, he's charming, he's got style
Listen, girl, I'm warning you
Don't go through what I went through
You're just another entry for his file
 
In the night you'll hear Casanova
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
 
He can come for every girl in town
Hold you close, then run and let you down
Love for him is just a game
Every girl is just the same
Just another jewel for his crown
 
In the night you'll hear Casanova
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
 
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova)
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan)
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
 
In the night you'll hear Casanova (Oh Casanova)
When the stars are shining bright up in the sky (Oh Don Juan)
In your dreams you'll hear Casanova
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry
 
Don't be fooled, he'll make you cry

Poison Whiskey
Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie Van Zant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd; Tishamingo



Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land 
And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man
Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor 
'Hey doctor, won't you check his head?' 
The only thing that was wrong with him 
Was Johnny Walker's Red 
He drank ole poison whiskey 
'Til it killed him dead

It happened back in the bayou many years ago 
Satan came to take him and he did it real slow 
Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor 
The doctor just shook his head
'Twenty years of rotgut whiskey 
Done killed the poor man dead' 
He drank ole poison whiskey 
'Til it killed him dead

Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see
Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey
They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor
The doctor's gonna shake his head
The only thing he's gonna tell ya 
'Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red 
Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy'

Smooth
Composer(s): Rob Thomas; Itaal Shur
First release by: Santana & Rob Thomas - 1999



Man it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone, but you stay so cool
My Munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause you're so smooth

And it's just like the ocean under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it 
Well I'll tell you one thing, if you would leave it be a crying shame
In every breath and every word, I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm on your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow, turning you round and round

And if you said this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
'Cause you're so smooth

And it's just like the ocean, under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

And it's just like the ocean, under the moon
Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth
give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

Poison Ivy
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
Performer(s): The Coasters



She comes on like a rose
But everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
You can look but you'd better not touch

Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around

She's pretty as a daisy
But look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
If you let her get under your skin

Measles make you mumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you
Jump and switch
A common cold will fool you
And whooping cough can cool ya
But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch

Your gonna need an ocean
Of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around

Measles make you mumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you
Jump and switch
A common cold will fool you
And whooping cough can cool ya
But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch

Your gonna need an ocean
Of calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around

Poison Ivy Poison Ivy
Late at night while you're sleeping
Poison Ivy comes creeping around

La la la la
la la la la
la la la la

Boom Boom Boomerang
Composer(s): Georg Herrnstadt; Willi Resetarits; Herbert Zöchling-Tampier; Lukas Resetarits
First performance by: Schmetterlinge - 1977



Music is love for you and me
Music is money for the record company

Musik liegt wieder in der Luft
Mmm ... das ist der ganz besond´re Duft
Der großen Welt, die uns gefällt

Deejay vor dem Mikrophon
Leg uns jetzt auf den Plattenteller
(Den Schlager der Saison)
Moneten bringt der Superseller

Mono oder Stereo
Live oder im Studio
Also sprach Big Brother´s Voice
'Super-Hits für Girls and Boys'
Yeah!

Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you

Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you

Ein gutes Lied ist pures Gold
(Das hören die Konzernherrn
Von Nashville bis Luzern gern)
Und der Dollar rockt und rollt

Mono oder Stereo
Live oder im Studio
Album oder Single
Klingel, Kassa, klingel!

Rhythm and Blues, Rock 'n' Roll
Reggae, Shuffle oder Soul
Clap your hands, slap your feet
Und kauf dir diesen Superhit
Yeah!

Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you

Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you

Ein Lied ist wie ein Boomerang
(Boom Boom Boomerang)

Boom Boom Boomerang, Snadderydang
Kangaroo, Boogaloo, Didgeridoo
Ding dong, sing the song, hear the guitar twang
Kojak, hijack, me and you

(Who?) Me and you
(Who?) Me and you

Poison Heart
Composer(s): Dee Dee Ramone; Daniel Rey
Performer(s): The Ramones;
and various other artists



No one ever thought this one would survive
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind
Lock you in a dream, never let you go
Never let you laugh or smile, not you.

Well, I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart

Making friends with a homeless torn up man
He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up
There's danger on every corner but I'm okay
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday

Well, I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!

You know that life really takes its toll
And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul
So much damn confusion before my eyes
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives

I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart

Smoking Gun
Composer(s): D. Amy; Richard Cousins; Robert Cray
Performer(s): Robert Cray



I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone
I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone
I'm having nasty nasty visions and baby you're in every one, yeah
And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot, smokin gun

Maybe you want to end it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun
But you don't know how to tell me and you know that I'm not that dumb
I put two and one together and you know that's not an even sum
And I know just where to find you with a still hot, smokin gun

I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done
I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun
I know that I should be running, my heart's beating just like a drum
Now they've knocked me down and taken it, that still hot, smokin gun

Yeah still hot, smokin gun
Yes they've taken it
Still hot, smokin gun
Oh they've taken it
Still hot, smokin gun
Knocked me down, taken it

Pois É
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Antonio Carlos Jobim
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists



Pois é
Fica o dito e o redito por não dito
E é difícil dizer que foi bonito
É inútil cantar o que perdi

Taí
Nosso mais-que-perfeito está desfeito
E o que me parecia tão direito
Caiu desse jeito sem perdão

Então
Disfarçar minha dor eu não consigo
Dizer: somos sempre bons amigos
É muita mentira para mim

Enfim
Hoje na solidão ainda custo
A entender como o amor foi tão injusto
Pra quem só lhe foi dedicação

Pois é, e então ...

Smokin' In The Boys' Room
Composer(s): Michael Koda; Michael Lutz
First release by: Brownsville Station - 1973



How you doin' out there? Ya ever seem to have one of those days
Where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case?
From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend? 
Well, ya know, I used to have 'em just about all the time
But I found a way to get out of 'em
Let me tell you about it!

Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag
The noon bells rings, you know that's my cue
I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two!

Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

Checkin' out the halls, makin' sure the coast is clear
Lookin' in the stalls, "No, there ain't nobody here!"
Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul
To get caught would surely be the death of us all

Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

All right!
Oh, put me to work, in the school book store
Check out counter and I got bored
Teacher was lookin' for me all around
Two hours later, you know where I was found

Smokin' in the boys' room (Yes indeed, I was)
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules
But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

One mo'!
Smokin' in the boys' room
Oh, smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Smokin' in the boys' room
Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules
And everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school!

Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque
Composer(s): Tony Romeo
Performer(s): The Partridge Family



Window walkin' downtown, feelin' mighty good
and I noticed from the corner how all alone she stood
Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise
Lonely little runaway with teardrops in her eyes

Crazy little ragdoll, her hair was wild and tossed
and I put my arm around her, 'cause I knew that she was lost
She didn't seem to notice that anyone was near
'till suddenly she turned to me and whispered in my ear

Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I want to go home, and help me get home
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I need to get home, need to get home

Showed me a ticket for a Greyhound bus, her head was lost in time
She didn't know who or where she was
"And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine"
Real good friend of mine

Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
And help me get home, help me get home

Walked her to the station and kissed away the tears
Knowing I'd remember through all the coming years
Ragdoll on that Greyhound who waved with all her might
Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight

Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I want to go home, and help me get home
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque
I need to get home, need to get home

(Repeat)

Une Petite Française
Composer(s): J. Albertini; O. Toussaint; P. de Senneville
Performer(s): Michèle Torr - 1977



Je n'suis pas Marilyn
Je n'aime pas la nuit
Et dans les magazines
Je ne lis pas ma vie
Je suis une provinciale
Je n'ai pas lu Pascal
J'ai une vie normale
C'est presque original

Une petite française
Née en Provence
Quand elle avait quinze ans
Vint à Paris
Épousa la chanson
Ne changea pas son nom
Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Loin de ses jeux d'enfants
S'était enfuie
A-t-elle eu bien raison
De quitter sa maison
Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui

Je n'suis pas une idole
Qu'on aime et qu'on détruit
Je vis mes années folles
Toujours loin de Paris
Et sans avoir de Rolls
Il n'y a pas mieux je crois
Quand je vois quelques gosses
Qui jouent autour de moi

Une petite française
Née en Provence
Quand elle avait quinze ans
Vint à Paris
Épousa la chanson
Ne changea pas son nom
Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui
Une petite française
Née en Provence
Loin de ses jeux d'enfants
S'était enfuie
A-t-elle eu bien raison
De quitter sa maison
Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui

Point Blank
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



Do you still say your prayers little darlin'
do you go to bed at night
Prayin' that tomorrow, everything will be alright
But tommorow's fall in number
in number one by one
You wake up and you're dying
you don't even know what from

Well they shot you point blank
you been shot in the back
Baby point blank you been fooled this time
little girl that's a fact
Right between the eyes, baby, point blank
right between the pretty lies that they tell
Little girl you fell

You grew up where young girls they grow up fast
You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked
but what they asked baby wasn't right
you didn't have to live that life
I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet
These days you don't wait on Romeo's
you wait on that welfare check
and on all the pretty things that you can't ever have
and on all the promises

That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes
Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain
You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank
and it's one false move and baby the lights go out

Once I dreamed we were together again
baby you and me
Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be
We were standin' at the bar
it was hard to hear
The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear
You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four
You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor
You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin' slow
And as I pulled you tighter I swore I'd never let you go

Well I saw you last night down on the avenue
Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you
You were standin' in the doorway out of the rain
You didn't answer when I called out your name
You just turned, and then you looked away
like just another stranger waitin' to get blown away

Point blank, right between the eyes
Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell
Point blank, shot right through the heart

Yea point blank, you've been twisted up till you've become just another part of it
Point blank, you're walkin' in the sights
Point blank, livin' one false move just one false move away
Point blank, they caught you in their sights
Point blank, did you forget how to love
girl, did you forget how to fight
Point blank they must have shot you in the head
'Cause point blank
bang bang baby you're dead