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  • 21-08-1997
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    I'm Gonna Love That Guy (Like He's Never Been Loved Before)
    Composer(s): Frances Ash
    Performer(s): Benny Goodman and multiple other artists



    I've made a list
    Of the things that I've missed
    And wanted to do
    And right at the head
    In letters of red
    Is the first of the few
    This promise I've made
    Cross my heart, hope to die
    Is the first of the first
    For my honey and I

    I'm gonna love that guy
    Like he's never been loved before
    I'm gonna show that guy
    He's the fella that I adore
    When he's in my arms again
    Our dreams will all come true
    Then the years between
    Might never have been
    We'll be starting our lives anew

    I'm gonna kiss that guy
    Like he's ever been kissed before
    And though I miss that guy
    It will be worth waiting for
    We'll never part again
    He'll hold my heart again
    For ever and evermore
    I'm gonna love that guy
    Like he's never been loved before

    I'm gonna love that guy
    Like he's never been loved before
    I'm gonna show that guy
    He's the fella that I adore

    We'll never part again
    He'll hold my heart again
    For ever and evermore
    I'm gonna love that guy
    Like he's never been loved before



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    We've Only Just Begun
    Composer(s): Roger Nichols; Paul Williams
    Performer(s): The Carpenters



    We've only just begun to live, white lace and promises
    A kiss for luck and we're on our way
    (we've only begun)
    Before the risin' sun we fly, so many roads to choose
    We start out walkin' and learn to run
    (and yes we've just begun)

    Sharin' horizons that are new to us
    Watchin' the signs along the way
    Talkin' it over just the two of us
    Workin' together day to day (together)

    And when the evenin' comes, we smile
    so much of life ahead
    We'll find a place where there's room to grow
    (And yes we've just begun)

    Sharin' horizons that are new to us
    Watchin' the signs along the way
    Talkin' it over just the two of us
    Workin' together day to day (together, together)

    And when the evenin' comes, we smile
    so much of life ahead
    We'll find a place where there's room to grow
    And yes we've just begun



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    20-08-1997
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    Adieu Angélina
    ((Adapted from: Farewell Angelina) (by Joan Baez) - 1965))
    Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Pierre Delanoë - Hugues Aufray
    Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1967

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo)
    2006 - Adjö Angelina (by Totta & Wiehe)



    Adieu Angélina les cloches de la couronne
    Ont été volées à l'aube je les entends qui sonnent
    Et je me dépêche je dois les rattraper
    Adieu Angélina le ciel est en feu
    Et je m'en vais

    Ce n'est pas la peine d'en faire une affaire
    Ce n'est pas la peine d'ameuter toute la terre
    C'est une table vide sur le bord de la mer
    Adieu Angélina le ciel a tremblé
    Je dois m'en aller

    Les rois et les reines quittent la basse cour
    Deux cents bohémiennes sont entrées à la cour
    Dans la salle du tout va rien ne va plus pour moi
    Adieu Angélina le ciel s'écroule
    Je te verrai plus tard

    Regarde ces pirates dans la Voie Lactée
    Qui tirent sur des boîtes avec un canon scié
    Les voisins applaudissent poussent des cris de joie
    Adieu Angélina le ciel se décolore
    Je dois me sauver

    King Kong et les elfes vont danser sur les toits
    De longs tangos typiques tandis que de leurs doigts
    Des maquilleurs s'escriment à fermer les yeux de la mort
    Adieu Angélina le ciel est trop sombre
    Je dois m'échapper

    Les mitrailleuses crépitent les poupées mobilisent
    Des bombes au plastique éclatent dans les églises
    Appelle-moi comme tu veux je ne discute pas
    Mais adieu Angélina le ciel se déchaîne
    Je vais chercher la paix



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    We've Got Tonight
    Composer(s): Bob Seger
    Performer(s): Bob Seger



    I know it's late, I know you're weary
    I know your plans don't include me
    Still here we are, both of us lonely
    Longing for shelter from all that we see
    Why should we worry, no one will care girl
    Look at the stars so far away
    We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
    We've got tonight babe
    Why don' you stay?

    Deep in my soul, I've been so lonely
    All of my hopes, fading away
    I've longed for love, like everyone else does
    I know I'll keep searching, even after today
    So there it is girl, I've said it all now
    And here we are babe, what do you say?
    We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
    We've got tonight babe
    Why don't you stay?

    I know it's late, I know you're weary
    I know your plans don't include me
    Still here we are, both of us lonely
    Both of us lonely

    We've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?
    Let's make it ast, let's find a way
    Turn out the light, come take my hand now
    We've got tonight babe
    Why don't you stay?
    Why don't you stay?



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    19-08-1997
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    Adjö Angelina
    ((Adapted from: Farewell Angelina) (by Joan Baez) - 1965))
    Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Mikael Wiehe
    Performer(s): Mikael Wiehe & Ebba Forsberg - 2006

    Versions In Other Languages:
    1967 - Adieu Angélina (by Nana Mouskouri)
    1970 - Addio Angelina (by Bobby Solo)



    Adjö, Angelina
    Min kronas juvel
    har bli'tt stulen av tjuvar
    Jag måste följa dess sken
    Trumpeterna klagar
    så dystert och dovt
    Adjö, Angelina
    Himlen står i lågor
    och jag måste gå

    Det finns inget jag ångrar
    eller önskar tillbaks
    Det finns inte nå'n orsak
    till hämnd eller hat
    Två stolar står tomma
    på en vindpinad strand
    Adjö, Angelina
    Himlen har förändrats
    och man får gå dit man kan

    En kung och en drottning
    har lämnat sitt slott
    Ogräset frodas
    där tronen har stått
    Där tärnorna dansade
    finns ingenting kvar
    Adjö, Angelina
    Himlen har mörknat
    och jag ger mej av

    Skönheten gråter
    i odjurets famn
    Mördarna skjuter
    till måls på varann'
    Grannarna skriker av skräck
    vid vart skott
    Adjö, Angelina
    Himlen har gått sönder
    Jag måste skynda mej bort

    Medan sanningen sover
    sin sötaste sömn
    blir orätten prisad
    och lögnen berömd
    Låt dom döda få sova
    och vila i frid
    Adjö, Angelina
    Himlen är sorgsen
    och jag bidar min tid

    Krigets kanoner
    mullrar på hållKlockornas visare
    går emot noll
    Du kan kalla mej allt
    man kan kalla nå'n för
    Adjö, Angelina
    Himlen har kallnat
    Jag måste stänga min dörr



    Categorie:Scand. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.We've Got The Gold
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    We've Got The Gold
    Composer(s): Nico
    Performer(s): Nico



    We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
    We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
    A pity does not bear a single flower
    A pity does not bear a single flower

    Very proud and very poor
    You're walking on your prison floor
    A pity does not bear a single flower
    A pity does not bear a single flower

    Very proud and very poor
    I'm waiting at your prison floor
    A pity does not bear a single flower
    A pity does not bear a single flower

    We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
    We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
    We've got the gold, we do not seem too old



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    18-08-1997
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    Adeline
    Composer(s): Félix Gray
    Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday



    J'aurais laissé mes rêves d'enfant
    Mes souvenirs d'adolescent
    J'aurais fait d'elle une autre loi
    Même s'il y en a d'autres avant moi
    Quand Adeline danse comme ça

    Rien qu'à la regarder sourire
    Rien qu'à l'entendre tout me dire
    Des mots d'amour en porcelaine
    Des rêves fous derrière le ciel
    Adeline fait de l'ombre au soleil

    Quand elle danse
    Quand elle danse
    Même la musique ressemble à du silence
    Quand elle danse
    Quand elle danse
    J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
    Quand Adeline danse

    J'aurais tout laissé sans un mot
    Sans un regret, sans un sanglot
    Tout abandonné derrière moi
    Même les rêves que je n'ai pas
    Quand Adeline danse pour moi

    Ouais, j'aurais déchiré toutes les lettres
    Des amoureux fous des poètes
    Qui n'ont plus de raison de vivre
    Ils auraient trop de mal à suivre
    La danse d'Adeline m'enivre

    Quand elle danse
    Ouais, quand elle danse
    Même la musique ressemble à du silence
    Oh! Quand elle danse
    Quand elle danse
    J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
    Quand Adeline danse

    Ouais, quand elle danse
    Ouais, quand elle danse
    Même la musique ressemble à du silence
    Oh! Quand elle danse
    Ouais, quand elle danse
    J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence

    Oh! Quand elle danse
    Ouais, quand elle danse
    Même la musique ressemble à du silence
    Ouais quand elle danse
    Quand elle danse
    J'aime la voir briser les rêves de l'innocence
    Quand Adeline danse



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Wet Dream
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    Wet Dream
    Composer(s): Kip Addotta; Biff Manard
    Performer(s): Kip Addotta



    It was April the 41st - it being a quadruple leap year
    and I was driving in downtown Atlantis
    My Barracuda was in the shop so I was driving a red Stingray
    and it was overheating, so I pulled into a Shell station
    They said I'd blown a seal
    I said, "Fix the damn thing and leave my private life out of it, okay?"

    While they were doing that I went across the street to the Oyster Bar - real dive
    But I knew the owner, Gill, 'cause he used to play ball the Dolphins
    I said, "Hi,Gill!" - you have to yell, he's hard of herring

    So I bellied up the sand bar, ordered a Rusty Snail, hold the grunion
    with a peanut butter and jelly fish sandwich on the side, heavy on the maco
    I was feeling good
    I even dropped a sand dollar in the box for Jerry's Squids, for the halibut

    Well, the place was crowded
    We were packed in like sardines
    They were probably there to hear the Big Band sounds of Tommy Dorsil
    He was rockin' the place with a very popular tuna: Salmon-chanted Evening
    and the stage was surrounded by screaming groupers - probably there to see the bass player

    Well, one of them was this cute little yellow tail, and she's givin' me the eye
    So I figured this was my chance for a little fun - you know, piece of Pisces...
    but she said things I just couldn't fathom, she was too deep
    seemed to be under a lot of pressure
    And boy could she drink
    She drank like a... she drank a lot

    And then she gives me that same old line, "Not tonight, I gotta haddock"
    And she wasn't kiddin' either, 'cause in walked the biggest, meanest lookin' haddock
    I'd ever seen come down the pike
    He was covered with muscles
    He said, "Hey, shrimp, don't you come trollin' around here"
    I said, "Abalone, you're just bein' shelfish"

    Well, I could tell there was gonna be trouble and so could Gill
    'cause he was already on the phone to the cods
    The haddock hit me with a sucker punch
    I landed him with a left hook
    He eeled over
    It was a fluke, but there he was lying on the deck flat as a mackerel

    I said, "Forget the cods, Gill, this guy's gonna need a sturgeon"
    Well, the yellow tail was pretty impressed with the way I landed her boyfriend
    She said, "Hey, big buoy, you're really a game fish
    What's your name?" I said..., "Marlin"

    After that we had a whale of a time
    I took her to dinner
    I took her to dance
    I even bought her a bouquet of flounders, on porpoise
    And what did I get for my troubles?
    A case of the clams



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    17-08-1997
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    Adelante
    Composer(s): Mario De Jesús
    Performer(s): Javier Solís



    Adelante quién quiera que sea
    que me esté tocando las puertas del alma
    Adelante que quiero que vea
    como estoy llorando de amargo dolor

    Es tan difícil controlar tanta amargura
    que no me importa terminar en la locura
    Si ya murió mi viejo amor ¿para qué vivo?
    si ya no tengo valor, si ya no tengo valor de nada sirvo

    Adelante, quién quiera que sea
    que me esté tocando las puertas del alma
    Adelante que quiero que vea como estoy viviendo
    como estoy muriendo por mi viejo amor

    Adelante, quién quiera que sea
    que me esté tocando las puertas del alma
    Adelante que quiero que vea como estoy viviendo
    como estoy muriendo por mi viejo amor



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Western Union
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    Western Union
    Composer(s): Roy Bennett; Sid Tepper
    Performer(s): Elvis Presley



    Western Union
    Oh, Western Union clickety clack
    I had a fight with my baby
    Ooh how sorry I am
    She won't talk to me no how
    I'm gonna send a telegram
    Western Union oh yeah
    Send my lovin' baby back to me
    She won't open my letters
    She won't answer the phone
    When I'm a-ringin' her doorbell
    She says there ain't nobody home
    Western Union oh yeah
    Send my lovin' baby back to me
    Western Union oh yeah
    Send my lovin' baby back to me
    I love you is my message
    Just three words and no more
    If she won't let you deliver
    Slip it underneath her door
    Western Union oh yeah
    Send my lovin' baby back to me
    Western Union oh yeah
    Send my lovin' baby back to me



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    16-08-1997
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    Adelaide, Adelaide
    Composer(s): Frank Loesser
    Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



    Unaccustomed as I am to getting married
    I am taking this occasion here to say
    That me and Adelaide are finally naming the day
    Though she knows deep in her heart
    I'm a phoney and I'm a fake
    She wants five children to start
    Five's a difficult point to make, but..

    Adelaide, Adelaide, ever-loving Adelaide
    Is taking a chance on me
    Taking a chance I'll be respectable and nice
    Give up cards and dice, and go for shoes and rice
    So gentlemen, deal me out, do not try to feel me out
    I got no more evenings free (you may scratch me)
    Since Adelaide, Adelaide, ever loving Adelaide
    Is taking a chance (talk about your long shot)
    Taking a chance on me>



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Western Movies
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    Western Movies
    Composer(s): Cliff Goldsmith; Fred Smith
    Performer(s): The Olympics;
    Jive Bunny & The Mastermixers; The Orangu-Tones



    To save my soul I can't get a date
    Baby's got it tuned on channel eight
    Now Wyatt Earp and the Big Cheyenne
    They're comin' thru the T.V. shootin' up the land
    Ah...um...my baby loves the Western movies
    My baby loves the Western movies
    Bam, bam, shoot 'em up Pow
    Ah..um..
    My babe loves the Western Movies
    I call my baby on the telephone
    To tell her half my head was gone
    I just got hit by a great big brick
    She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick
    Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies
    My baby loves the Western movies
    Bam, bam, shoot em up pow
    Ah...um...
    My baby loves the Western movies
    Well there's Jeremy Roller and Old Cochise
    Jim Hardy, Jim Bowie and Sugarfoot
    They all have gun will travel
    Give me back my boots and saddle uh huh
    Here's the story of the certain Wagon Train Mccord
    A broken arrow has broken my heart
    A Jefferson Thomas with Bat Masterson
    Unties my baby and the fight was won
    Ah..um...my baby loves the Western movies
    My baby loves the western movies
    Bam bam shoot em up pow
    Ah um, my baby loves the western movies



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    15-08-1997
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    Adelaide
    Paul Kelly & the Messengers



    The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming
    And all the great aunts are either insane or dead
    Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning
    We lived on the bend it was there I was raised and fed
    Counting and running as I go
    Down past the hedges all in a row
    In Adelaide, Adelaide

    Dad's hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying
    I was thirteen I never dreamed he could fall
    And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying
    I rang the bells I never felt nothing at all
    All the king's horses all the king's men
    Cannot bring him back again

    Find me a bar or a girl or guitar where do you go on a Saturday night?
    I own this town I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light
    And the streets are so wide everybody's inside
    Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year
    (This is my town!)
    All the king's horses all the king's men
    Wouldn't drag me back again
    to Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide...



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Westering Home
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    Westering Home
    Composer(s): Hugh S. Robertson
    Performer(s): The McCalmans;
    and various other artists



    Westering home and a song in the air
    Light in the eye and its good by to care
    Laughter o love and a welcoming there
    Isle of my heart my own land

    Tell me a tale of the Orient gay
    Tell me of riches that come from Cathay
    Ah but it's grand to be waken at day
    And find oneself nearer to Islay

    And it's westering home with a song in the air
    Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care
    Laughter and love are a welcoming there
    Pride of my heart my own love

    Where are the folks like the folks of the west
    Canty and couthy and kindly, our best
    There I would hie me and there I would rest
    At home with my own folks in Islay

    And it's westering home with a song in the air
    Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care
    Laughter and love are a welcoming there
    Pride of my heart my own love

    Now I'm at home and at home I do lay
    Dreaming of riches that come from Cathay
    I'll hop a good ship and be on my way
    And bring back my fortune to Islay

    And it's westering home with a song in the air
    Light of me eye and it's goodbye to care
    Laughter and love are a welcoming there
    Pride of my heart my own love



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    14-08-1997
    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Address Unknown
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    Address Unknown
    Performer(s): The Ink Spots



    Address Unknown - not even a trace of you
    Oh what I'd give to see the face of you
    I was a fool to stay away from you so long
    I should have known there'd come a day when you'd be gone

    Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind?
    Who'd think that you would never be hard to find?
    >From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth
    I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown

    Address Unknown - honey chile, I ain't even got a trace of ya
    You know one thing?
    I'd give anything in the world just to see the face of ya
    I was a fool to stay away from you and everything else so long
    I should have been diplomatic and figured that some day
    You'd be solid gone

    Address Unknown - oh how could I be so blind?
    Who'd think that you would never be hard to find?
    From the place of your birth to the ends of the earth
    I've searched only to find - only to find - Address Unknown



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    Westbound #9
    Composer(s): Daphne Dumas; Ronald Dunbar; Edith Wayne
    Performer(s): Flaming Ember



    Catching the westbound number nine
    Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
    Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
    On the westbound number nine

    Sittin' on the bank of Holy Creek down by the county line
    I can hear the sound of Old Boss and Lazy Horse--he's howlin' right on time
    He's howlin' at the sound of the #9 comin' down the line
    And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
    And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine

    Catching the westbound number nine
    Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
    Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
    On the westbound number nine

    My Pa is with his moonshine friends
    Drinkin Deacon Jones' bathtub gin
    Deacon Jones preachin' about savin' souls
    Yellin' out how the whole town is full of sin
    But like Pa and all the rest
    He tries to look down Bobbie Sue's low-cut dress
    And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
    And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine

    Ma, I see you're ashamed to look me in the face
    As if I was nothing but a past mistake
    Sittin' there at night when Pa comes stumblin' in
    Full of the Deacon's bathtub gin
    Swearin' and a-cussin' that I wasn't no kin
    I heard his name but Ma knows what he should have been

    Westbound number nine
    Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
    Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
    On the westbound number nine

    Catching the westbound number nine
    Gonna leave this town, leave it far behind
    Gonna leave while I've got my peace of mind
    On the westbound number nine



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    13-08-1997
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    Addicted To Spuds
    ((Adapted from: Addicted To Love (by Robert Palmer) - 1985))
    Composer(s): Robert Palmer - "Weird Al" Yankovic
    Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1986



    Potato skins, potato cakes
    Hash browns, and instant flakes
    Baked or boiled or french fried
    There's no kind you haven't tried

    You planned a trip to Idaho
    Just to watch potatoes grow
    I understand how you must feel
    I can't deny they've got appeal

    Whoah
    You like them whether they are plain or they're stuffed, oh yeah
    Better face the facts, it seems you can't get enough
    You know, you're gonna have to face it
    You're addicted to spuds

    Your greasy hands, your salty lips
    Looks like you found the chips
    Your belly aches, your teeth grind
    Some tater tots would blow your mind

    And you don't mind if they're not cooked
    You need your fix, I guess you're hooked
    And late at night you always dream
    Of bacon bits and sour cream

    Whoah, you like them even if they're lumpy or tough, oh yeah
    Whee, It's pretty obvious to me you can't get enough
    You know you're gonna have to face it
    You're addicted to spuds

    Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to spuds

    Ooh yeah

    I'm givin' up, it's just no use
    Another case of spud abuse
    What can I say, what can I do
    Potato bug has got me too, Wahoo

    I used to hate them, now they're all that I eat, oh yeah
    Whee, I've often seen then whipped, but they just can't be beat
    Now I'm gonna have to face it
    I'm addicted to spuds

    Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds

    Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds
    Might as well face it, I'm addicted to spuds



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    Wervin'
    Composer(s): Carla Bley
    Performer(s): Nick Mason



    Wervin', we're Wervin'
    Do you need a doctor?
    Swervin' and curvin'
    Are you pocket trained?
    Do you like to Werve?
    Do you have the nerve?
    Do you need a doctor
    When you start to swerve?
    Are you pocket trained
    Goin' 'round a curve?
    Can you Werve?

    Wervin', we're Wervin'
    Do you save the coupons?
    Swervin' and curvin'
    Can I borrow your suit?
    Can you Werve like a bird
    Or do you find it absurd?
    Did you come prepurd?
    Can I borrow your suit?

    Do you find it unnervin'
    Or pleasantly disturbin'
    Can you Werve?

    Wervin', we're Wervin'
    Do you have your 'chute?
    Swervin' and curvin'
    Does your mother know?
    Do you worry when you Werve?
    Are you scared when you swerve?
    Do you get what you deserve
    When you go around a curve?
    I can see your house
    Have you lost your nerve?
    Can you Werve?
    Werve
    Werve
    Werve



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    12-08-1997
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    Addicted To Love ((aka Addicted to Spuds (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1986))
    Composer(s): Robert Palmer
    First release by: Robert Palmer - 1985
    Covered by multiple other artists



    Your lights are on, but you're not home
    Your mind is not your own
    Your heart sweats, your body shakes
    Another kiss is what it takes

    You can't sleep, you can't eat
    There's no doubt, you're in deep
    Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
    Another kiss is all you need

    Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
    It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
    You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

    You see the signs, but you can't read
    You're runnin' at a different speed
    Your heart beats in double time
    Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind

    You can't be saved
    Oblivion is all you crave
    If there's some left for you
    You don't mind if you do

    Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
    It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
    You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

    Your lights are on, but you're not home
    Your will is not your own
    You're heart sweats and teeth grind
    Another kiss and you'll be mine

    Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
    It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
    You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love
    Might as well face it, you're addicted to love



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    Werewolves Of London
    Composer(s): LeRoy Marinell; Waddy Wachtel; Warren Zevon
    Performer(s): Warren Zevon



    I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
    Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
    He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's
    Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein

    {Refrain}
    Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
    Ah-ooooo
    Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
    Ah-ooooo

    If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
    You better not let him in
    Little old lady got mutilated late last night
    Werewolves of London again

    {Refrain}

    Heh!

    He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amok in Kent
    Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
    You better stay away from him
    He'll rip your lungs out, jim
    Ha, I'd like to meet his tailor

    {Refrain}

    Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
    Doing the werewolves of London
    I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen, uh
    Doing the werewolves of London
    I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
    His hair was perfect

    Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London
    Ha, draw blood
    Ah-ooooo, werewolves of London



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