The Continental ((aka The Painless Dentist Song (Allan Sherman))
Composer(s): Con Conrad - Herbert Magidson
Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers



Ginger: 
Beautiful music...
Dangerous rhythm...
It's something daring, The Continental
A way of dancing that's really 'entre nous'
It's very subtle, The Continental
Because it does what you want it to do
It has a passion, The Continental
An invitation to moonlight and romance
It's quite the fashion, The Continental
Because you tell of your love while you dance
Your lips whisper so tenderly
Her eyes answer your song
Two bodies swaying, The Continental
And you are saying just what you're dreaming of
So keep on dancing, The Continental
For it's a song of romance and of love
You kiss while you're dancing

(Fred: Not a bad idea)

The Continental, hmmmmm
It's continental
You sing while you're dancing
Your voice is gentle and sentimental
You stroll together arm in arm
You nonchalantly glide along with grace and charm
You will find while you're dancing
That there's a rhythm in your heart and soul
A certain rhythm that you can't control
And you will do 
The Continental all the time

Car Wash
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield
Performer(s): Rose Royce
and multiple other artists



Ooh ooh
You might not ever get rich
But let me tell ya it's better than diggin' a ditch
There ain't no tellin' who you might meet
A movie star or maybe even an Indian chief

(Workin')
At the car wash
Workin' at the car wash, girl
Come on and sing it with me
(Car wash)
Sing it with the feelin' ya'all
(Car wash, girl)

Ooh!

Some of the work gets kinda hard
This ain't no place to be if you planned on bein' a star
Let me tell you it's always cool
And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act the fool

At the car wash
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Talkin' about the car wash, girl
Come on, ya'all and sing it for me
(Car wash)
Oooh oooh oooh
(Car wash, girl)

(Work and work)
Well, those cars never seem to stop coming
(Work and work)
Keep those rags and machines humming
(Work and work)
My fingers to the bone
(Work)
Can't wait till it's time to go home 

(Hey, get your car washed today)
Fill up and you don't have to pay
Come on and give us a play
(Do the wash, right away)

(The car wash)
Talkin' 'bout the car wash
Car wash, girl
Come on, ya'all, let's sing it with me
(Car wash)
Sing it with feelin', ya'all
(Car wash, girl)

Whoa whoa whoa whoa
(Car wash)
Never seem to stop comin'
What'd I say
Keep those rags and machines hummin'
(Car wash)
Let me tell you, it's always cool ...

Fire Island
Composer(s): Henri Belolo; Phil Hurtt; 
Jacques Morali; Peter Whitehead
Performer(s): Village People



Fire isla-and (fire, fire island)
- it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
It's the place where you'll find me, the sun and sea, the place where love is free, yeah
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
You never know just who you meet, maybe someone out of your wildest fantasies, yeah
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end

Don't go in the bushes, don't go in the bushes
Don't go in the bushes, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya
Don't go in the bushes, don't go, don't go in the bushes
Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, someone might stab ya, yeah

Don't go in the bushes, no, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya
Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, someone might stab ya

Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Sea, plane or train will take you there-ere, it's a paradi-ise, there's also bus or cab, yeah
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end
We can scream, but let's sing, we can do each other's thi-ing, yeah
Fire isla-and (fire, fire island) - it's a funky weekend (funky) a funky funky weeke-end

Don't go in the bushes, don't go in the bushes, no
Don't go in the bushes, someone might grab ya, someone might grab ya
Don't go in the bushes, don't go - in the bushes
Don't go in the bushes, someone might stab ya, yeah-eah

Groove at the Ice Palace (get on down at the Monster)
Been there, been there (been there at the Blue Whale)
Peckin', I'm peckin (peckin' at the Sandpiper)
Pumpin, I'm pumpin (pumpin' at the hotel)

(Fire island, fire island) I'll take your hand (fire island) you take mine
We'll hit the groove (fire island) and really shake the times
There's a house (fire island) on your back
Boogie on down (fire island) follow me back
(Fire island, fire island) I'll take your hand (fire island) you take mine
We'll hit the groove (fire island) and really shake the times
There's a house (fire island) on your back
Boogie on down (fire island) follow me back

The Composer 
Composer(s): William "Smokey" Robinson
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes; Smokey Robinson & the Miracles



You may not know how
To make words rhyme
Carry a tune or a clap on time now
You may have no knowledge of musical things

But deep down inside of me
You have created a melody
You're the composer of the song
That my heart sings

You may not know what 
Quarter notes are
Or what I mean by Four to the Bar now
Such musical terms may be Greek to your ears

But deep down inside of me
You have created a melody
You're the composer of the song
That my heart hears

Now it's a tender song
It's like a rhapsody, a symphony
This song I find in this heart of mine
And it's begging you
Let nothing keep us apart
Oh, my darling
'Cause you put a song in my heart

Now this song that I find in my heart for you
Every lyric and line
I swear it's true
The number one song on my personal chart

Deep down inside of me
You have created a melody
You're the composer of the song
That's in my heart

Deep down inside of me
You have created a symphony
You're the composer
You put a song in my heart
You're the composer
You put a song in my heart
You're the composer
You put a song in my heart

Car Wash
Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen



Well my name is Catherine Lefèvre
I work at the Astrowash on Sunset and Vine
I drop my kids at school in the morning
And I pick them up at Mary's just 'fore suppertime
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to VW's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to VW's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none
Well someday I'll sing in a night club
I'll get a million-dollar break
A handsome man will come here with a contract in his hand
And say "Catherine, this has all been some mistake"
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm doing my time
Pick up my water bottle and my towel, sir
And I take 'em one by one
From Mercedes to VW's
I do 'em all and I don't favor none

Fire In The Hole
Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen
Performer(s): Steely Dan



I decline
To walk the line
They tell me that I'm lazy
Worldly wise
I realize
That everybody's crazy
A woman's voice reminds me
To serve and not to speak
Am I myself or just another freak

Don't you know
There's fire in the hole
And nothing left to burn
I'd like to run out now
There's nowhere left to turn

With a cough
I shake it off
And work around my yellow stripe
Should I hide
And eat my pride
Or wait until it's good and ripe
My life is boiling over
It's happened once before
I wish someone would open up the door

Don't you know
There's fire in the hole
And nothing left to burn
I'd like to run out now
There's nowhere left to turn

The Company Town Doctor (aka The Dying Doctor)
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie



Doctor Leo Hayes was our company doctor
From the big coal companies he got his pay
For thirty-nine years he tried to cure us
And now today on his deathbed lay
He called his five boys and his three daughters
And at his bed we stood around
We heard him tell the history of the coal miners
And he said, "Don't let these people down"

You are all connected with the practice of medicine
You promise you'll keep true I know
You will do your best to help these people
I close my eyes for I must go
His youngest girl was Doctor Betty
With her face so pretty and her smile so sweet
She walked the coal towns of Force and Byrndale
She saw the sewage waters flowing down the street

She saw the children drink the cankered water
She saw the chickens fly up on the roof
She saw the waters overflow the sewers
And flood their gardens of victory
She went to the big shots of the Shawmut Company
She did not beg and she did not plead
She stood flatfooted and pounded the table
Sewer pipes and bathrooms are what we need

My dady told me to fight to cure sickness
But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around
These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them
We need a foundation under every house
We need a bathroom for every family
Yes, you can set there and blink your eyes
Three hundred miners are out behind me
We will clean this town or know the reason why

I quit my job as the family doctor
I nailed up my shingle and went on my own
I carried my pillbag and waded those waters
I set by a deathbed in many a home
I saw you catch rainwater in rusty washtubs
I saw you come home dirty up out of your pits
Watched you ride with your coffin up to your graveyard
With not a nickel to pay your burying debt

On July the fifteenth from the hills around
Three hundred miners walked down through town
The state inspector was testing the water
While he was working you stood around
One miner asked him to have a drink free
The inspector looked out toward our pits
He set his hat back on his head and says
"I wouldn't drink a drop of that on a bet"

I think of my daddy and brothers and sisters
When we stood around his dying bed
When I walk the streets of the company towns
I can hear every word my daddy said
The Shawmut Company is caught in its own paws
The people not worth the money they cost
A hundred have died, three hundred not working
Thirty thousand tons of coal is lost

Since You Don't Care
((French Version: Car Tu T'en Vas (Sylvie Vartan))
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan



Arms that used to hold you so close to me
Arms that had to open, oh! and set you free
Arms that used to reach
And always find you there
Are just two empty, two empty arms
Since you don't care

Eyes that used to light up when you walked by
Eyes that never knew what it meant to cry
Eyes that watched you walk away
And left me standing there
Are just two cry-crying eyes
Since you don't care

Lips that used to talk and plan a future for two
Lips that used to kiss
You only, you know, these lips were true
Lips that used to smile
Before they kissed good-bye
Are just two silent, silent lips
Since you don't care

These empty arms
These crying eyes
These silent lips
Are all so lonely
Since you don't care

Fire Down Below
(Traditional)



Fire in the galley, fire in the house
Fire in the beef kid, scorching the scouse
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below

Fire in the cabin, fire in the hold
Fire in the strong room melting the gold
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below

Fire round the capstan, fire on the mast
Fire on the main deck, burning it fast
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below

Fire in the lifeboat, fire in the gig
Fire in the pig-stye roasting the pig
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below

Fire in the store room spoiling the food
Fire on the orlop burning the wood
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below

Fire on the waters, fire high above
Fire in our hearts for the friends that we love
Fire, fire, fire down below
Fetch a bucket of water
Fire down below

The Dying Doctor (aka The Company Town Doctor)
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie



Doctor Leo Hayes was our company doctor
From the big coal companies he got his pay
For thirty-nine years he tried to cure us
And now today on his deathbed lay
He called his five boys and his three daughters
And at his bed we stood around
We heard him tell the history of the coal miners
And he said, "Don't let these people down"

You are all connected with the practice of medicine
You promise you'll keep true I know
You will do your best to help these people
I close my eyes for I must go
His youngest girl was Doctor Betty
With her face so pretty and her smile so sweet
She walked the coal towns of Force and Byrndale
She saw the sewage waters flowing down the street

She saw the children drink the cankered water
She saw the chickens fly up on the roof
She saw the waters overflow the sewers
And flood their gardens of victory
She went to the big shots of the Shawmut Company
She did not beg and she did not plead
She stood flatfooted and pounded the table
Sewer pipes and bathrooms are what we need

My dady told me to fight to cure sickness
But I can't cure sickness with sewage all around
These germs kill people quicker than I can cure them
We need a foundation under every house
We need a bathroom for every family
Yes, you can set there and blink your eyes
Three hundred miners are out behind me
We will clean this town or know the reason why

I quit my job as the family doctor
I nailed up my shingle and went on my own
I carried my pillbag and waded those waters
I set by a deathbed in many a home
I saw you catch rainwater in rusty washtubs
I saw you come home dirty up out of your pits
Watched you ride with your coffin up to your graveyard
With not a nickel to pay your burying debt

On July the fifteenth from the hills around
Three hundred miners walked down through town
The state inspector was testing the water
While he was working you stood around
One miner asked him to have a drink free
The inspector looked out toward our pits
He set his hat back on his head and says
"I wouldn't drink a drop of that on a bet"

I think of my daddy and brothers and sisters
When we stood around his dying bed
When I walk the streets of the company towns
I can hear every word my daddy said
The Shawmut Company is caught in its own paws
The people not worth the money they cost
A hundred have died, three hundred not working
Thirty thousand tons of coal is lost

Car Tu T'en Vas
((English Version: Since You Don't Care (Sylvie Vartan))
Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan



Moi qui t'enlaçais fort
tout contre moi
moi qui te serrais si fort grisée de joie
Moi qui te sentais toujours à mes côtés
me voilà seule, seule sans toi, car tu t'en vas
Moi qui te suivais des yeux quand tu marchais
Moi, moi qui n'avais jamais encore pleuré
Moi qui te voyais partir quand je devais rester
Mes yeux en pleurent, pleurent pour toi
car tu t'en vas
Moi qui te parlais d'un avenir pour deux
Moi qui t'embrassais
toi seul, toi seul me comprenait
moi qui souriais toujours avant de nous séparer
car tu t'en vas
Mes bras sans toi
Mes yeux sans toi
Ma voix sans toi
me rendent si triste
car tu t'en vas

Each Minute Seems Like A Million Years
Composer(s): Alton Watson
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold


I have no record now of time
For you are all that's on my mind
I think of you both night and day
Each hour, of each minute you're away

Was it days or years since you left
Oh how many hours now have passed
I know I've shed ten thousand tears
Each minute seems a million years

Each night I go to bed and then
I pray that you'll come back again
When sleep won't come to drown my fears
Each minute seems a million years

'Til I'm back within your arms again
And until I find that nights do end
The time I wait for you, my dear
Each minute seems a million years

The Common, Broke Elastic, Rotten Cotton, Hound Dog Snoopin', Ankle Droopin', Funky, Fuzzy, White Sock Blues No.2
Performer(s): Dallas Frazier



It was the common, broke elastic
Rotten cotton, hound snoopin'
ankle droopin' funky fuzzy
white Sock blues number two number two

A band called Raunchy from Kansas City
Managed by a San Francisco hippie
Was gettin' stoned in San Antone
When they hired them a guitar man, named Frog Leg Jones

From starvin' situations 
and bathtub deprivation
Came the inspiration for the worldwide smash
That Frog Leg Jones composed

It was the common, broke elastic 
Rotten cotton, hound snoopin'
ankle droopin' funky fuzzy
white Sock blues number two number two

Now Frog Leg's wallet has got so fat
He wears a custom made brace for his sacroiliac
Frog Leg ain't no phony, the public knows it's true
That pork and beans and vagrancy
taught him how to stretch them things

And sing the common, broke elastic 
Rotten cotton, hound snoopin'
ankle droopin' funky fuzzy
white Sock blues number two
Number two

It was the common, broke elastic 
Rotten cotton, hound snoopin'
ankle droopin' funky fuzzy
white Sock blues number two number two

Car Trouble
Composer(s): Adam Ant
Performer(s): Adam & the Ants



Have you ever had a ride in a light blue car?
Have you ever stopped to think
Who's the slave and who's the master?
Have you ever had trouble with your automobile?
Have you ever had to push push push push?

Car trouble
You might have seen them very busy at the weekends 
licking and polishing the beep-beeps into shape 
and then its proudly up the M.1. M.2. M.3.
And keep your feet off the upholstery Ronnie
Car trouble oh yeah
And remember this
you don't need anything after an icecream
I used to sit at home silently and wonder
why all the preference is polishing the chrome
While all the mothers and the sisters and the babies sit and rot at home
Car trouble oh yeah
and remember this
you don't need anything after an icecream
Car car car trouble car car car trouble ...

E Viva España
Performer(s): Sha-Na


Na die mooie warme reis door't zonnige Spanje
Vergeet ik alles, ik denk alleen nog Spaans
Heel m'n kamer straalt van rood en van oranje
De felle kleuren van de Spaanse zon en maan
De Spaanse furie heeft me zo verward
Dat temperament veroverde m'n hart

Ik hou van dansen en muziek
E viva España
Van oude trots en romantiek
E viva España
Een serenade aan 't balkon
E viva España
Geef mij maar alle dagen zon
España por favor

In m'n handen klepperen de castagnetten
En de flamengo die stamp ik met mijn voet
Ik draag enkel Andalousische toiletten
En op mijn hoofd staat een grote zwarte hoed
Ik hou van vino en van cabial
De Spaanse keuken is een festival

Ik hou van dansen en muziek
E viva España
Van oude trots en romantiek
E viva España
Een serenade aan 't balkon
E viva España
Geef mij maar alle dagen zon
España por favor

Ik hou van dansen en muziek
E viva España
Van oude trots en romantiek
E viva España
Een serenade aan 't balkon
E viva España
Geef mij maar alle dagen zon
España por favor
España por favor

The Comin' Of The Lord
Composer(s): Randall Dennis
Performer(s): First Call



Don't you see the signs are showin' that His comin' is at hand
I do believe that the time is near
Can't you see that days are dangerous with the wicked ways of man
Even mountains rock n' roll with fear
Don't you know He's comin' like a thief in the night
And that the day will come so quickly like the twinklin' of an eye
It's the comin' of the Lord
There are wars and wars and rumors of more wars and wars and more
All creation groans with birthin' pains
Any moment we will see Him comin' on the clouds
And just the thought of seein' Jesus makes my spirit sing out loud
Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we're ready
We are waiting, we stand steady
With our arms outstretched to greet the comin' of our King
Won'tcha come on, come on, come on
Well, the day is swift upon us when ol' Grabriel blows his horn
And the righteous rise to meet Him in the air
I can hardly wait to greet the One that I adore
Just the thought of seein' Jesus makes my soul sing all the more

Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we are ready
We are waiting, we stand steady
With our arms outstretched to greet the comin' of our King
Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we're stayin'
Hey, You know we've been waitin' for You
In Your will and we keep prayin'
We believe Your returning is true
You will find us working, watching, waiting patiently
Won'tcha come on, come on
Oh, what a glorious day that will be
What a day that will be
When my sweet Jesus I see
Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we are ready
We are waiting, we stand steady
With our arms outstretched to greet the comin' of our King
Won'tcha come on, come on
Lord come quickly, Lord we're stayin'
Hey, You know we've been waitin' for You
In Your will and we keep prayin'
We believe Your returning is true
You will find us working, watching, waiting patiently
Won'tcha come on, come on
Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come
We are waiting for You

Car On A Hill
Composer(s): Joni Mitchell
Performer(s): Joni Mitchell



I've been sitting up waiting for my sugar to show
I've been listening to the sirens and the radio
He said he'd be over three hours ago
I've been waiting for his car on the hill
He makes friends easy
He's not like me
I watch for judgement anxiously
Now where in the city can that boy be
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill

He's a real good talker--I think he's friend
Fast tires come screaming around the bend
But there's still no buzzer
They roll on...
And-I'm waiting for his car on the hill
It always seems so righteous at the start
When there's so much laughter
When there's so much spark
When there's so much sweetness in the dark
Waiting for a car
Climbing
Climbing
Climbing the hill

E Un Giorno...
Composer(s): Francesco Guccini
Performer(s): Francesco Guccini



E un giorno ti svegli stupita e di colpo ti accorgi
Che non sono più quei fantastici giorni all'asilo
Di giochi, di amici e se ti guardi attorno non scorgi
Le cose consuete, ma un vago e indistinto profilo...
E un giorno cammini per strada e ad un tratto comprendi
Che non sei la stessa che andava al mattino alla scuola
Che il mondo là fuori t'aspetta e tu quasi ti arrendi
Capendo che a battito a battito è l'età che s'invola...
E tuo padre ti sembra più vecchio e ogni giorno si fa più lontano
Non racconta più favole e ormai non ti prende per mano
Sembra che non capisca i tuoi sogni sempre tesi fra realtà e sperare
E sospesi fra voglie alternate di andare e restare...
Di andare e restare...
E un giorno ripensi alla casa e non è più la stessa
In cui lento il tempo sciupavi quand'eri bambina
In cui ogni oggetto era un simbolo ed una promessa
Di cose incredibili e di caffellatte in cucina...
E la stanza coi poster sul muro ed i dischi graffiati
Persi in mezzo ai tuoi libri e a regali che neanche ricordi
Sembra quasi il racconto di tanti momenti passati
Come il piano studiato e lasciato anni fa su due accordi...
E tuo padre ti sembra annoiato e ogni volta si fa più distratto
Non inventa più giochi e con te sta perdendo il contatto...
E tua madre lontana e presente sui tuoi sogni ha da fare e da dire
Ma può darsi non riesca a sapere che sogni gestire...
Che sogni gestire...
Poi un giorno in un libro o in un bar si farà tutto chiaro
Capirai che altra gente si è fatta le stesse domande
Che non c'è solo il dolce ad attenderti, ma molto d'amaro
E non è senza un prezzo salato diventare grande...
I tuoi dischi, i tuoi poster saranno per sempre scordati
Lascerai sorridendo svanire i tuoi miti felici
Come oggetti di bimba, lontani ed impolverati
Troverai nuove strade, altri scopi ed avrai nuovi amici...
Sentirai che tuo padre ti è uguale, lo vedrai un po' folle, un po' saggio
Nello spendere sempre ugualmente paura e coraggio
La paura e il coraggio di vivere come un peso che ognuno ha portato
La paura e il coraggio di dire: "io ho sempre tentato
Io ho sempre tentato..."

Da Doo Ron Ron
((Adapted from: Da Doo Ron Ron (When He Walked Me Home) (The Crystals) - 1963))
((French Version: Da Doo Ron Ron (Frank Alamo) - 1963))
Composer(s): Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Phil Spector - Juha Vainio
Performer(s): Mona Carita - 1979



Masan oma kotitalo vallattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kukkapenkki tullessa jo tallattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Masan faijan baarikaappi avattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Pikkubroidi sisältä sen tavattiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Maikun jumpperille Masa antautui
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kova mökä komerosta kantautui
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Emääni mä koetin vähän piristää
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Stereoita tahto se vain kiristää
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Masan faija himaan tuli ajallaan
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Kämppä oli atomeina hajallaan
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Anteeks’ anottiin
kaikki sanottiin
“Syöksy jo sementtiin!”
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron

Kaikki balettiin
niin me alettiin
Syöksy sementtiin
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
da doo ron...

Car Jamming
Composer(s): The Clash
Performer(s): The Clash



Tonight they're closing up the world
They're sweeping smoke from cigarettes
But what is that funk multi-national anthem 
Rockin' from a thousand King Kong cassette decks

And then a shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness
Agent Orange color blindness
As he works from door to door

The violence in the carpets
The arrow of his wife
(In a car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
(In a car jam)

In homesteads of cigar box
The radios hive like bees
(In a car jam)
The body in the ice box 
has no date for freeze
(In a car jam)

In the car jam

Selling is what selling sells
Well, only saints on the 7th Avenue
Can sell the seven hells

Fannin' out the drug afflicted 
Leperizin' zone
Once inside the executive
He never leaves his home, no

Gorillas drag their victiims
Hyenas try to sue
(In a car jam)
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo 
(In a car jam)

By-ventilation units where towers
Where towers meet the streets
(In a car jam)
The ragged stand in bags
Soakin' heat up through their feet

This was the only kindness
It was accidental too

In a car jam
In a car jam

Now shakin' single engined planes
Trafficking stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
An' drowned out Missa Luba

An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba
An' drowned out Missa Luba

I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
(In a car jam)
I swear, hey fellas, hey fellas
Lauren Bacall
(In a car jam)

In a car jam
Yeah, I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah, yeah positively, absolutely

In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam