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Jimmy
01:46
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Everybody’s talking about my man
He’s tall and oh so strong
Everybody’s talking about my man
And how the love I feel is so wrong
Jimmy tell me you’re my kind of guy
Jimmy please don’t tell me any lies
Because if I can’t have my Jimmy's hand
I at least want to understand
When I'm walking down the avenue
The word is on the street
That you’re in love with somebody new
And she’s swept you off your feet
Jimmy tell me you’re my kind of guy
Jimmy please don’t tell me any lies
Because if I can’t have my Jimmy hand
I at least want to understand
Jimmy I’m lonely as can be
Won’t you come over one more time
Jimmy I’m wanting you to see
That I want to love you all the time
So please why won’t you just come clean
And tell it to me straight
Because all these rumors just aren’t my scene
And I can’t bear the wait
Jimmy tell me you’re my kind of guy
Jimmy please don’t tell me any lies
Because if I can’t have my Jimmy hand
I at least want to understand
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This here is a story
A story about a night I’ll never forget.
Have you ever had a little feeling
that one day someone out there is destined to sweep you away?
Well, it can happen and I’m proof
But I’m also proof that as soon you have found your love
They can just leave you out in the cold.
I remember
lights up in the sky
the night we met
is just a blur in my mind’s eye
but I saw your face
and you gazed down from above
and drifting up in space
is all I can dream of
drifting and falling in love
I’d always been
a shy and nervous girl
But you picked me out
from everyone else in the world
And now I can’t describe
Just what these feeling are
And I'll never feel again
How I did up in the stars
I’m in love with the man from mars
Now you might think I’m crazy
just another lunatic who is trying to feel special
Well, you had better watch whatd you say about me
Because if my boyfriend comes back in town, you are going to pay
I remember
lights up in the sky
the night we met
is just a blur in my mind’s eye
but I saw your face
and you gazed down from above
and drifting up in space
is all I can dream of
drifting and falling in love
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3. |
Jenny's Dress
02:18
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Jenny’s got a brand new dance
I wonder could I ever move that way
And when I see her shake and twist
This is what I say
I say,
Come on Jenny
Won’t you show me that dance
Oh please Jenny
Won’t you give me just one chance
Come on jenny
Can’t you hear my plead
Oh please Jenny
I want the guys
I want those guys to see me
Jenny’s got a brand new dress
Around her legs it softly sways
And when I see her shake and twist
This is what I say
I say
Come on Jenny
Won’t you give me that dress
Oh please Jenny
I only want to impress
Come on Jenny
Can’t you hear my plead
Oh please Jenny
I want the guys
I want those guys to see me
Could you understand how many times I’ve sat and watched you from afar
and how I think of you just were a movie star
I guess I’ll maybe just stay at home Get stoned and watch tv
I could never show up
Anywhere that you might be
Sometimes I hate you Jenny
Guys watch you but they never see me
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4. |
Malibu
02:13
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sneak out of your house and set the night on fire
party until dawn at the zombie zoo
I’ve got just a single desire
to fuck shit up until I’m black and blue
crack rocks in a Chevy Malibu
crack rocks in a Chevy Malibu
speeding down the highway and losing sleep
don’t know just what else to do
I’ve gone too far and am in too deep
covered in the blood of the ones I slew
crack rocks in a Chevy Malibu
crack rocks in a Chevy Malibu
You think I’m playing games
but I’ve got a list of names
And every one is going down
You think I’m playing games
Prepare to feel the flames
Maybe I’ll light up this whole town
I’ve lost my mind
and I’ve got an axe to grind
speeding down the highway committing crimes
police lights flash in my rear view
and up ahead I see a roadblock line
pedal to the floor I’ve got to break through
crack rocks in a Chevy Malibu
crack rocks in a Chevy Malibu
sneak out of your house and set the night on fire
party until dawn at the zombie zoo
I’ve got just a single desire and its
to fuck shit up until I’m black and blue
crack rocks in a Chevy Malibu
crack rocks in a Chevy Malibu
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5. |
Dad's Angry Again
01:37
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Tracked in mud
I was bad
smoked a joint
sorry dad
punched a kid
Failed a test
you always say
I’m such a pest
dad is angry again
dad is angry again
Fell asleep
in the pew
so hungover from
sniffing glue
threw a rock
at a cop
you’re always screaming
at me to stop
dad is angry again
dad is angry again
Threw a party
broke some shit
snorted coke
had a fit
I maxed out
your credit card
You always say
your life is hard
I'm chained up tight
handcuffed to a radiator
It always night
handcuffed to a radiator
no one knows my plight
handcuffed to a radiator
not a glimpse of sunlight
handcuffed to a radiator
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It’s so sad that
you’re so square
Want to taste your lips and
pull on your hair
you’re being chaste
Don’t you think
I’ll ever give up
something about you
I need to corrupt
you’re being chased
Call all of the police
watch them arrest me
Don’t think you’re smart
I’ve already won your heart
Throw me before the judge
I’ll enter a guilty plea
and you’ll just fall apart
cause I’ve already won your heart
I rock n rolled
until the break of dawn
took some shots
passed out on your lawn
I’m such a waste
I watch you stay home
and always take care
get on your knees and
say all of your prayers
You’re such a waste
Call all of the police
watch them arrest me
But don’t think you’re smart
cause I’ve already won your heart
Throw me before the jude
I’ll enter a guilty plea
You’ve known it from the start
I’ve already won your heart
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7. |
Bag of Hash
02:42
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A wad of cash
a bag of hash
I’m going to dash
for my stash
A wad of cash
a bag of hash
I’m going to crash
I’m going to smash
Follow me behind the dumpster
that’s where we will make out last stand
I might go down in a blaze of glory
with my hash pipe in my hand
Far away in a sunny dream
Hills of green are calling out our names
Lose yourself within the scene
From now on nothing will be the same
A wad of cash
a bag of hash
and in a flash
I’ve lost my cash
A wad of cash
a bag of hash
I’m going to thrash
I’m smoking ash
A wad of cash
a bag of hash
I’ve got a rash
I’ve got a gash
Follow me behind the dumpster
that’s where we will make out last stand
I might go down in a blaze of glory
With my hash pipe in my hand
Far away in a cloudless night
The stars above are spelling out our names
Lose yourself within the sight
From now on everything will change
A wad of cash
a bag of hash
and in a flash
I’ve lost my cash
A wad of cash
a bag of hash
I’m going to crash
I’m going to smash
A wad of cash
a bag of hash
I’ve got a rash
I’ve got a gash
A wad of cash
a bag of hash
I’m going to thrash
I’m smoking ash
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8. |
Surrender
03:18
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I ain’t asking for devotion
Or have any kind of greed
I’m not selling out my heart
For any just careless need
I just know one day you’ll see
Surrender
Surrender
To Me
You’re playing hard to get
But I can feel you in the trees
Calling out my name
Floating through the breeze
I just know one day you’ll be
Surrendered
Surrendered
To Me
Baby I need you
I need to hold your hand
Baby I want you
I just want you to understand
Baby I need you
To wear my wedding band
Baby I want you
You’d better run while you still can
You might think you can’t be found
You might think that you are free
But I’ll keep looking for my flower
In every field of weeds
I just know one day you’ll be
Surrendered
Surrender
To Me
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The Tycoon$ of Teen Louisville, Kentucky
the Tycoon$ of Teen are
Jason (vox/words/songs/guitar)
Yoko (vox)
Brad (bass)
Bryan (guitar)
James Ryan (drums)
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