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“CRACK, CRACK HEART ATTACK”
Crack crack heart attack, try it once never come back
Crack crack its a whack, try it twice never come back
Crack crack heart attack, try it all you like never come back
Never come back
Suck on the glass 1,2,3 Suck on the glass for me
Spend your money, sell your soul, let your body lose control
Don’t think about tomorrow, don’t care about today, this is
your chance to get away
Away
(Chorus)
Vacant buildings, unsafe streets, ghetto warfare for your treat
Twenty dollars, maybe more, show your face at the door
Get there early, before the rest, while the stuff is still the
best
Best
(Chorus)
Come one, come all, bring your friends, there’s no beginning,
there’s no end
Doesn’t matter if you’re black, doesn’t matter if you’re white,
doesn’t matter if its morning, noon, or night
You’ll be satisfied, you’ll be fine, just as long as you hold
onto your white line
White line
Crack crack heart attack
Crack crack heart attack
Crack crack heart attack
Never come back
Crack crack heart attack
Crack crack heart attack
Crack crack heart attack
Never come back
Never come back
Never come back
Never come back
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2. |
Va-Va-Vavoom
03:10
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"VA-VA-VAVOOM"
I can’t get enough
Of your hot stuff
Cause my fantasy
Happens to be
We haven’t met
At least not yet
But today’s the day
You hear me say
My heart goes vavoom
Va-va-vavoom
When you come in the room
Va-va-vavoom
It’s the way that you walk
Va-va-vavoom
It’s the way you talk
Va-va-vavoom
Ma cherie amour
Let’s do it on the floor
On table and chairs
Swinging from chandeliers
Now the jury is hung
Let’s have some fun
The train’s comin’ oh
You make my whistle blow
(chorus)
Getting freaky, me and you
Hide and seeky, till its blue
Getting nasty, getting sweet
Its shagadelic, it can’t be beat
Its shagadelic, its such a treat
(Chorus)
My heart goes vavoom
Va-va-vavoom
When you come in the room
Va-va-vavoom
It’s the way that you walk
Va-va-vavoom
It’s the way that you shag
Va-va-vavoom, Va-va-vavoom, va-va-va-va-va-va-va-va-vavoom
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3. |
Top of the World
03:44
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..........................................“TOP OF THE WORLD”
I’m on top of the world (4x)
Some day I’ll be famous
On Page Six of The Post
I’ll be a Jeopardy question
Number one coast to coast
I’ll be up close at all the fights
Sexy models to my left and my right
I’m on top of the world
I’m on top of the world
I’m on top of the world and I’m not coming down
Rolling out the red carpet
Right to my limousine door
Paparazzi keeps popping
They always ask for one more
Caviar, cigars, and D.P.
Its always first class when you party with me
I’m on top of the world
I’m on top of the world
I’m on top of the world
I’m on top of the world
I’m on top of the world and I’m not coming down
The stars are brightest on the walk of fame
My fans are lined up and so’s my cocaine
I’ll throw a tantrum if I don’t get my way
All I ever asked was to be king for a day
(Chorus)
Someday I’ll be famous
Number one coast to coast
I’m on top of the world – top of the world (3x)
I’m on top of the world
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“WANNA BE A DEAD ROCK STAR”
They love you forever
The deader the better
Get your souvenir crap
While they peel back your cap
You can’t control
When you sell your soul
Once you sign on the dotted line
Its your time
Baby, its your time
Wanna be a dead rock star, no worries, no hassles
Wanna be a dead rock star, in a storybook castle
Wanna be a dead rock star, and sleep with fanatics
Wanna be a dead rock star, in a band with drug addicts
Elvis you’re looking thinner
Have a pizza for dinner
Better find Mama Cass
Better deep fry her ass
You got it made
All your dues are paid
Once you sign on the dotted line
Its your time
Baby, its your time
(Chorus)
You can’t control
When you sell your soul
Once you sign on the dotted line
Its your time
Baby, its your time
(Chorus)
Wanna be a dead rock star, wanna be a dead rock star
Wanna be a dead rock star, wanna be a dead rock star
I wanna hit a tree when I’m skiing
I wanna swallow my own vomit
I wanna shoot myself in the head
I wanna freebase at 30,000 feet and burst into flames
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5. |
Red Lower Level
03:14
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“RED LOWER LEVEL”
I’m your poet, don’t you know it
Thriller of the chicks, killer of the mix
The party master, there’s nobody faster
They say that sinners make the greatest saints
Red lower level
Red lower level
We each have a devil
On red lower level
Overnight star, no telling how far
Fast cash flows, make more dough
Camera flash, all night bash
Step off a Lear, Lamborghini in gear
(Chorus)
Where have I been
What city am I in
Carted everywhere
People stop and stare
DB’s never slack
With King Kong Marshall stacks
Everyone has their devil
On red lower level
Video shoot, don’t touch the toot
Enjoy the fast pace, I’m your headcase
When the year is done, vacation in the sun
Then my friends, we’ll start again
(Chorus) 3X
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6. |
Around
03:40
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"AROUND"
I’m looking for action
Some kind of sweet satisfaction
A chemical reaction
A sexual attraction
In the midnight hour under me
We come together naturally
Around round round we go
Around round fast and slow
Around round up and down
Around round round round round
Its dark in there
Where two bodies share
The smell of sweat in the air
Skin glistening and bare
In the morning sunlight as we lay
Slip away, slip away
Around round round we go
Around round fast and slow
Around round up and down
Around round round round round
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7. |
She's So Fine
04:37
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"SHE’S SO FINE”
I love my women wicked
Public enemy bad
Whip me into shape baby
Best I ever had
Come to daddy
In your red satin lace
Don’t stop now
Let’s pick up the pace
Turn your love-light on for me baby
Won’t you drive me crazy
She’s so fine
I wanna tell you that you’re mine all mine
She’s all mine
I wanna tell you that you’re fine so fine
She’s so fine
I wanna tell you that you’re mine all mine
She’s all mine
I wanna tell you that you’re fine so fine
Make me beg for mercy
Grind me to the bone
I’ll be your captive
And hard as stone
But I know a good thing baby
And I won’t let go
So don’t you turn your back on me baby
Can’t you see I’m ready
(chorus)
She’s so fine
I wanna tell you that you’re mine all mine
She’s all mine
I wanna tell you that you’re fine so fine
Oh yeah
I wanna tell you that you’re mine all mine
She’s all mine
I wanna tell you that you’re fine so fine
She’s so fine
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8. |
Cover Girl
04:12
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“COVER GIRL”
Cover girl, closer to me
Cover girl
I see you on all the covers of those fancy magazines
Selling your lipstick and your scented body creams
Flashbulbs popping, smile, say cheese
Baby makes me weak in the knees
You’re just so perfect, all of the time
Our eyes met and now you’re all mine
You’ve got the life, you’ve got the look
Million dollar legs is all that it took
You own the runway with your walk
‘Scuse me while I sit here and gawk
Cover girl, come closer to me
Cover girl
Cover girl, so much to see
Cover girl
The days are longer and you’re always on the run
Its not so easy trying to stay at number one
Dance all night, drinks at your side
Jump in the limo, enjoying the ride
New York, Paris, and maybe Milan
My girl, you’re the bomb
Your fame grows day by day
The crowds gets larger, you’re on your way
The money’s insane, and so are you
There’s no one else who can do what you do
Cover girl, come closer to me
Cover girl
Cover girl, so much to see
Cover girl
Cover girl, come closer to me
Cover girl
Cover girl, so much to see
Cover girl
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9. |
One More Chance
03:36
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"ONE MORE CHANCE"
Place your bets, play to win
Get your chips, let’s begin
Spin the wheel, pull the arm
Can I have another card
Can I have just one more
One more chance
At losing my pants
One more buck
On old lady luck
One more shot
While I’m feeling hot
One more roll
And a card in the hole
Red carpet, jewels, and crown
High rollers come to town
Comp me everywhere I go
Sit back enjoy the show
Sit back for one more
(Chorus)
Frankie and Sammy were sweethearts
Dino and Joey were too
They took their craps on green tables
And had lots of showgirls to screw
Now I wish I had some too
(Chorus) (3x)
One more chance (6x)
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10. |
Ticker Tape
04:30
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“TICKER TAPE”
I just bought stock in war
I hope tomorrow the price soars
Barbed wires a bitch, but I’ve got this itch
Rooting for war’s gonna make me rich
I just bought stock in cancer
I’ll make a killing when they find the answer
Lab rats are nice, but so are white mice
You get them for half the price
Here it comes again
Here comes my friend
The ticker tape never ends
The ticker tape never ends
I just bought stock in disasters
So what if I’m a big fat bastard
Droughts are too slow, earthquakes are the way to go
Always sell high and buy low
I just bought stock in jails
Hope the judge denies the bad ones bail
If I had my say, I’d lock them all away
Let a horny guy named Bubba have his way
(Chorus)
Who cares what stocks you buy
No one’s ever gonna ask you why
No one’s ever gonna learn, or be concerned
What you’ve got your soul invested in
(Chorus)
The ticker tape never ends
The ticker tape never ends
The ticker tape never ends
The ticker tape never ends
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“WHERE’S THE PARTY EARTHLING?”
Alone in my car
Driving through the night
Out of dark skies
Comes this crazy light
First my engine fails
My hair does a Don King
Out pops ET
He says where’s the party earthling
Where’s the action
Where’s the girls, where’s the beer
Where’s the party earthling
I’m a wild party alien dude
I’m looking for a solar girl
You call this a party world
Oh where’s the party earthling
Tonight
I snuck out Dad’s ship
To go cruising for chicks
It goes the speed of light
Hope Earth girls dig it quick
We’ll go to the drive-in
Then we’ll get a bite
Did your world get Hard Rock’s yet
Can we party all night
(Chorus)
Tonight
You and I can take a trip - out of this world, out of this world
Across the galaxy we go - looking for girls, looking for girls,
looking for girls, girls, girls, girls
Where’s the party earthling
I’m a wild party alien dude
I’m looking for a solar girl
You call this a party world
Oh where’s the party earthling
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
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12. |
You're Turning Me Gray
03:41
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13. |
I Wanna Rock
03:19
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15. |
Don't Pass Me By
03:10
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16. |
You Suck (Mr. Vampire)
02:53
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“YOU SUCK, MR. VAMPIRE”
You suck
You suck
You suck Mr. Vampire
You suck Mr. Vampire
You suck so bad
Out late every night, relationships just a bite
Transylvanian transfusion, look into his eyes you’ll be losing
Mirror worship ain’t your bag, in your wedding pictures your wife went stag
You chew on the donors at the Red Cross drive, Coroner’s office
dead or alive
(Chorus)
Sleep all day you lazy bum, don’t fall asleep in the sun
Blood type A, Blood type B; hold the garlic on your linguini
Holy water causes irritation, wooden stakes deadly penetration
You turn batty in a flash, no frills flying saves on the cash
(Chorus)
Your favorite color is blood red
All your friends end up dead
You’ve got a pine box for a bed
You suck - Mr. Vampire (8x)
You suck so bad
You suck so bad
You suck so bad, so bad
You suck so bad
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17. |
Three Cheers
03:56
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Wood Shampoo New York, New York
WOOD SHAMPOO'S CRACK, CRACK HEART ATTACK, mastered by Bob Ludwig, is an unabashed, gloriously simplistic and yet many- colored rock & roll tour de force. It is a collection of pop-routed gems of the guilty pleasure variety that so few seem able write any more and steeped in a proud tradition of dirty secrets, hedonistic pleasures, coy turns of phrase, tasty guitars, enigmatic vocals & edgy hooks. ... more
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