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Greg Camp
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now you're an All Star get your game on, go play
Hey now you're a Rock Star get the show on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The waters getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire how about yours
That's the way I like it and I never get bored
Chorus
Chorus
Somebody once asked could you spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Chorus
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It ain't no joke I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey I know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack I know it went out but it's back.
It's just like any fad it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with it and hip
If you got the goods they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique
Chorus:
So don't delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun you might as well be walkin' on the sun
Twenty-five years ago they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin' man what the hell happened
Then some were spellbound some were hellbound
Some they fell down and some got back up and
Fought back 'gainst the melt down
And their kids were hippie chicks all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it
Repeat Chorus
It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no godlike hocus-pocus
So don't sit back kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at 10:00 your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate
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Your friends keep telling me
I bear a striking resemblance to someone you used to know
But baby's it's me
So why the hell do you keep calling me "Flo"
And I would hope
That you would have the decency to
Let me go
In case of an emergency
But you keep reassuring me
Telling me to just quit tripping on it
And maybe its me
I guess that I should probably get a grip on it
"But" its hard to do
Every time I see that tattoo
Over your heart
It ain't right I cant even look at you
Why you doing what you're doing
You should be doing what you want
Who the fuck you think you're fooling
She's the one you want
Florence if you hear this wont you
Come and take your girlfriend back
She's been calling out your name
Every time were in the sack
She's been a mess since you've been apart
So Flo if you had half a heart
Florence can you hear me
Can you hear me Flo
Florence can you hear
Can you hear me Flo
Were been going for a while
But lately she's been somewhere else
She don't even smile
And I think its a cry for "help"
And I would pray
That you would have the common courtesy
To take her away
It aint right she don't belong to me
Why you doing what you're doing
You should be doing what you want
You're the only one your fooling
She's the one the one you want
Florence if you hear this wont you come and pick your
Girlfriend up
She's been talking in her sleep and I think I've had enough
She's been a wreck since you've been away
So Flo if you have something to say
Florence can you hear
Can you hear me Flo
Florence can you hear
Can you hear me Flo
Florence can you hear
Can you hear me Flo
Florence can you hear
Can you hear me
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I don't love you but I want to
Just give me something that I cant hold on to
Come on baby and speed your lust to me
Here's my number on a cocktail napkin
Think about it like a loaded weapon
Cock the hammer and point that thing at me
Chorus:
Why don't you call(3x)
Kill me for the thrill of it all
I want someone anyone
Tall ones short ones skinny ones
I want someone anyone
You spend your nights at home crying
I spend mine death defying
I call it testing morality
So pull the goggles down over your eyes
Say good night to the rest of the barflies
I'm forever yours temporarily
Repeat Chorus
I want someone anyone
Drunk ones spun ones anyone
I want someone anyone
Fat ones whacked ones give me some
I want someone anyone
Spend some rent one lend me one
Fun ones dumb ones gypsy chicks on rocks
Done ones even chicks with chicken pox
I want someone anyone(4x)
Drunk ones spun ones give me some
I want someone anyone
Fat ones whacked ones anyone
I want someone anyone
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Why can't we be friends (4x)
I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya 'round for a long long time
I really, I really, I really remember when you drank my wine
Why can't we be friends (4x)
I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya walkin' down in Chinatown
I called ya, I called ya, I called but you did not look around
I pay my, I pay my, I pay my money to the welfare line
I seen ya, I seen ya, I seen ya standing in it everytime
Why can't we be friends (4x)
The color, the color, the color of your skin don't matter to me
As long as, as long as, long as we can live in harmony
I kinda, I kinda, I kinda, like to be the president
And I could, and I could, and I could show you how your money's spent
Why can't we be friends (4x)
Sometimes I don't speak right
But did I know what I was talking about
I know you're working for the CIA
They wouldn't have you in the mafia
Why can't we be friends (4x)
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Greg Camp
Tell me why we're all gluttons for pain
The girl is totally insane
She doesn't know the meaning of tame
Still I can't put out the flame
Hey hey I wanna play on the team that you despise
Every day a new disguise
Every night a Halloween
She says keep the motor runnin' man
Like I was some machine
You can talk talk but I'm keepin' her stock
I wouldn't even change a thing
Why fight you've got me roped and tied
I hit your baited line
I'm so diggin' your scene
I said you're playing with my head
I could split instead
I'm so diggin' your scene
On you like a hungry tick
Like a junkie knows he ought to kick
But I don't want to be dope sick
So I scramble for a fix
Voodoo and sorcery too I can't shake your freaky spell
Chorus
Can anybody tell me why we're Springer bound
Why we feel so up when we're kept down
On a short leash behind a barbed wire fence
With no chance of parole on a life sentence
My friends tell me I should run
They say they think she's got a gun
But that just only turns me on
Right on Right on Right on
Hey hey I wanna play for the team that you despise
Chorus
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Greg Camp
I'm lookin' at my watch
At all the time that's been stolen
When I was carrying you
It seems I've tripped and I've fallen
Don't want no one to ache
Oh to be drunk and forgetful
To get out of this unscathed
Oh to be free and inhuman
Some may say I love to play
When the chance is there to take
I'm moppin' up the floor
From messy recipes of romance
I'm packin' up the pots
Too many cooks in the kitchen
Some may say I love to let a good thing go to waste
I let it go to waste
Let a good thing go to waste a good thing go to waste
Let a good thing go to waste a good thing go to waste
I'm lookin' at my watch
At all the time that's been stolen
When I was carrying you
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Greg Camp
Paint the town take a bow
Thank every body you're gonna do it again
You are the few the proud
You are the antibody, mind, soul and Zen
And the world's a stage
And the world's a faze and the end is near
So push rewind just in time
Thank anybody you're gonna do it again
The way that you walk
It's just the way that you talk like it ain't no thing
And every single day is just a fling
Then the morning comes
Take your knocks shake them off
Duck everybody you're gonna take them again
You are your foe, your friend
You are the paparazzi
You are the tragedian
And the world's a craze
And the world's a faze and the end is near
So push rewind just in time
Thank anybody you're gonna do it again
Chorus
And when it comes it moves so slow
Kind of like it's saying "I told you so"
Looking back before she goes
Tomorrow's gonna hurt
And the world's a stage
And the world's a faze and the end is near
So push rewind just in time
Thank anybody
Chorus
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Greg Camp, Steve Harwell
Walking out of the door I'm on my way can you tell me just where I'm going
Occupational skills would you give me a clue what to do cause my minds in motion
Just trying to relax I find myself on the couch with big plans but there's always tomorrow
Is something wrong with me or the way that I'm thinking
Come on Come on and tell me why you're staring
Come on Come on it must be what I'm wearing
Come on Come on and tell me why's it taking so long for you to recognize and stop
Another day in the sun I'm having fun feel the heat sneaking up on me
I take a look in the sky a plane goes by is that the reason that I can't breathe
I take a look and I wonder why, why these birds don't fly
It's hard for me to see and I believe my oh my
Chorus
I took a trip to the bar does my money go far can you show me just how to spend it
Moving around I like the sound I find myself looking pretty stupid
If I had a gal she'd be in a dress I better slow my drinking down
If I don't get it together tonight they're gonna run me out of town
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I can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Yes it's true
Baby yes it's true
Whenever we kiss I get a feeling like this
I get to wishin that there was two of you
My heart cries out more baby
It feels so nice I want your arms to wrap around me twice
I can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Right or Wrong
Baby Right or Wrong
When you had to go I hated the thought
I always wish the night was twice as long
My heart cries out more baby
I love you so much
I wish that there was more of you to touch
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
YAAAAA
Whenever we kiss I get a feeling like this
I get to wishing that there was two of you
My heart cries out more baby
I love you so much
I wish that there was more of you to touch
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
Can't get enough of you baby
I can't get enough of you baby
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Watching for a sound to lead me to where ever you go
I can't help it I will always love you
Chorus:
It used to be no words could come between us
Any time was right for secret meetings
It's different now and when you speak
Every word means no (2x)
I'm thinking of things that come to life
Your going through some things so shallow
Theres nothing to fight
It used to be no words could come between us
Any time was right for secret meetings
It's different now and when you speak
Every word means no (2x)
I'm a slave I'm anything
I haven't lost my way
I'm looking around in directions
'Cause all I ever thought about was you
Predicting puts me down on shaky ground
I keep thinking your looking at me
Do you want me around
It used to be no words could come between us
Any time was right for secret meetings
It's different now and when you speak
Every word means no (2x)
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Momma tole me, "Boy, you best behave,
'Cause Santa keeps a list of all his favs.
And if you don't shape up, you ain't gettin' squat."
But the devil on my shoulder's gettin' hot.
Hotter than Heaven, Cool outta sight.
If I'm gonna do wrong, I'm gonna do it right.
So he took me for a ride in 'is Cadillac,
Stolen from a cleptomaniac, at a horse-race track.
I said, "Sir, it's Christmas Eve'eople should be home in bed."
Instead, he said,
"You merry gentle men always bet on red."
The Duke of Deception, Malice, and Spite.
If I'm gonna do wrong, I'm gonna do it right.
When you're done, you're really done.
We look back and say, Hey, that was fun.
When all you wanted was a BB gun,
Santa Claus never did come.
{Interlude}
When you're done, you're really done.
We look back and say, Hey, that was fun.
So he took me for a ride in 'is big ol' sleigh.
We flew around the world in just one day.
Johnny Mathis sang.
I said, "Sir, what you got for me in that sled?"
Instead, he said,
"Boy, you been bettin' on a darker shade of red."
Hotter than Heaven, Cool outta sight.
Duke of Deception, Malice, and Spite.
Johnny is singin',
(Johnny is singin',)
"Remember tonight:
If you gotta do wrong,
You better do it RIGHT."
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In the mornin you go gunnin'
For the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin'
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin'
And they put you on the street
CHORUS:
You go back Jack do it again
Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back Jack do it again
When you know she's no high climber
Then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer
And you're sure you're near the end
Then you love a little wild one
And she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin'
You'll be on your knees tomorrow cryin'
CHORUS
Now you swear and kick and beg us
That you're not a gamblin' man
Then you find you're back in Vegas
With a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money
So you hide them when you're able
In the land of milk and honey
You must put them on the table
CHORUS
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Do you believe everything that you read
Everything that you see on the set
You look around at your sleepy little town
And think that this is as good as it gets
Well what you're lookin' at is heaven-sent
CHORUS
Every day is a getaway when all of it goes unsaid
I got a holiday a paid holiday
I got a holiday in my head
And what you want, what you really need
Are two different things wouldn't you say
The line is thin between fun and sin
And we're all clockin' in for the day
And our only care is what to wear
CHORUS
Every day is a getaway when all of it goes unsaid
I got a holiday a paid holiday
I got a holiday in my head
BRIDGE
I got a job but I've got a problem
'Cause I eat too much and I can't afford to solve it
When I'm savin' up for that cruise to the Caymans
And I'm hittin' the snooze so I can keep on dreamin'
INSTRUMENTAL
I'm just tryin' to realize
I'm just dyin' to open my eyes
I'm just lookin' for paradise in my living room
CHORUS
Every day is a getaway when all of it goes unsaid
I got a holiday a paid holiday
I got a holiday in my head
I've got a holiday a paid holiday
I got a holiday in my head
I've got a holiday a paid holiday
I've got a holiday in my head
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Get your motor runnin'
California Interstate 1
Pacific Coast Party
If you got to work today
Get yourself a new vocation
Pacific Coast Party
You don't have to mind father time mother nature
Get yourself in line take your time
And watch it slip away
Just quit your bitchin' bite your tongue
Save it for a rainy day, son
Pacific Coast Party
Get your ticket pack your bags
Come and join the celebration
Pacific Coast Party
If you wanna find peace of mind come and get it
Get yourself in line take your time
And watch it slip away
Pacific Coast Party
CHORUS
Hey I heard somebody say work harder than you play
But I never missed a single day's party
Word I never heard a word I turned the other way
Pacific Coast Party
INSTRUMENTAL (GROOVY)
You don't have to mind father time mother nature
Get yourself in line take your time
And watch it slip away
CHORUS
Hey I heard somebody say work harder than you play
But I never missed a single day's party
Word I never heard a word I turned the other way whooooowooo
Pacific Coast Party
Hey I heard somebody say work harder than you play
But I never missed a single day's party
Word I never heard a word I turned the other way
Pacific Coast Party
Pacific Coast Party (Pacific Coast Party)
Pacific Coast Party
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If you don't wanna be
Like all the rest of them
Like all my so called friends
Walk with me, stand by me
Take what you want from me
Get what you feel you need
If it means that much to
Take it please
Chorus:
If you don't come if you don't go
If you think there's something I should know
You can come and share your misery with me
Yeah with me
Why don't you understand
That my hearts lying in your hands
You squeeze and bleed me dry
I try to live you want me to die
If it means that much to you
If you think there's something I should do
Take what you want from me
Get what you need take it please
If you don't come if you don't go
If you think there's something I should know
You can come and share your misery with me
Yeah with me
If you don't come if you don't go
If you think there's something I should know
You can come and share your misery with me
Yeah with me
If you don't come if you don't go
If you think there's something I should know
You can come and share your misery with me
Yeah with me
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from "Austin Powers: Goldmember" soundtrack
Who is the man making a scene, fashion of green
Living it out and living it up to his name
Who wants some lovers gold, silver tone
Tipping it out it has claimed to fame
I'm a mystery man I'm doing what I can
With a continental international plan
So
Come on now, it's all now
This play is here to stay
Let me break you down, let me make you understand
Don't you know your history
I feel it, I mean it
This play is here to stay
You're a woman I'm your man, this ain't no mystery
Who is the guy looking back, coming back
Making it up so he goes and he knows
That she'll come around turn up frowned outside down
Breaking it up before it gets to world
The keeny causes the girl some danger
My teeny hangover
He ain't no stranger to London, Paris, New York and Japan
I'm bringing home the bacon in a frying pan
?????? Chinatown
If you're down then I'm your mystery man
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Things are getting weird, things are getting tough
Nothing's making sense but you keep on looking up
They tell you to be true, you're trying every day
You keep it on the real, still you gotta find a way
To make your mama happy, to make your papa proud
You gotta turn it up but all you hear is turn it down
So gather round I'm here to say
You'll never make everybody's day
But while you're around you might as well
Catch the tiger by his tail
And hang on hang on hang on
Everybody just
Get on get on get on get started
Just go on go on go on
Everybody just hang on
Sometimes I wanna cry and throw the towel in
They try to beat me down but I'll take it on the chin
And everywhere I go the people are the same
They just wanna know that everything will be OK
Things are getting rough, turn it back around
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I know she likes her magazines
Of what they're wearing down in Hollywood
I know she wants green tea ice cream
Just for fun, melting in the sun
She likes her jokes as long as they're bad
And I'll laugh anyway
But I'll never really know her
She told me all I really need to know is that
She'll always get her way
She knows that she will always get away with it
She likes to take me out so I
Can watch her dance with her girlfriends
Cool boys playing pool stop and stare at the way she moves
Dancing Queen is blaring
She likes to know that she will be driving me home
Because I'm too slow
She likes the primetime TV shows
And her secret crush on David Letterman
But she could never let her friends know
She's pure punk rock at a ripe 27
I know these things
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