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II was getting a bit long in posts...so...

Here comes III

Lovin' Every Minute of It

I’m not man or machine

I’m just something in between

I’m all love, a dynamo

So push the button and let me go

Bridge:

You want me to come alive

Just flick the switch into overdrive

You and me can let it be

Ready-aim-fire

Chorus:

Touch that dial - turn me on

Start me like a motor, make me run

Lovin’ every minute of it

Lovin’ every minute of it

Turn that dial all the way

Shoot me like a rocket into space

Lovin’ every minute of it

Lovin’ every minute of it

Lovin’ every minute of it

I got fun - you got deal

You wanna drive then take the wheel

You and me can let it be

Ready-aim-fire

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Suddenly I see - KT Tunstall

Her face is a map of the world

Is a map of the world

You can see she's a beautiful girl

She's a beautiful girl

And everything around her is a silver pool of light

The people who surround her feel the benefit of it

It makes you calm

She holds you captivated in her palm

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)

This is what I wanna be

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)

Why the hell it means so much to me

I feel like walking the world

Like walking the world

You can hear she's a beautiful girl

She's a beautiful girl

She fills up every corner like she's born in black and white

Makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember

What you heard

She likes to leave you hanging on her word

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)

Suddenly I See Lyrics

This is what I wanna be

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)

Why the hell it means so much to me

And she's taller than most

And she's looking at me

I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine

Oh she makes me feel like I could be a tower

A big strong tower

She got the power to be

The power to give

The power to see

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)

This is what I wanna be

Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)

Why the hell it means so much to me

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^ I love that song! Here's one I'm considering nominating for a Top Ten soon:

A Girl Like You - The Smithereens

I used to travel in the shadows

And I never found the nerve to try and walk up to you

But now I am a man and I know that there's no time to waste

There's too much to lose

Girl you say anything at all, and you know that you can call

And I'll be right there for you

First love, heartbreak, tough luck, big mistake

What else can you do

CHORUS

I'll say anything you want to hear

I'll see everything through

I'll do anything I have to do

Just to win the love of a girl like you, a girl like you

People talk and people stare, tell them I don't really care

This is the place I should be

And if they think it's really straange for a girl like you

To be in love with someone like me

I wanna tell them all to go to hell

That we're doing very well without them you see

That's just the way it is and they will see

I am yours and you are mine the way it should be

CHORUS

Now if I seem a little wild, there's no holding back

I'm trying to get a message to you

I won't take anything from anyone

I won't walk and I won't run, I believe in you

London, Washington, anywhere you are I'll run

Together we'll be

Inside, outside, got my pride

I won't let him take you from me

CHORUS

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Boot It!

(uses the tune of "Beat it". Richard Stallman wrote it in 2001.)

When your computer doesn't do what you type,

And half the screen is covered with a big white stripe,

The vendor won't pay any mind to your gripe,

So boot it. Just boot it.

When you discover that a process won't die,

If kill -9 won't work there's nothing else to try.

Your jobs are dead meat, so kiss 'em goodbye

And boot it. 50 hours of work,

Just boot it, boot it.

And if you can't boot it, shoot it!

When you reboot it, work will be lost.

It doesn't matter what this will cost.

Just boot it. Just boot it.

Just boot it. Just boot it.

When all the characters are coming out weird,

And won't come back right even when the screen is cleared,

You can't fix such things by tugging your beard

So boot it. Just boot it.

If your computer still is running Windows,

And every time it crashes your frustration grows.

When the system's not free, you will always be hosed.

Just boot it. Put a GNU system on,

And boot it, boot it.

Or put it in your horn, and toot it!

It doesn't matter what was to blame.

Till you reboot it, your machine's lame.

Just boot it. Just boot it.

Just boot it. Just boot it.

It doesn't matter what you did wrong.

Till you reboot it, your machine's gone.

Just boot it. Just boot it.

Just boot it. Just boot it.

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“My Cubicleâ€

Lyrics by: Morning Sidekick

Performed by: Jym Britton

Parody on “You’re Beautiful†by James Blunt

My job is stupid my day’s a bore,

Inside this office from eight to four

Nothin’ ever happens my life is pretty bland,

Pretending that I’m working, pray I don’t get canned.

My Cubicle, My cubicle

It’s One of Sixty two

It’s my small space in a crowded place

Just a six-by-six foot booth

And I hate it that’s the truth

Well, I give a sigh as the boss walks by,

no one ever talks to me or looks me in the eye.

And I really should work but instead I just sit here and surf the Internet.

In My Cubicle, My cubicle

It doesn’t have a view.

It’s my small space in a crowded place

I sit in solitude.

And sometimes I sit here nude.

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Another One Rides The Bus

by Al Yankovic

Ridin' in a bus down the boulevard

And the place was pretty packed

Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand

With the perverts in the back

It was smellin' like a locker room

There was junk all over the floor

We're already packed in like sardines

But we're stoppin' to pick up more

Look out

Another one rides the bus

Another one rides the bus

And another comes on

And another comes on

Another one rides the bus

Hey

He's gonna sit by you

Another one rides the bus

There's a suitcase pokin' me in the ribs

There's an elbow in my ear

There's a smelly old bum standin' next to me

Hasn't showered in a year

Well, I think I'm missin' a contact lens

I think my wallet's gone

And I think this bus is stoppin' again

To let a couple more freaks get on

Look out

Another one rides the bus

Another one rides the bus

And another comes on

And another comes on

Another one rides the bus

Hey

He's gonna sit by you

Another one rides the bus

Yeah

Another one rides the bus

Another one rides the bus, ow

Another one rides the bus, hey, hey

Another one rides the bus, hey

The window doesn't open, and the fan is broke

And my face is turnin' blue

I haven't been in a crowd like this

Since I went to see The Who

Well, I should've got off a couple miles ago

But I couldn't get to the door

There isn't any room for me to breathe

Now we're gonna pick up more, yeah

Another one rides the bus

Another one rides the bus

And another comes on

And another comes on

Another one rides the bus

Hey

He's gonna sit by you

Another one rides the bus

No

No

Huh?

Yeah

Yeah

(I know, I'm bored! I'll stop posting lyrics soon!)

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Addicted To Spuds

by Al Yankovic

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 tator 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 obvoius 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'sjust 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

(okay last one for today! I couldn't resist posting this, I love the song totally addicted to love, and i love potatos so! There you go!)

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Get A Haircut

I was a rebel from the day I left school,

grew my hair long and broke all the rules

I'd sit and listen to my records all day,

with big ambitions of where I could play

My parents taught me what life was about,

so I grew up the type they warned me about

They said my friends were just an unruly mob,

and I should get a haircut and get a real job

Get a haircut and get a real job,

clean your act up and don't be a slob

Get it together like your big brother bob,

why don't you get a haircut and get a real job

I even tried that 9 to 5 scene,

I told myself that it was all a bad dream

I found a band and some good songs to play,

and now I party all night, I sleep all day

I met this chick she was my No. 1 fan,

she took me home to meet her mommy and dad

They took one look at me and said, "Oh my god",

get a haircut and get a real job

Get a real job, why don't you get a real job

Get a real job, why don't you get a real job

I hit the big time with my rock 'n' roll band,

the future's brighter now than I'd ever planned

I'm ten times richer than my big brother bob,

and he, he's got a haircut he's got a real job

Why don't you get a haircut and get a real job

I even tried that 9 to 5 scene

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I just watched Flags of Our Fathers (good movie) and it reminded me of this tragic Johnny Cash song.

"The Ballad Of Ira Hayes"- Johnny Cash

Ira Hayes,

Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell

About a brave young Indian you should remember well

From the land of the Pima Indian

A proud and noble band

Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years

The water grew Ira's peoples' crops

'Till the white man stole the water rights

And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry

And their land grew crops of weeds

When war came, Ira volunteered

And forgot the white man's greed

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,

Two hundred and fifty men

But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over

And when Old Glory raised

Among the men who held it high

Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero

Celebrated through the land

He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian

No water, no crops, no chance

At home nobody cared what Ira'd done

And when did the Indians dance

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;

Jail was often his home

They'd let him raise the flag and lower it

like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'

Alone in the land he fought to save

Two inches of water in a lonely ditch

Was a grave for Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes

He won't answer anymore

Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian

Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes

But his land is just as dry

And his ghost is lyin' thirsty

In the ditch where Ira died

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"Canadian Idiot"- Weird Al Yankovic

Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot

Don't wanna be some beer swillin' hockey nut

And do I look like some frostbitten hose-head?

I never learned my alphabet from A to Zed

They all live on donuts and moose meat

And they leave the house without packin' heat

Never even bring their guns to the mall

And you know what else is too funny?

Their stupid Monopoly money

Can't take 'em seriously at all

Well maple syrup and snow's what they export

They treat curling just like it's a real sport

They think their silly accent is so cute

Can't understand a thing they're talkin' aboot

Sure they got their national health care

Cheaper meds, low crime rates and clean air

Then again well they got Celine Dion

Eat their weight in Kraft macaroni

And dream of drivin' a Zamboni

All over Saskatchewan

Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot

Won't figure out their temperature in Celsius

See the map, they're hoverin' right over us

Tell you the truth, it makes me kinda nervous

Always hear the same kind of story

Break their nose and they'll just say "sorry"

Tell me what kind of freaks are that polite?

It's gotta mean they're all up to somethin'

So quick, before they see it comin'

Time for a pre-emptive strike!

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Suzi Quatro - Can The Can

Well you call your mamma tiger

And we all know you are lying

And your boyfriend's name is eagle

And he lives up in the sky (high high)

Watch out the tiger don't go claw the eagle's eye

But let the eagle take the tiger by surprise

Scratch out her eyes

So make a stand for your man, honey

Try to can the can

Put your man in the can, honey

Get him while you can

Can the can

Can the can

If you can

Well can the can

Well your sister's got the feline touch, she touches up your mind

And your eagle lover likes his little bit of evil loving all the time

Don't let the cat get into the eagle's nest at night

Because the eagle could say "yes" without a fight

Scratch out her eyes

So make a stand for your man, honey

Try to can the can

Put your man in the can, honey

Get him while you can

Can the can Can the can

If you can

Well can the can

Ooh can the can (Can the can honey)

Ooh can the can (Can the can honey)

Uh uh can the can (Can the can honey)

Ooh can the can (Can the can honey)

Ooh can the can (Can the can honey)

Ooh can the can (Can the can honey)

AAAAH!

Honey, honey

Honey, honey, honey

Make a stand for your man, honey

Try to can the can

Put your man in the can, honey

Get him while you can

Can the can

Can the can

If you can

Make a stand for your man, honey

Try to can the can

Put your man in the can, honey

Get him while you can

Can the can

Can the can

If you can

AAh!

Make a stand for your man

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Michael Jackson - Earth Song

What about sunrise

What about rain

What about all the things

That you said we were to gain...

What about killing fields

Is there a time

What about all the things

That you said was yours and mine...

Did you ever stop to notice

All the blood we've shed before

Did you ever stop to notice

The crying Earth the weeping shores?

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

What have we done to the world

Look what we've done

What about all the peace

That you pledge your only son...

What about flowering fields

Is there a time

What about all the dreams

That you said was yours and mine...

Did you ever stop to notice

All the children dead from war

Did you ever stop to notice

The crying Earth the weeping shores

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

I used to dream

I used to glance beyond the stars

Now I don't know where we are

Although I know we've drifted far

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

Hey, what about yesterday

(What about us)

What about the seas

(What about us)

The heavens are falling down

(What about us)

I can't even breathe

(What about us)

What about apathy

(What about us)

I need you

(What about us)

What about nature's worth

(ooo, ooo)

It's our planet's womb

(What about us)

What about animals

(What about it)

We've turned kingdoms to dust

(What about us)

What about elephants

(What about us)

Have we lost their trust

(What about us)

What about crying whales

(What about us)

We're ravaging the seas

(What about us)

What about forest trails

(ooo, ooo)

Burnt despite our pleas

(What about us)

What about the holy land

(What about it)

Torn apart by creed

(What about us)

What about the common man

(What about us)

Can't we set him free

(What about us)

What about children dying

(What about us)

Can't you hear them cry

(What about us)

Where did we go wrong

(ooo, ooo)

Someone tell me why

(What about us)

What about babies

(What about it)

What about the days

(What about us)

What about all their joy

(What about us)

What about the man

(What about us)

What about the crying man

(What about us)

What about Abraham

(What was us)

What about death again

(ooo, ooo)

Do we give a damn

Aaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaah

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Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah

I heard there was a secret chord

That david played and it pleased the lord

But you don't really care for music, do you

Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth

The minor fall and the major lift

The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ....

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you to her kitchen chair

She broke your throne and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... .

Baby i've been here before

I've seen this room and i've walked this floor

I used to live alone before i knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

But love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ....

Well there was a time when you let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show that to me do you

But remember when i moved in you

And the holy dove was moving too

And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Well, maybe there's a god above

But all i've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you

It's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ....

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Nico - These Days

I've been out walking

I don't do that much talking these days

These days

These days I seem to think a lot

About the things that I forgot to do

And all the times I had the chance to

And I had a lover

I don't think I'd risk another these days

These days

Now if I seem to be afraid

To live the life that I have made in song

It's just that I've been losing so long

Well I'll keep on moving, moving on

Things are bound to be improving

These days

One of these days

These days I'll sit on cornerstones

And count the time in quarter tones to 10

My friend

Don't confront me with my failures

I had not forgotten them

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David Bowie - Slow Burn

Here shall we live in this terrible town

Where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them Tight like a fist

And the walls shall have eyes

And the doors shall have ears

But we'll dance in the dark

And they'll play with our lives

Like a slow burn

Leading us on and on and on

Like a slow burn

Turning us round and round and round

But who are we

So small in times such as these

Slow Burn

Slow Burn

Oh, these are the days

These are the strangest of all

These are the nights

These are the darkest to fall

But who knows?

Echoes in tenement halls

Who knows?

Though the years snare them all

Like a Slow Burn

Leading us on and on and on

Like a Slow Burn

Twirling us round and round and upside down

There's fear overhead

There's fear overground

Slow Burn

Slow Burn

Like a Slow Burn

Leading us on and on and on

Like a Slow Burn

Turning us round and round and round

And here are we

At the center of it all

Slow Burn

Slow Burn

Slow Burn

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FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE - THE CURE

I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too

Thursday i don't care about you

It's friday i'm in love

Monday you can fall apart

Tuesday Wednesday break my heart

Thursday doesn't even start

It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday never hesitate...

I don't care if Monday's black

Tuesday Wednesday heart attack

Thursday never looking back

It's Friday i'm in love

Monday you can hold your head

Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed

Or Thursday watch the walls instead

It's Friday i'm in love

Saturday wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes

It's a wonderful surprise

To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throwing out your frown

And just smiling at the sound

And as sleek as a shriek

Spinning round and round

Always take a big bite

It's such a gorgeous sight

To see you in the middle of the night

You can never get enough

Enough of this stuff

It's friday

I'm in love

:bow:adoreadoreadoreadore:bow:

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Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah

There's another verse that nobody has ever used, and I can't figure out why:

"I did my best; it wasn't much

I couldn't feel so I learned to touch.

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.

But even though it all went wrong

I'll stand before the lord of song

With nothing on my lips but hallelujah."

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Nirvana - Lithium

I'm so happy. Cause today I found my friends.

They're in my head. I'm so ugly. But that's ok.

'Cause so are you. We've broke our mirrors.

Sunday morning. Is everyday for all I care.

And I'm not scared. Light my candles. In a daze cause I've found god.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah.....

I'm so lonely. And that's ok. (alt: 'cause today )

I shaved my head. And I'm not sad, and just maybe

I'm to blame for all I've heard. And I'm not sure.

I'm so excited. I can't wait to meet you there.

And I don't care. I'm so horny. But that's ok. My will is good.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.....

(Chorus) I like you. I'm not gonna crack.

I miss you. I'm not gonna crack. I love you.

I'm not gonna crack. I kill you. I'm not gonna crack. (x2)

I'm so happy. Cause today I found my friends.

They're in my head. I'm so ugly. But that's ok.

'Cause so are you. We've broke our mirrors.

Sunday morning. Is everyday for all I care.

And I'm not scared. Light my candles.

In a daze cause I've found god.

Yeah yeah yeah yeah.....

(Chorus)..

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The Soft Parade - The Doors

When I was back there in seminary school

There was a person there

Who put forth the proposition

That you can petition the Lord with prayer

Petition the lord with prayer

Petition the lord with prayer

You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

Can you give me sanctuary

I must find a place to hide

A place for me to hide

Can you find me soft asylum

I can't make it anymore

The Man is at the door

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy

Champion sax and a girl named Sandy

There's only four ways to get unraveled

One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da

One is a bandit up in the hills

One is to love your neighbor 'till

His wife gets home

Catacombs

Nursery bones

Winter women

Growing stones

Carrying babies

To the river

Streets and shoes

Avenues

Leather riders

Selling news

The monk bought lunch

Ha ha, he bought a little

Yes, he did

Woo!

This is the best part of the trip

This is the trip, the best part

I really like

What'd he say?

Yeah!

Yeah, right!

Pretty good, huh

Huh!

Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Successful hills are here to stay

Everything must be this way

Gentle streets where people play

Welcome to the Soft Parade

All our lives we sweat and save

Building for a shallow grave

Must be something else we say

Somehow to defend this place

Everything must be this way

Everything must be this way, yeah

The Soft Parade has now begun

Listen to the engines hum

People out to have some fun

A cobra on my left

Leopard on my right, yeah

The deer woman in a silk dress

Girls with beads around their necks

Kiss the hunter of the green vest

Who has wrestled before

With lions in the night

Out of sight!

The lights are getting brighter

The radio is moaning

Calling to the dogs

There are still a few animals

Left out in the yard

But it's getting harder

To describe sailors

To the underfed

Tropic corridor

Tropic treasure

What got us this far

To this mild equator?

We need someone or something new

Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon

Callin' on the dogs

Callin' on the dogs

Oh, it's gettin' harder

Callin' on the dogs

Callin' in the dogs

Callin' all the dogs

Callin' on the gods

You gotta meet me

Too late, baby

Slay a few animals

At the crossroads

Too late

All in the yard

But it's gettin' harder

By the crossroads

You gotta meet me

Oh, we're goin', we're goin great

At the edge of town

Tropic corridor

Tropic treasure

Havin' a good time

Got to come along

What got us this far

To this mild equator?

Outskirts of the city

You and I

We need someone new

Somethin' new

Somethin' else to get us through

Better bring your gun

Better bring your gun

Tropic corridor

Tropic treasure

We're gonna ride and have some fun

When all else fails

We can whip the horse's eyes

And make them sleep

And cry

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