B-52's's song

Ahhhahhahhahh

She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
Faster than the speed of light

Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head

Ahhhahhhahhahh

Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars
That shine after 3:30 in the morning
WELL SHE ISN'T

Ahhhahhhahhahhahhahh
				

Thin Lizzy's song

Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rip it up?
Do you know what I'm talking about?
Are you ready to get it up?

Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to hit the floor?
Are you ready lover?
If you're ready, I'm ready!

Are you ready to rip it up?
Are you ready to tear it down?
Do you know what I'm talking about?
I'm not messing you around

Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to hit the floor?
Are you ready lover?
'Cause if you're ready, I'm ready!

Are you ready to rip it up?
Are you ready to tear it down?
Do you know what I'm thinking of?
I'm not messing you around

Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to hit the floor?
Are you ready now?
`Cause if you're ready, I'm ready!
Look out! 
				

Lee Hazlewood's song

Some velvet mornin' when I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life
And how she made it end
Some velvet mornin' when I'm straight

Flowers growing on a hill, dragonflies and daffodils
Learn from us very much, look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name

Some velvet mornin' when I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
And how she gave me life
And how she made it end
Some velvet mornin' when I'm straight

Flowers are the things we know, secrets are the things we grow
Learn from us very much, look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name

Some velvet mornin' when I'm straight
Flowers growing on a hill
I'm gonna open up your gate
dragonflies and daffodils
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
Learn from us very much
And how she gave me life
look at us but do not touch

And how she made it end
				

John D. Loudermilk's song

(spoken:)
They took away the whole Cherokee nation
And put us on this reservation.

(sung:)
They took away our way of life
Our tomahawk and huntin' knife
And the old teepee we all loved so
They're using now just for a show
They put our papoose in a crib
and took the buck skin from our rib
And they took away our native tongue
and taught their English to our young

Hiya, hiya, ho! Hiya hi, hiya ho!
Hiya, hiya, Hiya ho!

Altho' they changed our ways of old
They'll never change our heart and soul
And tho' I wear a white man's tie
I'll be a red man till I die

All the beads we made by hand
are nowadays made in Japan
				

Tom Waits's song

When you walk through the garden
You gotta watch your back
Well I beg your pardon
Walk the straight and narrow track
If you walk with Jesus
He's gonna save your soul
You gotta keep the devil
Way down in the hole
He's got the fire and the fury
At his command
Well you don't have to worry
If you hold on to Jesus hand
We'll all be safe from Satan
When the thunder rolls
We just gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole
All the angels sing about Jesus' mighty sword
And they'll shield you with their wings
And keep you close to the lord
Don't pay heed to temptation
For his hands are so cold
You gotta help me keep the devil
Way down in the hole
Down in the hole, down in the hole
Down in the hole, down in the hole
Down in the hole, down in the hole
You gotta help me keep the devil
Down in the hole
				

Ten Years After's song

Hear me calling
Hear me call on you
Hear me calling
Hear me call on you
If you don't come soon
I'll know your love ain't true

Hear me calling
Hear me calling loud
Hear me calling
Hear me calling loud
If you don't come soon
I'll be wearing a shroud
				

Dead Boys's song

I don't need your company
Girls like you all come for free
I don't really want to dance
Girl, I just want to get in your pants
I don't want you to hang around
If I don't need you to jack me down
Well I don't really want to dance
Girl, I just want to get in your pants
Now listen girl
You try and try
You want we?re just more than friends
You cry and cry
You know I?ll prick you in the end
Look at me that way bitch
Your face is gonna get a punch
I said I don't need no cook, girl
I need lunch
Now listen to me babe
You go and find yourself a factory man
Girl, you were born with dishpan hands
I baby, I don't need romance
No girl, I just want to get in your pants
I need lunch
FEED ME