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THEE JONES BONES, Electric Babyland (2010) Holly
Holly Hangin’
Around The Mud’s
End Teachin’
Nurse Nico’s
Banana Say Hey,
Say Ho! Alright Wrong Way Cowbaby (Music, Thee Jones Bones; Word, Alessandro Ducoli – Luca Morzenti) Holly Holly Anche le tue amiche lo fanno! Baby, baby, do the rockin’ roll Pretty Dollies, rockin’ over and on Baby, baby, babies rockin’ the guys Pretty Dollies, rockin’ over the line Baby, baby, let me rock and roll Pretty Dolly, rock me on and on Baby, baby, come on rockin’ that guy Pretty Dolly, rock me over the line Stormy night outside tonight Baby, you can’t stop that guy Stormy night, the time is right for
Rock’n’Roll Spinning and shining, Holly Holly soul Spinning and shining like a mirrorball Rockin’
and rollin’, shakin’ out your soul Spinning
and shining like a mirrorball Holly,
Holly, Buddy Holly soul Is
spinning and shining in the Mirrorball Hangin’
Around Cammino male! Red light, right night, it’s raining Walk like a Dog who’s Hangin’ around Red light, right fight, I’m bleeding Creep like a Dog who’s Hangin’ around Red light, she’s nice and ouzing Hound like a Dog who’s Hangin’ around Red light, don’t mind, it’s open Drink like a Dog who’s Hangin’ around Now the I don’t
give a damn, I’m hangin’ around And I
sing la, la, la, la. la The I can always find the way, I’m hangin’
around The Mud’s End Sei di poca compagnia! Everywhere I go, every road I walk The Camaro’s swimming in the mud Everywhere I go, every man I talk You will push no more my pedal brake,
and now you know Everywhere I go, every town I leave The Camaro’s swimming in the mud Everywhere I go, every way I will Everything I do is on my own, yes, on
my own Everywhere I go, every hole I dig The Camaro’s swimming in the mud Everywhere I go, everything will be The Bambina’s sailing in the mud, and
now she knows Fine, now
is good, you don’t bore my brain no more No more
tell me what I have to do … Fine, now
is good, you don’t drive my car no more No more
tell me what I have to do … Everywhere I go… Teachin’
Nurse Cura questo cane! Don’t teach Don’t need a teacher, every dog needs
a teacher You are a really pretty nurse You make the boy clean and good and
right You are a really pretty nurse Don’t teach Don’t want a teacher, every dog wants
a teacher You are a really pretty nurse You make the boy clean and good and
right You are a really pretty nurse I find my
way, but every way is always wrong I find my
way alone, but I want, but I want, but I want Don’t teach Don’t bite a teacher, every dog bites
a teacher You are a really pretty nurse You make the boy clean and good and
right You are a really pretty nurse Don’t teach Don’t hate a teacher, every dog hates
a teacher You are a really pretty nurse You make the boy clean and good and
right You are a really pretty nurse You are a really pretty nurse You are a really pretty nurse Nico’s Banana Odio il potassio! How do you feel today How was your yesterday How do you feel today And now How do you live today Did you live yesterday How do you feel today And now You better
walk away Oh so
far... from me You better
walk away From the
sick of this town, all alone… How do you live your days Can you go on this way Why don’t you leave these days And now You better
walk away Oh so
far... from me You better
walk away From the
sick of this town How do you feel today How was your yesterday How do you feel today How do you feel today Say Hey, Say Ho! Quei soldi sono miei! Say hey,
say ho, say no You need
it more and more Say hey,
say ho, say no You need
it more and more I got one more, look at me boss Give you more ‘til you’re enough One more will make you fine Feel myself alright I got two more, look at me boss Give you more ‘til you’re enough Two more will make you fine Feel myself alright … enough, ok? … enough, ok? … enough, ok? I got you! I got three more, look at me boss Give you more ‘til you’re enough Three more will make you fine Feel myself alright I got four more, look at me boss Give you more ‘til you’re enough Four more will make you fine Feel myself alright Alright Gran pompino! Keep on
moving … I feel alright Keep on
moving … you feel alright I got a brand new car, can bring you
far … alright I got a brand new gun, can bring you
down … alright I get a brand new dog, can bring you
smile … alright I get a brand new drug, can bring you
high … alright If you don’t like that mood, I got so
much for you … alright If you don’t like that fool, just try
how much I’m cool … alright I feel
alright … all right I feel
alright … all night Keep on
moving … I feel alright Keep on
moving … you feel alright Make you
smile Take you
high … all right Keep on
moving … I feel alright Keep on
moving … you feel alright Much for
you How I’m
cool … all right I feel
alright … all right I feel
alright … all night Wrong Way Hai rotto i coglioni! I’m on my
way, and I got time, a brand new car Everyday I think of you my sweetie
little girl Everyday I dream of you so hard I won’t let you down, but I’m on my
way Don’t let me down Everyday I drink for you my pretty
little girl Everyday I drink for you so hard Now I’m on my way, wasting a little
time Don’t let me down So I
remember I was young and really poor So I
remember of that valley, green and gold Ride
Appaloosa in the fields made by your God So I remember
when this country was my soul Now I
forget it, ‘cause I’m poor than yesterday Now I
forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it I’m on my
way, and I got time, a brand new car Cowbaby Rock’n’Roll! Me and Muddy comin’ down the hill Divin’ our pick-up from the hell Radiostation’s playin’ Rock’n’Roll And now we need a Mirrorball Me and Muddy havin’ a six-pack Suckin’ smoke and ready to be back Parkin’ our pick-up in the grass This is the night we kick some ass Me and Muddy waitin’ for a beer Drinkin’ more and more and ‘nother
beer Band is playin’ music we don’t like The time is ready for a fight Me and Muddy startin’ to be hot Smashin’ bones and faces, ready or not Chairs ‘n’ tables flyin’ all around And what we find is smashed down Me and Muddy comin’ back from hell Drivin’ our pick-up to the hill Radiostation’s playin’ Rock’n’Roll And now we have a Mirrorball |
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