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Baby's Baby
02:45
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Baby's baby's baby
You know you drive me crazy
Baby's baby's baby
You know your love is lazy
I was looking at you - you were were looking at me
Me looking at you - you looking at me
Baby's baby's baby
You know your love is wild
So maybe baby baby
Won't you stay for a while
I was looking at you - you were were looking at me
Me looking at you - you looking at me
Baby's baby's baby
You know your love is wild
So maybe baby baby
You'll keep that loving style
I was looking at you - you were were looking at me
Me looking at you - you looking at me
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Chang Mae
04:00
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I met her one bright tian in a Chinese Xing Zhu market.
I couldn't keep my eyes off her - I had her in my target.
The horse inside me told me I got to have this girl
her delicate proportions, and teeth like shiny pearls.
She really got me won ton, I can't believe its true
her moonlight jade-black hair, her name was Mei Chi Boo.
Chang Mei beautiful white mayflower
Su goi she say my little sweet and sour.
If only she was cat, we would get on like that
she led me up Ho Chi Min trail,
it turned out she was rat.
I’ve really got to have her - my horoscopal hookie,
I can’t believe my luck - my Chinese fortune cookie.
Chang Mei beautiful white mayflower
Su goi she say my little sweet and sour.
If only she would have me - my horoscopal hookie,
I can’t believe my luck - my Chinese fortune cookie.
Mei Chi Boo in Mandarin your just a little laoshu
Baby I'm your Dim Sim kid, baby I’m for you.
Chang Mei beautiful white mayflower
Su goi she say my little sweet and sour.
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Pop Mag
03:34
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I took my baby to a faraway land
We hit the tarmac; we hit the sand
You're my little, my little pop mag
Take off those dirty old rags
Go to the toilet; smoke a fag
You're my little, my little pop mag
Well you're so pretty and I'm so dumb
I want to pluck your virgin plum
You're my little, my little pop mag
Take off those dirty old rags
Go to the toilet; smoke a fag
You're my little, my little pop mag
Take off those dirty old rags
You're such a dirty old bag
You're my little, my little pop mag
Go to the toilet; smoke a fag
Take off those dirty old rags
You're my little, my little pop mag
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4. |
It's Not Me
03:35
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Some people likes to go and dream, boy
dream about you and me
Some people likes to go out and scheme, boy
dream up schemes that you wouldn't believe
Some people likes to go out and steal, boy
Insanity!
It's not me...
Some people likes to go and raise hell, boy
It's just not friendly
Some people likes to go our and kill, boy
would you ever believe?
It's not me...
Some people likes to go and dream, boy
dream like you and me
Some people likes to go out and scheme, boy
dream up schemes that you wouldn't believe
It's not me...
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Wilma broke a bottle over Betty's head
It was all that she could do, she jumped back into bed
Barney got home, and he soon got mad
Found the biggest thing he could and he beat down Fred
Only yourself...
You've only got yourself to blame
Well it's a dirty rotten shame you gotta change your name
'cause everybody's looking for someone to blame
I head that LV Nathan had a rap with the cops
about the noise that we were making at the local bus stop
Well, two weeks later when the temperature dropped
I drank a gallon of beer and I pissed in the shop
Only yourself...
You've only got yourself to blame
Well it's a dirty rotten shame you gotta change your name
'cause everybody's looking for someone to blame
Gene he had a mishap with his acupuncture set
It's left a body full of holes he can't forgive and forget
Mikey's pal's are junkies seems he's always in debt
Life's just a gamble - I'm too young to bet
Only yourself...
You've only got yourself to blame
Well it's a dirty rotten shame you gotta change your name
now everybody's looking for someone to blame
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Desert Storm (Leavin')
03:56
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Riding through the desert storm, tears in my eyes
In the time it took to sing these words a hundred babies cried
I was lost and lonely, I was alive
In the time it took to sing these words a hundred babies died
Are you leavin' me for sure?
Are you leavin' me for good?
Are you leavin' me so I can face myself
Rummaging through rubbish bags, suffering this mortal sin
and all I've got to say to you - it's over baby this time we're through.
I was lost and lonely, I was alive
In the time it took to sing these words a hundred babies died
Are you leavin' me for sure?
Are you leavin' me for good?
Are you leavin' me so I can face myself...
I can't face myself
Riding through the desert storm without any ice
In the time it took to sing these words a thousand babies cried
I was lost and lonely, I was alive
In the time it took to sing these words one hundred babies died
Are you leavin' me for sure?
Are you leavin' me for good?
Are you leavin' me so I can face myself...
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Demarcation
04:17
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Coming back I can see the wasteland in a dream
driving through the desert where they don't hear love songs
The car is black, as black as the night that carries me home to see you
The image of you that I left seems to haunt me
Say this is the time for demarcation
this is the time for rock and roll
It's taken me years to find out all heaven dwells within you
Fighting through all hell has only loosened my heart for you
What is the light - is love right for a warrior coming home?
Baby though you break my heart I love you like my car
Say this is the time for demarcation
this is the time for rock and roll
Those little white lines that divide the road they don't divide my heart
like those that lead us through this desert wasteland
The car is black the engine is right and I'm speeding home to see you
Those little white lines they lead the way to you
Say this is the time for demarcation
this is the time for rock and roll
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8. |
Three
02:35
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We you said you'd meet me
You said you'd meet me - you said you'd meet me here at three
What a waste; it's a taste
I've got better things to do now
Baby, don't you understand
you take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Don't let it slip or you won't want to play
Well I sit in my chair
I got stoned and I watching all the passers-by going
my way, down the highway
I've got better things to do now
Baby, don't you understand
you take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Don't let it slip or you won't want to play
Only three only three only three for me
Only three only three baby can't you see?
Only three only three it's like ABC
Get that girl to change her mind about me
You said you'd meet me here at three...
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9. |
Fish to Fish
03:37
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Come to the weekend
I've got a hungry heart of gold
But it don't matter none
cause nothings set in stone
A weekend warrior
A lunch commando on the run
Ones forgiven, one's forgotten and one's unknown
Fish to fish, slap to slap
Gonna find a way
Rock to the city to feed my hungry heart of stone
Don't try to stop me this heart don't want to know
Lift your eyes up baby, stop your man before he runs
Now you're forgiven, never forgotten now I know
Fish to fish, slap to slap
Gonna find a way
And every weekend I'm gonna give my heart away
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Jet Black
03:48
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Don't you know I really need your touch
I want you, I love you, I need you in my heart
But you send my whole world round the bend
I want you, I love you, I need you in my heart
Get back, come back, Jet black
Jet Black I'm gonna get you back
There you go following the end of your nose
I want you, I love you, I need you in my heart
Baby how come you treated me so dumb?
I want you, I love you, I need you in my heart
Jet Black I'm gonna make it happen
Jet Black I'm gonna get you back
I'm hollow
Jet Black I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna make it happen
I'm hollow
where you loved there's a hole
I want you, I love you, I need you in my heart
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Vas Deferens Wellington, New Zealand
Formed in November 1988 in Wellington, New Zealand, Vas Deferens are one of New Zealand's longest lasting punk rock bands.
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