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Shotgun - gimme
gimme low down fun boy
- o.k. showdown
Shotgun - gimme
gimme low down fun boy
- o.k. showdown
Shotgun - gimme
gimme low down fun boy
- o.k. showdown, showdown.
Take me away
he’s as big as a ranch.
Take me away
he’s as tough as they come. J-J-J-J-J-John wayne
Take me away
he’s so long.
Take me away
you know he’s never wrong.
J-J-J-J-John Wayne.
He stands so high
it’s enough to make any red skin cry.
He knows what’s right and he knows that god is with him
‘cos he is right - Big Leggy lives. J-J-J-J-T-John wayne.
John Wayne in lovers lane - making whoopee with his squaw.
But his bullet belt keeps a-gettin’ in the way
It’s making his life a bore.
So she says to him - Take off that thing …
It’s getting right between us.
Now listen honey
I can’t do that no even for you
my sweetness.
Now Big John
if that’s a fact then how d’you propose we do our act?
If that’s the way it’s gonna be get the hell out of my tepee.
Now speckled hen
you stop your squawkin’
Big Bad Rooster’s doin’ the talking.
I know a trick we ought to try tune right over - you’ll know why.
He stands so high
it’s enough to make any red skin cry …
If you wonder why he stands so high
It’s just the space between him and the sky.
If you wonder why he stands so high …
If you wonder why he stands so high …
If you wonder why he stands so high …
Take me away - John Wayne is big leggy
Take me away - John Wayne is big leggy
Take me away - John Wayne is big leggy
Take me away - John Wayne
He stands so high
it’s enough to make any red skin cry ‘.
Shotgun - gimme
gimme low down fun boy - o.k. showdown.
One of the best songs in existence.
You may not like The things we do Only idiots Ignore the truth It’s easy to Lay down and hide Where’s a warrior Without his pride? We’re gonna move real good - yeah right We’re gonna dress so fine - OK It’s Dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Leapfrog the dog And brush me daddy-O It’s easy to Lay down and hide Where’s a warrior Without his pride? You may not like The things we say What’s the difference, anyway? We’re gonna move real good - yeah right We’re gonna dress so fine - OK It’s Dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog Leapfrog the dog And brush me daddy-O Makes me proud So proud of you I see innocence Shining through
lyrics by courtesy TY marco/adam love rem
“…mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me who is the fairest of them all?
A girl who sings in a far away place
Called england
What’s her name?
Annabella lwin annabella lwin
Oh god oh god
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me who is the darkest of them all?
An angel who is cast out of paradise
And discovered hell
What’s it’s name?
The prince of darkness
Oh bad bad
Sinner sinner sinner whoa
Sinner sinner sinner whoa
Said sinner sinner sinner whoa
(annabella lwin their funeral)
Sinner sinner sinner whoa whoa
(annabella lwin)
Annabella annabella
Annabella lwin you are so dark so dark as sin
So open the door and let satan in
For the prince of darkness you are sin
Prince prince of darkness
he’s become a friend of mine
Message you come down my spine?
Prince oh prince of darkness
Sinner sinner sinner whoa
Sinner sinner sinner whoa
Sinner sinner sinner whoa
(open up annabella lwin i am the prince of darkness)
Sinner sinner sinner whoa whoa
(open the door to let satan in i plead my power)
Bow Wow Wow “Prince of the darkness”
(Ashman, Gorman, Barbarossa, McLaren, Pietri*)
© 1981 Moulin Rouge Publishing
*Pietri that’s me ! Known now as RootCat :-)
Rare recording in NYC
My own k7 pets
(tribute to Bow Wow Wow)
C30 C60 C90 Go!
Every day I get a brand new show
Off TV record and radio
I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
‘Cause I got the affirmative
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60, C30 C60 C90 Go
30 60 90 Go
A bit bam-boogie and a booga-rooga
My cassette’s just like a bazooka
A bligger, a blagger, a blippity-blop
Well, I’m going down to the record shop
Yeah, and the boss said, “LP, single, picture cover or plain
I’ve got all the hits and all the big names
I’ve got biggest discounts in my store
If you buy three records, I’ll give you four”
C30 C60 C90 Go
Off the radio, I get a constant flow
Hit it, pause it, record it and play
Turn it, rewind and rub it away
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60, C30 C60 C90 Go
30 60 90 Go
It used to break my heart when I went in your shop
And you said my records were out of stock
So I don’t buy records in your shop
Now I tape them all ‘cause I’m ‘Top Of The Pops’
Yeah, now I got a new way to move
It’s shiny and black and don’t need a groove
Now I don’t need no album rack
I carry my collection over my back
C30 C60 C90 Go
Off the radio, I get a constant flow
Hit it, pause it, record it and play
Turn it, rewind and rub it away
Policeman stopped me in my tracks
Said, “Hey you, you can’t tape that
you’re under arrest ‘cause it’s illegal”
So I shoved him off and blew his whistle
I’m a pirate and I keep my loot
So I blew him out with my bazooka
C30 C60 C90 Go
Off the radio, I get a constant flow
Hit it, pause it, record it and play
Turn it, rewind and rub it away
You’re rich enough to have a record collection
I’ll bring my bazooka ‘round for inspection
Sometimes it better get hit twice as fast
So I press my playback to make it last
I breeze with the sleaze on my cassette
I’ve got the affirmative
C30 C60 C90 Go
Off the radio, I get a constant flow
Hit it, pause it, record it and play
Turn it, rewind and rub it away
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60 C90 Go
C30 C60, C30 C60 C90 Go
30 60 90 Go
“C30 C60 C90 Go!”
© 1981, McLaren/Pietri a.k.a RootCat/Barbarossa, Ashman/Gorman
(p) 1981, Original Sound Recording made by Moulin Rouge Ltd
