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Born With A Pompadour
03:33
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Long on top,
Short on the side,
Handfull of grease to keep it piled high,
Hell no, you can't touch it, man I swear,
If you wanna keep your fingers keep 'em outta my hair.
Chorus:
Born with a pompadour, back seat of Chevy, four on the floor,
No matter how I comb it, it'll look the same,
Born with a pompadour; it can't be tamed.
It's just gotta be perfect, not a hair out of place,
Hit it with some hairspray just in case.
Can't have it movin' when it's windy outside,
Just look it at it baby, this hair is bona fide!
Chorus
You can call me crazy, call me obsessed,
Call me fixated--alright, I confess!
Just look at my hair, I'm glad I ain't a chrome dome,
Every time I do my hair you know I use a new comb.
Chorus.
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2. |
Born to Booze
03:13
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Me and my daddy and his daddy before him,
We were all born to love a life of sin.
Rules were made to be broken. Love the life you choose;
Bartender, leave the bottle--I was born to booze!
CHORUS:
Buh-buh-buh-buh-baby, I was born to booze!
Ain't no drink that I'll refuse.
I'm drunk as a skunk; my liver's abused.
Buh-buh-buh-buh-baby, I was born to booze.
I've alway been an outcast. Life ain't fair.
Everything I own is in a state of disrepair.
I've got a short temper--don't you light my fuse!
'Specially when I've been drinkin'.
I was born to booze!
Whiskey, beer, wine, and 'shine,
Gonna be a drunkard 'til the day I die.
Give me one more shot before you tighten that noose.
My tombstone will read, "He Was Born to Booze."
CHORUS
Drink, drank, drunk. Well, fill up my cup.
Don't let it go empty 'til I'm all torn up.
I'm slurring my speech. My legs are wobbly and loose.
Buh-buh-buh-buh-baby, I was born to booze!
CHORUS
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3. |
Whoa, Baby
03:15
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Whoa, baby!
The second that I saw you I knew it would last
My head's a-spinnin' 'cause it happened so fast
The love we found ain't no dog & pony show
Everything about you, darlin'
Whoa, baby whoa!
You make me shiver, make me quiver, I can't even speak
Every time I see you, well, my knees go weak
I'm a nervous wreck from my head to my toes
You make my heart race, darlin'
Whoa, baby, whoa!
Rushin' it will ruin it,;let's take it slow--
But not so slow that I don't wanna go!
Can you reciprocate my lovin'? Well, I just gotta know.
Don't you damage my devotion or I'll have to let you go:
Cupid struck me with an arrow from his bow...
Hot damn, darlin', where you been all my life?
All the love you give me, well, I wanna be your wife
I get a fuzzy feeling deep 'n down in my soul
You make my heart race, darlin.'
Whoa, baby, whoa!
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4. |
Driving Wheel
02:59
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All I want
Is a love that's hot
Can't be sold and can't be bought
Love don't try to be something it's not
All I need
Is a love that's real
None won't rob and none won't steal
Love that move's like a driving wheel
All I want
Is a driving wheel
All I want
Is a driving wheel
All round love
My ideal
All I want
Is a love that's right
Hold onto with all my might
Early in the morning and late at night
All I want
Is a driving wheel
All I want
Is a driving wheel
All round love's
My ideal
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5. |
Zombies Don't Surf!
03:32
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Zombies don't surf.
Zombies don't surf.
ZOMBIES. DON'T. SURF.
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6. |
Hollywould
03:43
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She used to be sassy, used to dress flashy
Glitz and glamour, but now she’s just trashy
I’m getting’ tired of it and it makes me snore
Please take it back to the way it used to be
That’s all I’m askin’…please please baby please
Or I’m not gonna pay to see you anymore
Now it’s like she’s dead
Same thing again and again
I tell ya brother, it oughta be a sin, whoa…
Hollywould, now she won’t
Hollywould, but she don’t
Take me back to them golden days of yore.
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7. |
Corrupted
03:39
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Well, my woman done left me;
She don’t love me no more.
She said she couldn’t take it…as she headed out the door.
Now I’m forever lonely, I feel scorched and scorned.
I’ve got a halo that’s held up by a pair of horns.
My glass is half full, but tainted, so it seems;
I’ve got no social filter, I can be a bit obscene.
My moral compass is rusty and worn--
I’ve got a halo that’s held up by a pair of horns.
Corrupted, conflicted, confused. Oh, brother!
Got a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other.
I try to be good, but the evil creeps in.
Corrupted from the start; that’s just the way it is.
I’m corrupted.
Corrupted.
Corrupted. Corrupted. Corrupted!
I’m a decent person but no matter how I try
There’s always something evil lurking just inside
Judge me if you want but be prepared for a storm
I’ve got a halo that’s held up by a pair of horns
Don’t you try to change me, this is just who I am
A lotta bit of good and a little bit of damned
Been this way since the day I was born
I’ve got a halo that’s held up by a pair of horns
Corrupted, conflicted, confused oh brother
Got a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other
I try to be good, but the evil creeps in
Corrupted from the start, that’s just the way it is
I'm corrupted
Corrupted.
Corrupted. Corrupted. Corrupted!
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8. |
Walk of Shame
03:42
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Lookie here at this girl with the black dress on
Don’t fit as well as the night before
Makeup smeared up and down her face
Disheveled hair, broken shoe, hey buddy, give her some space
She’s walkin’ the walk of shame
Started out as a night like many before
A girl’s night out gonna paint the town red
Dinner and drinkin and actin’ like a star
Met a guy, got felt up and hopped into his car
She’s walkin’ the walk of shame
Well, you’ve seen her before, 6:30 on a Sunday morning, walkin’ down the street...her clothes don’t fit her right…hairs all messed up….and you’re thinkin’ to yourself…she ain’t goin’ to work…and…well, she damn sure ain’t goin’ to church!
Now she’ll have to live with the choices that she’s made.
Change her number and hide her face.
Learn from her mistakes, don’t follow in her steps.
Drunken haze, one night stand and now a life of regrets.
She’s walkin’ the walk of shame.
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That’s not my ceiling
This ain’t my bed
How did I get here?
Ow, my head!
I'm still drunk
And I’m wounded
Just like last week
Same thing that you did
You’d think I’d no better
…think I’d figure it out
But here I lay piecin’ together
Remnants from last night’s blackout
Stale pizza on the table
Broken bottles of beer
Ashtray full of butts
What am I doin’ here?
There’s pieces of clothing
Thrown on the floor
Where the hell are my shoes?
Someone please…show me the door
You’d think I’d no better
Think I’d figure it out
But here I lay piecing’ together
Remnants from last night’s blackout
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10. |
Viva Las Vegas
04:04
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Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn,
So get those stakes up higher
There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there
And they're all livin' devil may care
And I'm just the devil with love to spare
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
How I wish that there were more
Than the twenty-four hours in the day
'Cause even if there were forty more
I wouldn't sleep a minute away
Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal
All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas with you neon flashin'
And your one armbandits crashin'
All those hopes down the drain
Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime
Turnin' night into daytime
If you see it once
You'll never be the same again
I'm gonna keep on the run
I'm gonna have me some fun
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke up well
I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time
I'm gonna give it ev'rything I've got
Lady luck please let the dice stay hot
Let me shout a seven with ev'ry shot
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas,
Viva, Viva Las Vegas
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