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Old man Tyler had a crash in his car. Down on the fortune highway. Doctor said, "It was his cruel sick heart. Didn't go to church on Sunday" Oh your pace is going to knock you dead. Out of the rac
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(mick ralphs/ian hunter). . Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher. My goodness gracious me ain't little johnny a creature. And I lost count of the times when I never bathed. I'm one
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Song Born Late '58 - Mott The Hoople. Baby took me out last night. Got a little Cadillac bite. Shook me about, inside out. Didn't get home till light She's a grower, a goer. You gotta get to know
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No puppet, no liar, won't bend my lips to wire - No. Don't pressurize me so. Don't gamble, with my life, or you won't live to do it twice. Oh take some good advice from me. And let the wires rock.
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Well, my brother, he was a drinking man and I asked him for release. He said, This won't do you no good, and sent for the police". Well, they busted me for nothing, 'cos they said, I was insane. So
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I scream at you for sharing. 'N I curse you just for caring. I hate the clothes you're wearing, they're so pretty. 'N I tell to not to see me. 'N I tell you not to feel me. 'N I make your life a
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(Ian Hunter/Mick Ralphs). . Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay'. Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way. Her mother got bust on a 88. And her brother got stuck on my number plate. . H
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(ian hunter). . My cardboard face looks out of place. Among all those plastic plates. My brillianteen sure adds that sheen. But I can't believe my fate. . I mean all this dressing up is a trave
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(transcribed by steve norgrove, jim madden, et al) Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find. And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning. There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearra
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(mick ralphs) Who do you think you are looking at me like that. Put your face on someone else's head. Where do you think you're at hanging around my leg. Put yourself in someone else's bed Whiskey
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Know that I grow my hair. Just to scare the teacher. My goodness, gracious me!. Ain't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times. When I never bathed I'm one of the boys. One of the b
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(ian hunter). . Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting. And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing. Imagination's hidden book, you wrote it on the wing. And when I vo
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Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky. Half way to memphis 'fore I realised. Well I rang the information - my axe was cold. They said she rides the train to oreoles Now it's a mighty long way do
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Song All the Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople. Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide. How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five. Speed jive don't want to stay alive. When you're twenty
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Song All the Way from Memphis - Mott The Hoople. Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky. Half way to memphis 'fore I realised. Well I rang the information - my axe was cold. They said she rides the