Song Lyrics by Demand

Archive for June, 2007

by K-ci & Jojo
from the album Love Always

I’ve been waiting for someone to come into my life
Who would bring me joy and give me pleasure
I have taken chances on romances once or twice
And I found that in my heart it’s you I treasure

You and only you can make me feel the way I do
You and only you can make it better
You and only you can do the freaky things you do
And I’m so into you and that’s forever and ever

All my life
My love’s been waiting for you
All my life
My heart’s been waiting too

All my life:

I’ve been wishing on a star
I’ve been praying on my knees
I’ve got some sly and sexy tricks to show you
Most of all I’ll give you anything boy that you need
To keep you right here by my side
I know you
I’ll show you

You and only you can make me feel the way I do
You and only you can make it better
You and only you can do the freaky things you do
And I’m so into you and that’s forever and ever

All my life
My love’s been waiting for you
All my life
My heart’s been waiting too
Don’t you know I need you
And adore you
All my life I’ll give to only you

by Green Day
from the album Kerplunk!

My mental stability reaches it’s bitter end
And all mt senses are coming unglued
Is there any cure for this disease
Someone called love
Not as long as there are girls like you

Everything she does questions my mental health
It makes me loose control
I just can’t trust myself

If someone can hear me slap some sense in me
But you turn your head and i end up talking to myself
Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated
So i loose my head or i bang it up against the wall

Sometimes i wonder if i should be left alone
And lock myself up in a padded room
I’d sit and spew my guts out to the open air
No one wants to hear a drunken fool

I do not mind if this goes on
Cause now it seems i’m too far gone
I must admit i enjoy myself
80 please keep taking me away.

by Everclear
from the album N/A

The VCR and the DVD
There wasn’t none of that crap
Back in 1970

We didn’t know about
A world wide web

It was a whole different game being played
Back when I was a kid

You wanna get down
In a cool way?

Just picture yourself on a beautiful day

With the big bell bottoms
And groovy long hair
Justa walking in style
With a portable CD player

No
No…you would listen
To the music on
The AM radio

Yeah…you could hear the music
The AM radio

Flashback to ‘72
Another summer in the neighborhood
Hanging out with nothing to do

Sometimes
We’d go driving around
In my sister’s Pinto
Cruisin’ with the windows rolled down

We’d listen to the radio station
We were too damn poor
To buy the 8 track tapes

There wasn’t any good time
To want to be inside
My mom would want to watch that TV all night

I’d be in bed with the radio on
I would listen to it all night long
Just to hear my favorite song

You’d have to wait
But you could hear it
On the AM radio

Yeah…you could hear the music
On the AM radio

I can still hear mama say
"Boy…Turn that radio down!"

Things changed back in ‘75
We were all growing up
On the in
And the outside
We got in trouble with the police man
We got busted
Getting high
In the back of my friend’s van

I remember 1977
I started going to concerts
And I saw the Led Zeppelin
I got a guitar
On a Christmas day
I dreamed that Jimmy Page
Would come to Santa Monica
And teach me to play

There isn’t any other place that I need to go
There isn’t anything that I need to know
That I did not learn from the radio

Yeah when things get stupid
And I just don’t know
Where to find my happy

I listen to the music
From the AM radio

(You could hear the music
On the AM radio)

(You could hear the music
On the AM radio)

I like pop and I like soul
I like rock
But I never liked disco

(On the AM radio)

We like pop…We like soul
We like to rock
But we never liked disco

(On the AM radio)

I never liked disco…no I never liked disco

by Ataris
from the album Blue Skies, Broken Hearts… Next 12 Exits

Let me start this from the day we met.
You looked so beautiful, I never will forget.
Then you opened up your eyes, looked at me and kinda smiled.
I was scared, but still happy at the same time.
I never wanted us to be a superficial family.
But in the end it was the only thing we could be.

Angie, I’m sorry I wasn’t right for you
Just what did you expect for me to do?
You know that I would have done anything for you.

I sometimes think about how things could be
If you would’ve took a chance and moved out here with me.
We’d cruise along the 101 in the California sun
Sing Descendents songs and have ourselves lots of fun.
Stay out drinking really late stumble home from lower State.
Treat every day like it would be our first date.

Angie, I’m sorry that you weren’t right for me.
I guess that it just wasn’t meant to be.
I quit pretending you were in love with me.

by Carlos Gardel
from the album N/A

Arrabal amargo metido en mi vida
como la condena de una maldición,
tus sombras torturan mis horas de sueño,
tu noche se encierra en mi corazón.

Con ella a mi lado no vi tus tristezas,
tu barro y miserias, ella era mi luz
y ahora vencido arrastro mi alma,
clavado a tus calles igual que a una cruz.

Rinconcito arrabalero
Con el toldo de estrellas
de tu patio que quiero
Todo, todo se ilumina
cuando ella vuelve a verte.

Y mis viejas madreselvas
están en flor para quererte,
Como una nube que pasa,
mis ensueños se van, se van, no vuelven mas.

No digas a nadie que ya no me quieres,
si a mi me preguntan diré que vendrás,
y así cuando vuelvas mi alma te juro
los ojos extraños no se asombrarán.

Veras como todos esperaban ansiosos
mi blanca casita y el viejo rosal,
y como de nuevo alivia sus penas
vestido de fiesta mi lindo arrabal.

Rinconcito arrabalero
con el toldo de estrellas
de tu patio que quiero
Todo, todo se ilumina
cuando ella vuelve a verte.

Y mis viejas madreselvas
están en flor para quererte,
Como una nube que pasa,
mis ensueños se van, se van, no vuelven mas.

by Weird Al Yankovic
from the album N/A

Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry’s Bait shop
You know the place
well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy

Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast

Awww – Big bowl of sauerkraut
Every single mornin
It wa driving me crazy

I said to my mom
I said "Hey, mom, what’s with all the sauerkraut?"
And my dear, sweet mother
She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "IT’S GOOD FOR YOU"
And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old

That’s when I swore that someday
Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place
Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer
And the towels are oh so fluffy
Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long
And anyone on the street will glady shave your back for a nickel

Wacka wacka doodoo yeah

Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn’t long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy’s butt
I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize
That’s right, a first class one-way ticket to

Albuquerque
Albuquerque

Oh yeah
You know, I’d never been on a real airplane before
And I gotta tell ya, it was really great
Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor
And the little kid in back of me kept throwin’ up the whole time
The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts
And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore
And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out
And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside
And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died
Except for me
You know why?

‘Cause I had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position
Had my tray table up
And my seat back in the full upright position

Ah ha ha ha
Ah ha ha
Ahhhh

So I crawled from the twisted, burnin’ wreckage
I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days
Draggin’ along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag
And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball
And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel
But finally I arived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn
Where the towels are oh so fluffy
And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna
It’s OK, they’re clean

Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C
And I turned on the SpectraVision
And I’m just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow
That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there’s a knock on the door

Well now, who could that be?
I say "Who is it?"
No answer
"Who is it?"
There’s no answer
"WHO IS IT?"
They’re not sayin’ anything

So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected
It’s some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril
Oh man, I hate it when I’m right
So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel
And I’m like "Hey, you can’t have that"
"That snorkel’s been just like a snorkel to me"
And he’s like "Tough"
And I’m like "Give it"
And he’s like "Make me"
And I’m like "’Kay"
So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus
And I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows
And I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation
Yes indeed, you better believe it
And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook
And twenty seconds later, I heard a farmiliar voice
And you know what it said?
I’ll tell you what it said

It said
"If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"
"If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again"
"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"

In Albuquerque
Albuquerque

Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel
But I made a a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest
I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice
But first, I decided to buy some donuts

So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop
And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter
And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?"
I said "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said "No, we’re outta glazed donuts"
I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"
He said "No, we’re outta jelly donuts"
I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"
He said "No, we’re outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts"
I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?"
He said "No, we’re outta cinnamon rolls"
I said "You got any apple fritters?"
He said "No, we’re outta apple fritters"
I said "You got any bear claws?"
He said "Wait a minute, I’ll go check"
"No, we’re outta bear claws"
I said "Well, in that case – in that case, what do you have?"
He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels"
I said "OK, I’ll take that"

So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out
And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin’ me all over
(rabid gnawing sounds)
Oh man, they were just going nuts
They were tearin’ me apart
You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin’ through my head"
I believe it went a little something like this . . .

Doh
Get ‘em off me
Get ‘em off me
Oh
No, get ‘em off, get ‘em off
Oh, oh God, oh God
Oh, get ‘em off me
Oh, oh God
Ah, (more screaming)

I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face
Wavin’ my arms all around and just runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Like a constipated weiner dog
And as luck wouls have it, that’s exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams
Her name was Zelda
She was a caligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches
I’ll never forget the first thing she said to me.
She said "Hey, you’ve got weasels on your face"

That’s when I knew it was true love
We were inseperable after that
Aw, we ate together, we bathed together
We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss
The world was our burrito
So we got married and we bought us a house
And had two beautiful children – Nathaniel and Superfly
Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah

But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me
She said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?"
I said "Woah, hold on now, baby"
"I’m just not ready for that kinda commitment"
So we broke up and I never saw her again
But that’s just the way things go

In Albuquerque
Albuquerque

Anyway, things really started lookin’ upi for me
Because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream
That’s right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler
I even made employee of the month after I put that grease fire out with my face
Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that
I was gettin’ a lot of attitude

OK, like one time, I was out in the parking lot
Tryin’ to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil
When I see this guy Marty tryin’ to carry a big ol’ sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw"

So I did

And then he gets all indignant on me
He’s like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic"
Well, that’s just great
How was I supposed to know that?
I’m not a mind reader for cryin’ out loud
Besides, now he’s got a really cute nickname – Torso-Boy
So what’s he complaining about?

Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote
This guy comes up to me on the street and says he hasn’t had a bit in three days
Well, I knew what he meant
But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein
And he’s yellin’ and screamin’ and bleeding all over
And I’m like "Hey, come on, don’tcha get it?"
But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming
(screaming sounds)
You know, just completely missing the irony of the whole situation
Man, some people just can’t take a joke, you know?

Anyway, um, um, where was I?
Kinda lost my train of thought

Uh, well, uh, OK
Anyway I, I know it’s kinda been a roundabout way of saying it
But I guess the whole point I’m tryin’ to make here is

I hate sauerkraut

That’s all I’m really tryin’ to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandry
Full of loathing and self-doubt
And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence
At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that
Somewhere out there in this crazy mixed-up universe of ours
There’s still a little place called

Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque

I said "A" (A)
"L" (L)
"B" (B)
"U" (U)
"querque" (querque)

Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque
Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque

Albuquerque

by Rolling Stones
from the album Emotional Rescue

Well if you call this a life
Why must I spend it with you?
If the show must go on
Let it go on without you
So sick and tired hanging around with jerks like you

Who’ll tell me those lies
And let me think they’re true?
What am I to do
You want it, I got it too

Though the lies might be true
That’s just cause the joke’s about you
I’m so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you
You’re the first to get blamed, always the last bitch to get paid

Oh, tell me those lies
Let me think they’re true
I heard one or two
They weren’t about me, they weren’t about her
They were all about you

I may miss you
But missing me just isn’t you
I’m so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you

Tell me those lies
Let me think they’re true
I heard one or two, and they weren’t about me, they weren’t about her
They’re all about you
I’m so sick and tired
What should I do
You want it, you get it…
So how come I’m still in love with you?

by ZZ Top
from the album ZZ Top’s First Album

Well, I’m tryin’, yes I’m tryin just to get a line on you
Where you been?
But I’m havin’ trouble puttin’ a find on you
I’m wearin’ thin
Somebody else been shaking your tree.
Supposed to saving all that stuff for me.

You been hidin’, yes your’re hidin’, you been stayin’ out on me.
Sneakin’ ’round.
Me and you ain’t workin’ out just like we oughta be.
You’ve got me down.
Somebody else been shaking your tree.
Supposed to be saving all that stuff for me.

I’m tired of foolin’ around with you, and sittin’ here alone.
It’s on my mind.
I think it’s time for me to find a new tree of my own.
It’s plantin’ time.
Anything you wanna do is cool with me.
I don’t care who shakes your tree.

by Eminem
from the album N/A

I’m the illest rapper to hold a cordless
Patrolling corners
Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters
I’m meaner in action
Than Rosco beating James Tarteenyer (?)
And smackin his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
I grew up in the wild hood
As a hazardous youth
With a fucked up childhood
That I used as an excuse
And aint shit changed
But kept the same mindstate
Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
You probably think that I’m a negative person don’t be so sure of it
I don’t promote violence I just encourage it
I laugh at the sight of death
As I fall down a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your brain out
I’m blowing mine out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now

It’s only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my damn umbulical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But a more toward (?) droppin an accapella
The choppa (?) fella
The mozarella
Worse than a hellacopta propella
Got you locked in the cella
With your skeleton showing
Developing anorexia
While I’m standin next to ya
Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death
With an IV in your veins
Feeding you liquid darvicet
Pumping you full of drugs
Pull the plugs
On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs
Who were picked up in an ambulance
And driven
To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants
And given
A less than 20 percent chance
Of living
Have a possible placement
It’s a hospital patient
Storing the dead bodies in grandma’s little basement
Doctor Kevorkian has arrived
To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I’M STILL ALIVE!"
Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp
And pulling your adams apple out through your mouth
Better call the fire department
I’ve hired a arson
To set fire to carpet
And burn up your entire apartment
I’m a liar to start shit (?)
Got your bitch wrapped around my dick
So tight you need a crobar to pry her apart wit

Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg
Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40
Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D
Fuck an acid tab I’ll strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead
No more said case closed end of discussion
I’m blowin up like spontaneous human combustion
Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas
Cross the bombas (?)
We blowin up your house killing your parents
and coming back to get your foster mommas
And I’m as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus
Cause I aint making no more threats
I’m doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets
I’m more or less sick in the head
Maybe more cause I smoked crack (?)
today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath
Walk the block with a labrador
Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador
Foul style galore
Verbal cow manure
Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure

by Canibus
from the album 2000 B.C.

[Canibus]
Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a nigga unconcious and talk shit
In bare-knuckle boxin’, speed is the object
Weavin’ and dodgin’ with defensive blockin’
So in the ring, you cannot win
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin
The beautiful blend of power and strength
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end
I verbally burn a nigga,
Lyrically hurt a nigga,
Pull a voodoo verse on a nigga,
Kennedy curse a nigga,
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man?
Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man

<Chorus>
It’s been a long time,
I shouldn’t have left you,
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y’all (C’mon!!) I roast y’all (C’mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!
It’s been a long time,
I shouldn’t have left you,
Without a strong rhyme to step to
I told y’all (C’mon!!) I roast y’all (C’mon!!)
So come on (Hold on) Hold on!!

[Canibus]
Yo! I spit for it (lie for it!)
Live for it (die for it!)
Back out the nine, commit a homicide for it
If I’m handcuffed with the right to remain silent for it
I’ma blow trial and do the federal time for it
you mad at the last album, I apologise for it,
Yo, I can’t call it, motherfuckin’ Wyclef spoiled it,
But this time for 99 I got 5 on it
You should double up and put a dime on it,
Matter of fact, triple your nickle and put 14.99 on it
I’ma shine on it,
Watch Flex drop a bomb on it
About ten times on it
Watch people call a request line for it
Cypher sounds keep pushin rewind on it
Look out for the album with the Canibus design on it
12 O’Clock in the morning you’ll be standin on line for it
I’m a live poet, with a sharp ear and eye for it
Coz I tear down mics and put a out of order sign on it

<Chorus>

[Canibus]
Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics
Of a hollow tip at point blank distance
I flip shit when I spit shit
Father forgive Bis,
I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians
Coz they sounded like idiots
They went from silver to gold to platinum
After the millenium they’ll probably be wearin’ Iridium
They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they’d probably cum helium
Y’all niggaz can’t be serious,I was nice before ice
Before Christ, before the words let there be light
And a light took over the night
I was born with a mic
Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life
Took this rap shit to new heights
Before the Wright brothers took flight
Before dog fightin’ and aerial strikes
Before MC’s picked up pens and started to write
Before promotional marketin and posterlights
The Can-I-Bus’ll bust up mics
Punch out lights
Punch out your motherfuckin eyesight
For the title bought fight
Ask Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track for half price
The Canibus is too nice
Gimme that mic!

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