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Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time for the bus
We got to work - an' you're one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk
"When can I tell 'em wot I do?
In a second, maaan...oright Chuck!"
Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss
It's our profit, it's his loss
But anyway lunch bells ring
Take one hour and do your thanng!
Cheeesboiger!
If it's love that you're running from
There is no hiding place
(You can't run, you can't hide, you can't run)
Just your problems no one elses problems
You just have to face
(You can't run, you can't hide, you can't run)
So if you just put your hand in mine
We're gonna leave all our troubles behind
We gonna walk and don't look back (Don't look back)
We gonna walk and don't look back (Don't look back)
Now if your first lover let you down
There's something that can be done
(You can't run, you can't hide, you can't run)
Don't heal your faith in love
Remembering what's become
So if you just put your hand in mine
We're gonna leave all our troubles behind
We gonna walk
And don't look back (Don't look back)
We gonna walk
And don't look back (Don't look back)
Wo Yeah! (Wo, wo)
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown.
'Cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin' like I don't know how,
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin',
Don't you know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice.
Gotta keep on runnin gonna have me some fun if it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke then I'll always remember that I had a swingin time
Oh I'm gonna give it everything I got
Lady Luck stay with me, dice stay hot
The coke up my nose will dry away the snot so VIVA LAS VEGAS
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
I can't imagine anything that's better
The world is ours whenever we're together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of . . .
Groovin' . . . down a crowded avenue
Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things that we can see
We can be anyone we want to be
And all those happy people we could meet just . . .
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon
It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
It's been a hard day's night,
And I've been working like a dog,
It's been a hard day's night,
I should be sleeping like a log,
But when I get home to you,
I find the things that you do,
Will make me feel alright.
Ya' feelin' allright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Well, ya' feelin' allright?
I'm not feelin' too good myself
Don't get too lost in all I say
Though at the time I really felt that way
But that was then and now its today.........
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