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I don’t know what my love supposed to do I don’t know what my love supposed to do Well, that’s how I fell when I put my arms around you Four walls, five beers, a burp and one T.V. Four walls, five beers, a burp and one T.V. That’s all you left, mama, of my happy home and me I don’t know what my love supposed to do I don’t know what my love supposed to do Well, that’s how I feel when you put your hands on meWhat Time Is It?
What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, Just early, early, early President, he sweat through his talcum News paper man, he watch like a falcon "Ah, look...daddy-o...sorry, Mr. President...where ya been?" Use a little english to doctor the spin What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, just early, early, early It's my bread and butter Ain’t got no other It's on the TV The spin's on me... Ayatollah, he's hopping mad Jibber about some damn jihad Send me back to old Baghdad Spin Doctor its oh so sad What time is it? Four thirty It's not late, naw, naw, Just early, early, early It's my bread and butter Ain’t got no other It's on the TV The spin's on me...Where Angels Fear To Tread
The ruthless turbaned bandit Turns his back upon the cradle As angry as you ever can recall And even though it’s raining You’re yet to join the flowers on the wall I’ve waited for a chance To paint your blue town red Slept where monsters dance On the flowers in your hand Fools go rushing in Where angels fear to tread The late night contingent Has a question that it poses And they’re smoking all The flowers you’ve arranged And the blind poet enters Beheading all you roses To make up for the beauty You’ve regained I’ve waited for a chance..... A heart may break in a twist of fate And be thrown upon the pile My bed still whirls though I see other girls When I stare a thousand miles A heart may break in a certain time and place But a friend still knows If it’s her kiss on your smile Your yellow dressed Athena Assaults your very windows And troubles all the clouds Around your bed And in the nearby land of the lovers The one-eyed man is crazy ‘Cause lovers are too blind To hear a word that the fool has said I’ve waited for a chance.....Wow
This stupid production with me and the big The history’s drawn in invisible ink Too many brains and not enough houses Not enough men, too many mouses We worried in the way in the title for blue? Maniacal tying of too many rue Black-balls poppin’ at the wicked parade Don’t wake up to the burn and pay? Stop with the camera and raise the flash pull up your socks ‘till they cover your ass— say goodbye, say goodbye no more mama’s apple pie Been with the Beattles and say goodbye? It worries me now, only who can say why,? Say goodbye, No more mama’s apple pie He covered the ball like a mascarade When your rhinestone’s poppin’ on the wicked parade Tell him a lie, hope you don’t get caught But you better not cry when cry when your soul-friend talks Life-boats floatin’ out on the flood Bloods thicker than water, bloods thicker than blood Another bullet deep another stupid? arrest And the sergeant says "Cool it?" Stop with the camera and raise the flash pull up your socks ‘till they cover your ass— say goodbye, say goodbye no more mama’s apple pie Been with the Beattles and say goodbye ? It worries me now, only who can say why, ? Say goodbye, No more mama’s apple pie