Here it’s another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody
I got some money 'cause I just got paid
Now how I wish I had someone to talk to
I’m in an awful way
Now, another fella told me he had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of being my deliverance, she had a strange resemblance
To a cat named Frankenstein
(Sam Cooke)
I got some money in my pocket, I got the car keys in my hand
I got myself a couple of tickets, to see a rock ‘n’ rollin’ band
Come on girl just get on your shoes, we’re gonna hear some sounds
Come on babe you know there ain’t no time to mess around…
Then one fine morning
She puts on a New York station
She don’t believe what she heard at all
She started shaking to that fine, fine music
You know her life was saved by rock ‘n’ roll
(Velvet Underground)
I’ve seen the lights go out on Broadway
I saw the Empire State laid low
And life went on beyond the Palisades
They all bought Cadillacs and left there long ago
They held a concert out in Brooklyn
To watch the Island bridges blow
They turned our power down
And drove us underground
But we went right on with the show
Billy Joel
All I need
And it don’t let me down, it don’t let me down
Tell me where the fight is
Tell me where the high is
Can you hear me now?
Jake Bugg
Keep a-wearing your bracelets and your new Rara
And cross your heart, yeah, with your livin’ bra
Chimney Sweep Sparrow with guise
Judy in disguise, with glasses
Come to me tonight, come to me tonight
Taking everything in sight
Except for the strings on my kite
John Fred and His Playboys
Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times
Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times
Hang up your chairs to better sweep
Clear the floor to dance
Sweep the floor into the fireplace
Hang up your chairs to better sweep
Clear the floor to dance
Throw the chairs into the fireplace…
Underground, underground
Everything’s heavy underground
You been kicked around?
Did life bring you down here?
Everything’s heavy underground
Bargain buildings, weights and pulleys
Feathers hit the ground before
The weight can leave the air…
You know.
I pulled in to Nazareth
Was feeling 'bout half past dead
I just need someplace
Where I can lay my head
Hey, mister, can you tell me
Where a man might find a bed?
He just grinned and shook my hand
No was all he said
Take a load off, Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
And you put the load right on me
(The Band)
Seaquake by morning, says QUAKE-TV
Rogue wave comes high
And it breaks all over me
They may fix the weather in the world
Just like Mr. Gore said
But tell me what’s to be done
Lord, 'bout the weather in my head
Four old hippies driving in the rain
I asked for a lift
They said, get used to the pain…
Donald Fagen
Pump up the jam
Pump it up
While your feet are stomping
And the jam is pumping
Look ahead, the crowd is jumpin’
Pump it up a little more
Get the party goin’ on the dance floor
See, 'cause that’s where the party’s at
And you’d find out if you do that
@inspectorjason
Me, turning on my computer every morning
I ran into her on computer camp
Was that in '84?
Not sure, I had my commodore 64, had to score
Not with that tutor tramp
She’s not a tramp, her name is Judy
That’s a nice name
Yeah, she’s a nice girl
Big deal, did you get in her pants?
She’s not that kind of a girl, booger…
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Not with that tutor tramp
She’s not a tramp, her name is Judy
That’s a nice name
Yeah, she’s a nice girl
Big deal, did you get in her pants?
She’s not that kind of a girl, booger…
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Girls get massages, they cry and they moan
Tell Lizzie Arden to leave me alone
I’m not so hot, but my shape is my own
That’s why the lady is a tramp
The food at Sardis is
perfect, no doubt
I wouldn’t know what the Ritz is about
[I drop a nickel and coffee comes out
That’s why the lady is a tramp
Rodgers and Hart
Don’t use clapped out formatting fucked ipad, Etty. I should know better.
Possibly NWS -
I’m replying with a link. The music of course is Steve Winwood’s Valerie and pumped up doesn’t even touch the sides of this video.
Okay Etty, let’s have a battle! 
Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Challenge accepted!
Run DMC & Jay Nevis
We are young
Heartache to heartache
We stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
Pat Benetar
You wanted a challenge that’s calling you higher
I landed on my feet by crawling
I remember standing alone trying to forget you idling
I hate to admit that that’s my reference point
But there it is
You say you want me…
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all.
ABBA
Almost a breakdown
Of our love affair
The stiletto cuts quick
Like a whip through the air
Long distance winners
Will we survive the flight?
Not one of us runs
From the firelight
I would love to believe
I believe what you say
In the drama of the moment
Oh no, there is no easy way
No one ever leaves
Everyone stays close 'til the fire fades
(Fleetwood Mac)
