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Maybe I should get Tattoos. Particularly on my arms.
Everybody seems to be doing this these days. I just want to look cool.
(UD Jews, talkin to you guys..again.)
Maybe I should get Tattoos
I saw Star Wars at least eight times
Had the Pac-Man pattern memorized
And I've seen the stuff they put inside Stretch Armstrong, yeah
I was Roger Stauback in my back yard
Had a shoebox full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars
On my right arm
Well, I was a kid when Elvis died
And my mama cried
It was 1970 somethin'
In the world that I grew up in
Farrah Faucett hairdo days
Bell Bottoms and 8-track tapes
Lookin back now, I can see me
And oh man, did I look cheesy?
But I wouldn't trade those days for nothin'
Oh, it was 1970 something
It was the dawning of a new decade
When we got our first microwave
Dad broke down and finally shaved them old sideburns off
I took the stickers off of my Rubix Cube
Watched MTV all afternoon
My first love was Daisy Duke
In them cut off jeans
A space shuttle fell out of the sky
And the whole world cried
It was 1980 something
In the world that I grew up in
Skating rinks and Black Trans Ams
Big hair and parachute pants
Lookin back now I can see me
Oh man, did I look cheesy?
But I wouldn't trade those days for nothin'
Oh, it was 1980 something
Now I got a mortgage and an SUV
But all this responsibility
Makes me wish sometimes
(Sometimes)
It was 1980 something
In the world that I grew up in
Skating Rinks and Black Trans Ams
Big hair and parachute pants
Lookin back now I can see me
Oh man, did I look cheesy?
But I wouldn't trade those days for nothin'
Oh, it was 1980 something
1970 something, aw, it was 19 something
Let's go girls
C'mon
I'm goin' out tonight, I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out
Wanna make some noise, really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout, uh
No inhibitions, make no conditions
Get a little outta line
I ain't gonna act politically correct
I only wanna have a good time
The best thing about bein' a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and
Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts, short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction
Color my hair, do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man, I feel like a woman (hey!)
The girls need a break, tonight we're gonna take
The chance to get out on the town
We don't need romance, we only wanna dance
We're gonna let our hair hang down
The best thing about bein' a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun and
Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts, short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction
Color my hair, do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free, yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man, I feel like a woman
Uh, huh
Oh, yeah
The best thing about bein' a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun, fun, fun
Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts, short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild, yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction
Color my hair, do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free yeah, to feel the way I feel
(The way I feel)
Man, I feel like a woman
Hey!
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Act totally crazy
Can you feel it?
Come, come, come on baby
I feel like a woman
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And you can say well
And you can pray yeah
What about those days we break up the alphabet
Some itch and ripple bones beneath the flesh
No hesitation keeping the theory in trim
What about that stuff that keeps on pouring in
I wouldn't cry no pleasure in doing it but
There are those days the luxury ain't too much
I wouldn't bother if it was all in the mind
It's in the body; the body still knows best
And you can say well there goes a lucky guy
Amd you can say well there goes the neighbourhood
And you can say well there goes a bob or two
And you can pray that it would or wouldn't happen to you
And all of this is not imagination
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not in explanation
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
What about those days we make up a secret pact
To splash and paddle into the dark and back
No hesitation never a shadow of doubt
What about that stuff you keep on shouting out
Oh I could try to weigh it up and measure it but
Most of the time the effort is just too much
I wouldn't bother if it was all in the mind
It's in the body; the body still knows best
And you can say well there goes a lucky guy
And you can say well there goes the neighborhood
And you can say well there goes a bob or two
And you can pray that it would or wouldn't happen to you
And all of this is not imagination
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not in explanation
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And you can say well there goes a lucky guy
Amd you can say well there goes the neighbourhood
And you can say well there goes a bob or two
And you can pray that it might just happen to you...
And all of this is not imagination
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not in explanation
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not imagination
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
And all of this is not in explanation
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
It's just me putting my hand on my heart
There's a man in the funny papers we all know
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He lives way back a long time ago
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He don't eat nothin' but a bear cat stew
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Well, this cat's name is Alley-Oop
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He got a chauffeur that's a genuine dinosaur
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
And he can knuckle your head before you count to four
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He got a big ugly club and a head full of hair
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Like great big lions and grizzly bears
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
(Alley-Oop) He's the toughest man there is alive
(Alley-Oop) Wearin' clothes from a wildcat's hide
(Alley-Oop) He's the king of the jungle jive
(Look at that cave man go) (Scream)
He rides through the jungle, tearin' limbs off of trees
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Knockin' great big monsters dead on their knees
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
The cats don't bug him 'cause they know better
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
'Cause he's a mean motor scooter and a bad go-getter
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
(Alley-Oop) He's the toughest man there is alive
(Alley-Oop) Wears clothes from a wildcat's hide
(Alley-Oop) He's the king of the jungle jive
(Look at that cave man go) (Scream)
There he goes
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Look at that cave man go
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He sure is hip, ain't he?
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Like what's happening
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He's too much
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Ride, daddy, ride
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Hi-yo, dinosaur
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Ride, daddy, ride
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Get 'em, man
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
Like hips ville
(Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
A cool industrial working class city up in Kentucky.
Louisville is an amazing city.
Seen the real atrocities
Buried in the sand
Stockpiled safety for a few
We stand holding hands
I'm living in the Ice age
I'm living in the Ice age
Nothing will hold
Nothing will fit
Into the cold
It's not an eclipse
Living in the Ice age
Living in the Ice age
Living in the Ice age
Searching for another way
She can hide behind the door
Live in holes and disused shafts
Hopes for little more
I'm living in the Ice age
I'm living in the Ice age
Nothing will hold
Nothing will fit
Into the cold
No smile on your lips
Living in the Ice age
Living in the Ice age
Living in the Ice age
Living in the Ice age
Living in the Ice age
Living in the Ice age
Living in the Ice age
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