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Live throughout 1984 World Tour
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| Album notes by FZ
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| These songs were selected from the repertoire of the 1984 World Tour. Over a six month period many hours of exciting live material was recorded in a 24 track digital format. It took another six months to remix it onto PCM 1610 digital 2 track masters. If you enjoy this recording, be advised that there is a lot more lurking in the Vault. The recording dates were:
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| - The HAMMERSMITH ODEON - London, England, 8/10/84
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| - The CIVIC CENTER - Providence, Rhode Island, 26/10/84
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| - AMHERST COLLEGE - Lowell, Massachusetts, 28/10/84
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| - The TOWER THEATER - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 10/11/84
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| - The BISMARCK THEATRE - Chicago, Illinois, 23/11/84
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| - The BAYFRONT ARENA - St. Petersburg, Florida, 1/12/84
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| - The PARAMOUNT THEATRE - Seattle, Washington, 17/12/84
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| - QUEEN ELIZABETH THEATRE - Vancouver, British Columbia, 18/12/84
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| - The UNIVERSAL AMPHITHEATRE - Los Angeles, California, 23/12/84
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| [Notes by FZ] Head is from London, solo from Providence.
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| [Notes by FZ] Body of tune is from Chicago, ending is from Seattle.
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| From Madame Wong’s to Starwood to the Whisky on the Strip
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| You can hear the crashing, blasting strum of bands that come to be real hip
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| And get a record contract from a talent scout someday
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| They’ll sell their ass, their cocks and balls, they’ll take the check an’ walk away
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| If they’re lucky they’ll get famous for a week or two perhaps
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| They’ll buy some ugly clothes to wear and hope the business don’t collapse
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| Before some stupid magazine decides they’re really good
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| They’re a Tinsel Town Rebellion Band from DOWNTOWN HOLLYWOOD!
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| Tinsel Town Rebellion
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| Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
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| It’s a little bitty Tinsel Town Rebellion
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| A Tinsel Town Rebellion Band
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| They used to play all kinds of stuff and some of it was nice
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| Some of it was musical, but then they took some guy’s advice
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| To get a record deal, he said, they would have to be more PUNK
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| Forget their chops and play real dumb or else they would be sunk
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| So off they go to S.I.R. to learn some stupid riffs
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| Oh no!
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| No!
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| No, no, no, no, no, no
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| No!
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| It’s the 80’s again!
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| And when they think they’ve got it
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| They launch a new career
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| Who gives a fuck if what they play
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| Is somewhat insincere?
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✄ Let’s dance the blues again, everybody!
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Dance the blues again
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Come on and dance the blues again
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Get down from the…
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✄ I write the songs that make the young girls cry!
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| Did you know that in Tinsel Town the people down there think that substance is a bore?
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| And if your New Wave group looks good they’ll hurry on back for more
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| Of leather groups
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Eye to eye, ✄ rock you like a nincompoop!
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| And plastic groups
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✄ Whip it good!
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| And groups that look real queer
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✄ I’ll tumble 4 ya!
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He’ll tumble 4 you
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I’ll tumble 4 ya!
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He’ll tumble 4 you very much
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Moo moo moo moo moo
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| Hometown sausage jamboree
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Moo moo moo moo moo
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Moo moo moo moo moo
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Moo moo moo MOO-AHHH!
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| The Tinsel Town aficionados come to see and not to hear
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| But then again this system works as perfect as a dream
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| It works for all of those record company pricks
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| (Let’s see that record company prick again)
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| It works for all of those record company pricks
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| (No, no, do it when it hits the floor)
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| It works for all of those record company pricks who come to skim the… CREAM
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| From the cesspools of excitement where Jim Morrison once stood
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| It’s that Tinsel Town Rebellion from down down down
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| Down down down
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| Town town town
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| Town town town
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| Holly lolly lolly
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| Holly lolly lolly
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| Woody woody pecker pecker
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| Woody woody pecker pecker
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| Woo-oo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ood
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| Woody pecker pecker!
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| Woody woody pecker pecker!
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| Hi-yo, Woody!
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| Hi-yo, Pecker!
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| Hi-yo, Silver!
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| One-Adam-Twelve, see de pecker!
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| [Notes by FZ] Verses from St. Petersburg, solo from London.
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| (It’s a boy in a muumuu)
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| Well, I’m about to get sick from watchin’ MTV
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| I been checkin’ out the HO-HO-HO until my eyeballs fail to see
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| I mean to say that every day is just another rotten group
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| (Right you are, girl)
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| And when it’s gonna change, my friend, will probably make you stoop, I don’t know
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| So I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’, hopin’ for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin’ every time I hear them sayin’
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| (Oh no!)
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| There’s no way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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| There’s no way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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| Wednesday I watched the riot, I seen those cops out on the street
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| I watched them throwin’ rocks and stuff, and chokin’ in the heat
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| I listened to reports (Oh, we gotta!) ‘bout the whisky passin’ around
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| (Sho’ ‘nuff… dontcha!)
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| I seen the smoke and fire and the market burnin’ down
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| Watched while everybody on his street would HA HA HA!
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| To stomp and smash and bash and crash and slash and bust and burn
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| And I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’, hopin’ for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin’ every time I hear ‘em sayin’
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| (Oh no!)
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| There’s no way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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| There’s no way to delay that trouble comin’ every day
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| [Instrumental]
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| I’m watchin’ and I’m waitin’, hopin’ for the best
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| Even think I’ll go to prayin’ every time I hear ‘em sayin’
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| (Oh no!)
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| [Notes by FZ] Vocal section from Vancouver and St. Petersburg, solo from Vancouver.
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| She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh
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| Rennenhenninnahenninnenninahennn
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| Way over on the wet side of the bed
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| Just like the mighty penguin
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| Flappin’ her eight ounce wings
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| Lord, you know it’s all over
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| If she come atcha on the strut & wrap ‘em all around yer head
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| Flappin’ her eight ounce wings, flappinumm
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| She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| HO-HO-HO! HO-HO-HO!
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| (Ooh, you missed! Oh sorry!)
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| (How ‘bout the next contestant?)
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| Shake up the pale-dry ginger ale
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| Tremblin’ like a penguin when the underpants fail
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| Yeah yeah
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| Lord, you must be havin’ her jumpin’ through a hoopa real fire ▶
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| With some Kleenex wrapped around a coat-hang wire
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| [Instrumental]
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| Little penguin
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| A dirty little bird!
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| What?
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| [Instrumental]
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| She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh
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| Rennenhenninnahenninneninahenn
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| Howlin’ over to some antarcticulated moon
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| In the frostbite nite with her flaps gone white
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| Shriekin’ as she spot the hoop across the room
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| The you-hoo-hoo
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| Oh, One-Adam-Twelve, see the hoop
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| You know it must be a penguin bound down
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| If you hear that terrible screamin’ and there ain’t no other birds around
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| She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh
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| She’s just like a penguin in bondage, boy
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh
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| Rennenhenninnahenninneninahenn
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| HO-HO-HO, Bill!
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| Aw, you must be careful not to leave her HO-HO-HO TOO LOOSE
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| (It’s a town in France)
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| ‘Cause she just might box yer dog
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| ‘Cause she just might box yer doggie
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| An’ leave you a dried-up kind of a dog biscuit… woo!
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| Bow wow
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| Wow wow
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| Bow wow
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| Bow wow
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| Bow wow
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| [FZ] I used to have a job an’ I was doin’ fairly well
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| Depression came along an’ everybody start to yell:
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| “Where’d they go, them good ol’ days an’ all that crap we used to sell?”
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| Now I’m in Hot-Plate Heaven at the Green Hotel
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| Republicans is fine if you’re a multi-millionaire
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| Democrats is fair if all you own is what you wear
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| Neither of ‘em’s really right ‘cause neither of ‘em care
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| ‘Bout that Hot-Plate Heaven ‘cause they ain’t been there
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| They really oughta go an’ find out how the hallway smell
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| They’d benefit to know ‘bout what the bums in there could tell
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| (I guess we’re only dreamin’ but I s’pose it’s just as well
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| That’s all you get to dream up in the Green Hotel)
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Nature didn’t put me here an’ neither did my fate
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| It musta been some evil ol’ Republican candidate
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| He’s over there in Washington but I wish he was in hell
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| ‘Cause I’m in Hot-Plate Heaven at the Green Hotel
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| Things is slightly better now, they hope we will forget
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| The misery of “TRICKLE-DOWN” an’ jelly bean etiquette
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| The Regal Presidential Style has simply not worn well
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| But neither has my rags up in the Green Hotel
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| I said the Green Hotel
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| I mean the Green Hotel
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| Been there once the Green Hotel
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| We’re goin’ again the Green Hotel
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| Neither has my rags up in the Green Hotel
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| Hey, pass me the dog-food!
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| [Notes by FZ] Front of tune is from Los Angeles, vocals from Philadelphia, solo from Los Angeles.
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Hey! What’s new in Baltimore?
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| (How ‘bout that chord that Ray played?)
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| Hey! What’s new in Baltimore?
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| (The newest chord in all of Baltimore!)
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| Hey! What’s new in Baltimore?
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| What’s new in Baltimore?
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Hey! What’s new in Baltimore?
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| Hey! What’s new in Baltimore?
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| Hey! What’s new in Baltimore?
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| What’s new in Baltimore?
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| What’s new in Baltimore?
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| What’s new in Baltimore?
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| [Notes by FZ] Los Angeles.
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| [FZ] Hey, this is for all the Republicans in the audience
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| Cock-sucker Sammy, get your motherfuckin’ mammy
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| We’re goin’ downtown to the Cock-Suckers’ Ball
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| Fuck, suck an’ fight
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| Till beginnin’ of the broad daylight
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| We don’t need no goddamn taxi fare
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| We’re gonna trim them whores in a rockin’-chair
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| Take off all the rags
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| We’re gonna play a little game called ‘Tag’
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| Tomorrow night at the rotten Cock-Suckers’ Ball
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| Come on you po’-ass singers and you big-dick slingers
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| We’re goin’ downtown to the Cock-Suckers’ Ball
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| Fuck, suck an’ fight
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| Till beginnin’ of the broad daylight
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| We don’t need no goddamn taxi fare
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| We’re gonna trim them whores in a rockin’-chair
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| Take off all the rags
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| We’re gonna play a little game called ‘Tag’
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| Tomorrow night at the rotten Cock-Suckers’ Ball
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Tomorrow night at the rotten Cock-Suckers’ Ball!
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| [FZ] Thank you, you’re too kind!
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| [Notes by FZ] Los Angeles.
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| [FZ] So…
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| Ha! Ha! Ha!
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| I say WPLJ, won’t you take a drink with me?
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| Jungle boogie now!
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| WPLJ really taste good to me
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| Well, it’s a good, good wine
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| It really makes you feel so fine, so fine, so fine
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| I went to the store, when they opened up the door
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| I said: “Please, please, please, gimme some more”
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| Ooh, what it do to you, to you, to you!
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| You take the bottle, you take the can
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| Shake it up fine, you get a good, good wine
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| Ooh, what it do to you, to you, to you!
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| The “W” is the White
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| The “P” is the Port
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| The “L” is the Lemon
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| The “J” is the Juice
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| Ooh, what it do to you, to you, to you!
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| I feel so good, I feel so fine
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| Got plenty lovin’, got plenty wine
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| Ooh, what it do to you, to you, to you!
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| Ooh, what it do to you, to you, to you!
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| White Port and Lemon Juice
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| Ooh, what it do to you!
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| [Notes by FZ] Intro from Los Angeles, piano solo from St. Petersburg, drum solo from Vancouver, guitar solo from Amherst College, out-chorus from Los Angeles.
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| [Notes by FZ] Los Angeles (the last song of the last show of the last tour).
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| [Bobby Martin] I been run down
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| Lord, an’ I been lied to
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| And I don’t know why
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| I let that mean woman make me out a fool
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| Well, she took all my money
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| An’ wrecked my new car
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| Now she’s with one of my good-time buddies
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| Drinkin’ in some crosstown bar
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| Sometimes I feel…
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| Well, sometimes I feel…
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| Like I been tied, well, to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’
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| My friends tell me
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| Oh, that I been such a fool
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| I have to stand back an’ take it, babe
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| All for loving you
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| I drown myself in sorrow
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| As I look at what you’ve done
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| But nothin’ seems to change
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| That bad times stay the same and I can’t run
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| Sometimes I feel…
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| Well, sometimes I feel…
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| Like I been tied, well, to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| Tied to the whippin’ post
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| Oh, good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’
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| Oh! Oh Lord, Lord no!
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| Yeah Lord ooh!
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| Oh! I been tied down
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| Sometimes I feel…
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| Well, sometimes I feel…
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| Like I been tied, oh-wo-wo, to the whippin’ post
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| Yeah, tied to the whippin’ post
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| Well, I’m tied to the whippin’ post
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| YEAAAH! LO-WO-OOOOOOOH-OO-WE-OO-WEE OOOH!
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| LO-OO-OW-OW-OO LORD LORD
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| You know sometimes I really do believe…
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| Well, I believe…
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| I said I believe…
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| I said I do believe…
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| I said I really do believe…
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| Well, an’ I must say it one more time, I believe…
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| That there just ain’t no such thing… as dyin’
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