Lies, dripping off your mouth like dirt
Lies, lie in every step you walk
Lies, whispered sweetly in my ear
Lies, how do I get out of here
Why, why you have to be so cruel
Lies, lies, lies, I ain’t such a fool
You think that you’re such a smart girl
And I’ll believe what you say
But who do you think you are, girl
To lead me on this way hey
Lies, lies
I can’t believe a word you say
Lies, lies
Are gonna make you sad someday
Some day you’re gonna be lonely
But you won’t find me around
Lies, lies
A-breakin’ my heart, ah
“I wanna be with you
Long as you want me to
But don’t move away”
Ain’t that what you said?
Ain’t that what you said?
Ain’t that what you said?
Liar
Liar, liar
Why must you hurt me, do what you do?
Listen here, girl, can’t you see I love you?
Make a little effort, try to be true.
I’ll be happy, not so blue.
Liar, liar, pants on fire –
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire,
Liar, Liar – The Castaways
-“BB”-
I put a nickel in the telephone, dialed my baby’s number
Got a brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, busy line
Each time I tried I got a busy tone, not my baby’s number
Just a brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr, busy line
Called his uncle in Jamaica
Left a message with the baker
Even checked the number in the telephone book
Got so awfully, awfully worried
To my baby’s house I hurried
When I looked inside, the phone was off the hook
Busy Line. Rose murphy
All God’s creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on a telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands, or paws, or anything they’ve got now
Sing out
The Lord is near
Build him a temple here
A palace of praise
A throne of thanksgiving
Made for the King of kings
My sweet Lord
Mmm, my Lord
Mmm, my Lord
I really wanna see you
Really wanna be with you
Really wanna see you, Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord
The Lord bless you
And keep you
Make His face shine upon you
And be gracious to you
The Lord turn His Face toward you
And give you peace
Everybody’s talking about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism
Ragism, Tagism, this-ism, that-ism
Ism ism ism
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
B.B. Bumble and the Stingers, Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers
Lonnie Mack and twangin’ Eddie, here’s my ring, we’re goin’ steady
Take it easy, take me higher, liar liar, house on fire
Loco-motion, Poco, Passion, Deeper Purple, Satisfaction
Baby baby, gotta gotta, gimme gimme, gettin’ hotter
Sammy’s cookin’, Lesley Gore, Ritchie Valens, end of story
Mahavishnu, Fujiyama, Kama Sutra, Rama Lama
Richard Perry, Spector, Barry, Righteous, Archies, Nilsson Harry
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko Bop it, Fats is back and Finger Poppin’
Life is a rock
But the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder
So my DJ told me
(Whoa-oh)
Life is a rock
But the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow
Lies a golden oldie
A thin moon me in a smoke-screen sky
Where the beams of your love-light chase
Don’t move, don’t speak, don’t feel no pain
With the rain running down my face
Your matches still light up the sky
And many a tear lives on in my eye
Down in the city just Hoople and me
Don’t I love him so?
Ooh, don’t I love him so?
(“Now I’m Here,” Queen)
Cause I have waited all my life (flying high)
For the one worth giving (love sky high)
And I don’t have to think it twice (flying high)
Let’s go up and away
Love’s light in flight
Fuel injection passion (flying high)
Love’s light in flight (love sky high)
Fuel injection passion
At night we ride through the mansions of glory
In suicide machines.
Sprung from cages on Highway 9 –
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin’ out over the line.
Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen
-“BB”-
I’m in love with my car
Got a feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy-racer Rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Baby, you can drive my car
Yes, I’m gonna be a star
Baby, you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you
Here in my car
Where the image breaks down
Will you visit me, please
If I open my door in cars?
And the ride
I say, the ride is so smooth
You must be a Limousine
Love is a stranger
In an open car
To tempt you in
And drive you far away
Take her on the highway for a little spin
I want to see the kind of shape she’s in
And I got a brand new star
Jack her up baby, go on, open the hood
I want to check if her oil smells good
Mm, smells like caviar