She said, “Babe, you know, I miss Jill and Joe
And all my funky friends”
But my street understanding was just enough
To know what she really meant
And I got to thinking while she was talking
That I know she told the story
Of those special places that she goes
And when she rides with the others in the subway singing
Don’t turn around, wa-uh-oh (yeah-yeah)
Der Kommissar’s in town, wa-uh-oh
And if he talks to you and you don’t know why
You say your life is gonna make you die
If you ain’t reggae for it, funk out!
No one knockin’ at your door? Funk out!
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!
Combatative, repetitive
Don’t life just funk you out?
Asinine, stupefying
Can the clone line dry you out?
Part of the swarming mass? Funk out!
Slugged by the new increase? Funk out!
Scared of the human bomb? Funk out!
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!
So I got up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina
I asked the guy, “Why you so fly?” he said, “Funky Cold Medina”
You know I’m saying
Funky Cold Medina
Speedy Gonzales
Why don’t cha come home?
Speedy Gonzales
How come ya leave me all alone?
“Hey, Rosita come quick
Down at the cantina they giving green stamps with tequila”
Speedy Gonzales. Pat Boone
If you’re on a highway and a road runner goes “beep beep”
Just step aside or you might represent a heap
Road runner road runner runs down the road all day
Even the coyote can’t make him change his ways
I found your picture today,
I swear I’ll change my ways.
I just called to say I want you to come back home.
I just called to say I love you –
Come back home.
Picture – Kid Rock (feat. Sheryl Crow)
-“BB”-
When you left me all alone
You left me cryin’ on my own
Tell me, tell me, what you gonna do
Tell me pretty baby
Cause I’m still in love with you
Come back (baby)
Come back – won’t you come back to me?
Come back (baby)
Come back – won’t you come back to me?
Come back when you grow up, girl
You’re still livin’ in a paper-doll world
Livin’ ain’t easy, lovin’s twice as tough
So come back, baby, when you grow up
I’m gonna try for an uptown girl
She’s been living in her white-bred world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she’s looking for a downtown man
That’s what I am
Well, I’m hot blooded
Check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on, baby, do you do more than dance?
I’m hot blooded, I’m hot blooded
It’s hot here at night, lonely, black and quiet
On a hot summer night
Don’t be afraid of the world we made
On a hot summer night
‘Cause when a long-legged lovely walks by
Yeah, you can see the look in her eye
Then you know that it’s
Hot in the city, hot in the city tonight, tonight
Hot in the city, hot in the city tonight, tonight
On a hot summer night,
Would you offer your throat
To the wolf with the red roses?
Hot Summer Night – Meat Loaf
It turned colder, that’s where it ends
So I told her we’d still be friends
Then we made our true love vow
Wonder what she’s doing now
Summer dreams ripped at the seams
But, oh
Those summer nights!
Hot summer night in Sausalito
Can’t stand the heat another mile
Let’s drop a quarter in the meter
And hit the sidewalk for a while
I’ll have a burger and a root beer
You feed the heap some of the grape
A shot of premium to boot, dear
We’ll get across the Golden Gate
California, Here I Come (yeaaaaaah!)
Right back where I started from
Where bowers of flowers
Bloom in the spring
Each morning at dawning
Birdies sing at everything
A sunkissed miss said, “Don’t be late!”
That’s why I can hardly wait (come on!)
Open up (open up! open up!) that golden gate
California, Here I Come
Sitting in a park in Paris France
Reading the news and it sure looks bad
They won’t give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of lands to see
But I wouldn’t want to stay here
It’s too old and cold and settled in its ways here
Oh but California
California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I’ll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know, I’m gonna shine
I use to frequently sing this at karaoke nights with a friend, who took the female part. When it came time to sing my line I would occasionally change the highlighted word ‘what’ to ‘who’…
IN PLAY:
She used her body just like a bandage,
She used my body just like a wound.
I’ll probably never know where she disappeared,
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now
Just like an angel rising up from a tomb!
Objects in the Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are – Meat Loaf
-“BB”-
It’s really good to hear your voice calling my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Saying those words, it makes me weep
And I never wanna say goodbye, but girl, you make it hard to be faithful
From the lips of an angel
A desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Someplace better than where you’ve been
A coffee machine that needs some fixin’
In a little cafe just around the bend
I am calling you
Can’t you hear me?
I am calling you, ooh