I got to have a shot
'Cause what you got is, oh, so sweet
You got to make it hot
Like a boomerang I need a repeat
Gimme all your lovin’
All your hugs and kisses too
Gimme all your lovin’
Don’t let up until we’re through
My boomerang won’t come back.
My boomerang won’t come back!
I’ve waved the thing all over the place,
Practiced till I was black in the face,
I’m a big disgrace to the aborigine race –
My boomerang won’t come back!
My Boomerang Won’t Come Back – Charlie Drake
-“BB”-
I want a new toy (oh ay oh), to keep my head expanding (ta)
I want a new toy (oh ay oh), nothing too demanding (ta)
Then when everything is in roses everything is static (ta)
Yeah, my new toy (oh ay oh), you’ll find us in the attic
When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hanging on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling, oh
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want to play with my ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want to play with my ding-a-ling
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
You can ring my bell, ring my bell
Asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said, “Baby, can’t you see?
I wanna be famous, a star of the screen”
But you can do something in between
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
Move over, baby, gimme the keys
I’m gonna try to tame your little red love machine
He loves your
Electric dumplings
Red bell peppers
Fuel injection
Service charge
Five-speed gearbox
Long endurance
Quest for junk food
Big refrigerator
Trembling Wilbury
Marble earrings
Porky curtains
Power steering
Bottled water
Parts and services
Wind
In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge
Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware
Check that heavy metal
Underneath your hood
Baby, I can work all night
Believe I got the perfect tools
Talking 'bout love
Talking 'bout love
Talking 'bout
You may have heard of jalopies
You’ve heard the noise they make
But let me introduce you to my Rocket '88
Yes it’s great, just won’t wait
Everybody likes my Rocket ‘88
Baby we’ll ride in style
Movin’ all along
Set my course for the deepest heavens
Dress me up like a rocket ship
And drag you screaming into my belly
Railing, complaining
And I seal my girl inside
'Cause she’s my girl and I’m her Planet Ride
The stars are falling from the sky
And you’re the reason why
The moon is shining on your face
And I finally think it’s found its place
'Cause maybe, baby
I just wanna do you, do you
Do you wanna do me, do me
Underneath the moonlight, the moonlight
Tonight?
The moon appears to shine and light the skies
With the help of some fireflies
I wonder how they have the power to shine, shine, shine
I can see them under the pine
But don’t hesitate
'Cause your love, just won’t wait
When the moon hits your eye
Like a big-a pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine
Like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
They dart out with jaws open wide.
Pharyngeal teeth hold the food tight in side.
Down the gullet it goes without a chew.
Then back to the crack where it’s waiting for you.
So, when you swim in the sea and an eel bites your knee, it’s a moray.
When you dive near a reef and an eel bites your beef, it’s a moray.
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust (yeah)
Hey, I’m gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind, oh
Everyone knows it’s Windy.
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with this crutch
Its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, “No, this will be the last”
And the wind cries
“Mary”