I don’t want to kiss or hold your hand
If it’s funny try and understand
There is really nothing else I’d rather do
Cos I’m happy just to dance with you
Let’s dance,
Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.
Let’s dance,
To the song they’re playin’ on the radio.
Oh, I used to be disgusted
And now I try to be amused
But since their wings have got rusted
You know, the angels want to wear my red shoes
One day while I was not at home
While she was there and all alone the angels came
Now all I have is memories of honey
And I wake up nights and call her name
Nobody answers when I call your name…
Your nobody called today,
She hung up when I asked her name.
Well I wonder does she think, she’s being clever?
You say nobody’s after you,
The fact is what you say is true,
But I can love you like nobody can, even better.
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
“Big Joe’s the name”, I told him mine
And he said: “The name of my rig is Phantom 309.”
By the time we hit that Chi-town,
Them bears was gettin’ smart:
They’d brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard.
There was armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps,
And rigs of every size.
Yeah, them chicken coops was fulla bears,
And choppers filled the skies.
Well the D.E.A.‘s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I’m back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol’ Charlie don’t you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
It’s propping up the governments in Columbia and Peru
You ask any D.E.A. man
He’ll say “there’s nothin’ we can do”
From the office of the President
Right down to me and you, me and you
Ninety nine decisions treat,
Ninety nine ministers meet,
To worry, worry, super scurry,
Call the troops out in a hurry.
This is what we’ve waited for,
This is it boys, this is war,
The President is on the line,
As ninety nine red balloons go by.
99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, take one down pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall.
If there’s something strange in you neighborhood
Who you gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
If there’s something weird
And it don’t look good
Who you gonna call? (Ghostbusters)
I ain’t afraid of no ghost
I ain’t afraid of no ghost
Fear no more for I bring you tidings of joy
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter fire imbibed,
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.
I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down,
And the flames went higher…
Fire, to destroy all you’ve done
Fire, to end all you’ve become
I’ll feel you burn
Fire, fire on the mountain.
Long distance runner, what you holding out for?
Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door.
The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor.
Well, you’ve got your diamonds and you’ve got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
But don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire