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| 1. |
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Well, the house is a-rockin'
Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother come on in Kick off your shoes, start losin' the blues This old house ain't got nothin' to lose Seen it all for years, start spreadin' the news We got room on the floor Come on baby shake sumpin' loose Well, the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother come on in Walkin' up the street you can hear the sound Of some bad honky-tonkers really layin' it down They've seen it all for years and got nothin' to lose So get out on the floor Shimmy til you shake sumpin' loose Well, the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother knockin' Yeah the house is a-rockin' Don't bother come on in |
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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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written by B. Setzer
You say you love me baby Well this ain't no lost and found I've got just one deal to make then I'll be trouble bound They say that you're a doll, that with you I'll keep on winnin' I think they're talkin' 'bout the kind of doll that you stick pins in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll If you keep on sinnin', I'll stick another pin in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll I asked the fortune teller where my love might be She gazed into her crystal ball then looked straight up at me I told her when your eyes met mine you cast an evil spell I made a deal with the devil man, my soul to him I'd sell You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll If you keep on sinnin', I'll just stick another pin in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll Got your gris-gris and your mojo, but it won't work on me Now you're mixin' up some love potion #3 Got my deal signed in blood and there ain't no turnin' back Cost me all of my money and my pink Cadillac You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll If you keep on sinnin', I'll stick another pin in You're my Hoodoo Voodoo Doll |
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| 3. |
| 4:03 |
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written by D. Tiomkin and N. Washington
When you're young and so in love as we And bewildered by the world we see Why do people hurt us so Only those in love would know What a town without pity can do If we stop to gaze upon a star People talk about how bad we are Ours is not an easy age We're like tigers in a cage What a town without pity can do The young have problems, many problems We need an understanding heart Why don't they help us, try to help us Before this clay and granite planet falls apart Take these eager lips and hold me fast I'm afraid this kind of joy can't last How can we keep love alive How can anything survive When these little minds tear you in two What a town without pity can do How can we keep love alive How can anything survive When these little minds tear you in two What a town without pity can do No, it isn't very pretty What a town without pity can do |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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written by B. Setzer and J. McDonnell
There's the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high Wearin' black drape coats, all real gone guys Cool skinheads with their rolled-up jeans Lookin' real tough and mighty mean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight They sew fishhooks under their collars They got razors in their shoes I said, "Go cat go," their battle cry World War III is startin' to brew Now the skinheads all use blackjacks And they're lookin' mighty mean They got chains wrapped around their fingers And their heads are all shaved clean There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Well, there ain't a man left standin' So let's all go get a beer No team is a winner So we'll see you all next year There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight Rumble in Brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do Line right up for a sideline view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There's a rumble in Brighton tonight |
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| 5. |
| 3:24 |
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written by B. Setzer
Now some people got it and some people don't I'm talkin' 'bout gettin' all the things in life that you want You can wish it might happen You can call it dumb luck But that guy's so lucky, he's just way much too much He's the man with the magic touch He's the man with the magic touch Don't give me all that "got lucky" such and such He's the man with the magic touch He won an all-expenses-paid vacation on a cruise ship 'round the world And when he gets home, he don't bother lookin' for no girl He's got a straight to the ace He got a royal flush Baby go rub his back for good luck He's the man with the magic touch He's the man with the magic touch Don't give me all that "got lucky" such and such He's the man with the magic touch He goes back to back, he goes hip to hip He goes face to face, now here' s the tip If he don't want it He throws it right back He knows some poor sucker's gonna take up the slack He's the man with the magic touch He's the man with the magic touch Don't give me all that "got lucky" such and such He's the man with the magic touch My blood is percolatin' I'm set for detonation When it comes to good lovin' He ain't hesitatin' He's the man with the magic touch |
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| 6. |
| 4:07 |
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I had one cup of coffee and a cigarette
Then I rolled out of bed with my shirt soaking wet If I was gonna get movin', now was the time So I packed up my bags and my Gretsch '59 It's a tough life, love But when push comes to shove It's the only life for Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool Played his guitar and he sang like a fool Don't let the big boys grind you down Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool He was a rebel that broke all the rules Everyone can't stop talkin' about The legend of Johnny Kool It was darker than black, not a star in the sky So I revved on the engine and let that Mercury fly With the wind blowin' by at a 105 It gave me a thrill just bein' alive It's a tough life, love But when push comes to shove It's the only life for Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool Played his guitar and he sang like a fool Don't let the big boys grind you down Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool He was a rebel that broke all the rules Everyone can't stop talkin' about The legend of Johnny Kool Rumor had it now this cat had it all He was loud, he was wild, and he sure rocked the hall Some guy grabbed my arm and I jumped on the stage And I was rockin' with a guy who was twice my age It's a tough life, love But when push comes to shove It's the only life for Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool Played his guitar and he sang like a fool Don't let the big boys grind you down Johnny Johnny, Johnny Kool He was a rebel that broke all the rules Everyone can't stop talkin' about The legend of Johnny Kool |
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| 3:41 |
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written by J. Strummer and B. Setzer
As I came across the Pecos and broke west of the line This thunderstorm was running and it ran me out of time So I was racing through the rain with this rig from Tennessee When a voice cut through the static, bringing comfort home to me They were singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring Now the levee wall was breaking, rocks were rolling from the ridge The announcer broke in, saying there was a bus trapped on the bridge So I turned my rig around, I was axle-deep in mud And I found those people stranded, the bridge was groaning in the flood Still my radio was singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring With the grinding of my engine, I hauled those people free With the raging river rising, the driver came thanking me So I told him about the message; he said, That can't be right The storm knocked out the radio tower late last Saturday night But through the static we heard singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring Them old truckers gonna tell you down the lonely interstate Out the dead air on the waveband, the Texas Playboys break You'll hear a keening voice, Bob Wills is with you as you drive And you'll know you got a broadcast straight from 1935 Can you hear him singing I ain't sittin' in no shack Got me a Ford right out the back So come on and roll me over If I ain't there in nothing flat With a honky-tonk attitude I'll be doing the straight line swing C'mon and grab your horseshoe And throw it in the ring |
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| 3:29 |
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I wanna mambo, sambo, do my number
Hold my baby all the summer Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rip it rock it, really bop it Flip it, flop it, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rock rock rock Roll roll roll Bop bop bop I wanna rip it rock it, really bop it Whoaaaaa, Davy Crockett Every time I hear that mellow saxophone I wanna rock rock rock Roll roll roll Bop bop bop. by Gabita |
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| 9. |
| 3:30 |
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written by B. Setzer
Cruisin' 'round this hopeless town, Down the lovely streets of desire You're my angel of mercy all dressed in white And I'm a smokin' gun for hire Takin' a walk on the wild side Johnny's got a habit that he can't hide Livin' life from high to high When nighttime comes, you can hear him cry Buzz buzz goes the needle With each jolt of pain, I call out your name Buzz buzz goes the needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain Day is night and night is day Being alive just gets in the way The twisting snake inside his brain Whispers to him, "Time to kill the pain" They told him opportunity was just around the corner Well, he wore out his shoes tryin' to find that corner He might just pick himself up again Until it happens, until then Buzz buzz goes the needle With each jolt of pain, I call out your name Buzz buzz goes the needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain He's not a new tattoo dedicated to you As the ink and the blood mix with pain It's a man on a white horse goin' nowhere And the man has no face or no name With the walls closin' in, he's runnin' for cover He's spinnin' way out of control He might just pick himself up again Until it happens, until then Buzz buzz goes the needle With each jolt of pain, I call out your name Buzz buzz goes the needle And I sacrifice, not in vain, not in vain Buzz buzz goes the needle Each drop of blood is a token of love Buzz buzz goes the needle And I want a sign from above |
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| 10. |
| 4:09 |
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written by B. Setzer
Diamonds and pearls, black silk stockings In her own world when she's rockin' She don't hang out with anyone else in the crowd Stiletto heels on the dance floor Does what she feels as the crowd roars She doesn't care what anyone else thinks of her My baby only cares for me We're a ship in the night all alone on the sea My baby only cares for me Give her a wink, exchange glances She doesn't give second chances Hey loverboy, you ain't got nothin' she needs Barons and earls would love to date her Better you should know sooner than later Hey, just one dance and you'll be caught in her trance My baby only cares for me We're a ship in the night all alone on the sea My baby only cares for me Silently waiting for love to explode on the scene Secretly wishing for someone to sweep her away What can I say? It could happen Black caviar, champagne cocktails Come as you are if all else fails Hey, here's the thing, she's got the world on a string My baby only cares for me We're a ship in the night all alone on the sea My baby only cares for me |
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| 11. |
| 2:57 |
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written by B. Setzer
Hey, Louis Prima We gotta get the hell outta town 'Cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips And her boyfriend don't want me around And wouldn't it be kinda funny If we got outta town with all the money Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down We were doin' all-nighters Cruisin' to a gig in Vegas Don't know what was goin' on But it surely did become contagious! When we pulled up to the show Ten thousand people or more all yelled out "Man your band is truly outrageous!" Hey, Louis Prima Man, you make 'em jump and shout I got a five-dollar bet on a two-dollar bill You're gonna show 'em what it's all about And wouldn't it be kinda funny If we got outta town with all the money Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down Hey, Louis Prima There's something that I just gotta know Have you still got that old black magic Or are you just a gigolo? All we need is some Sam Butera Then we can say "Buona Sera" Hey, Louis Prima You sure know how to lay it on down |
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| 12. |
| 3:59 |
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written by J. Strummer and B. Setzer
When it's raining and times are hard And there's too much junk in the backyard You hope for a rainbow Be it lotto or keno In the trailer park That's the light in the dark In all of the valleys Under lucky stars By the satellite dishes And the non-running cars I'm feeling all the people dreaming Blue tiles are cool All around the pool Greek columns are fine But give me a deal on the vine Nothing pretentious I haven't changed I got sixty billion But I'm still the same The pool is hot The beer is cold The cigar costs a lot And the wine is old Where the car reps dream Like Walter Mitty Oh, book me a berth In Sammy Davis City, yeah! Well, Annie and Danny Are growing too fast And I can't fix the hammock 'Cause I'm feeling half-assed Those basket ball hoops Became chicken coops There's a motel for sale A cafe and a jail In all of the valleys Under lucky Stars By the satillite dishes and the non-running cars I'm feeling all the people dreaming Blue tiles are cool All around the pool Greek columns are fine But give me a deal on the vine Nothing pretentious I haven't changed I got sixty billion But I'm still the same The pool is hot The beer is cold The cigar costs a lot And the wine is old Where the car reps dream Like Walter Mitty Oh, book me a berth In Sammy Davis City, yeah! I'm feeling all the people dreaming Feeling all the people dreaming Feeling all the people ... dreaming |
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