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"Dollar Bill"
copyright 1993 Fudge Gun Music (BMI)
I met a girl last night, pretty as a one dollar bill
She lived in a big old house, way up on the hill
Her father owns some banks, I'd say he'd like to play in the vault
Her eyes felt money, honey and in her I couldn't find no fault
When her name was Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, one dollar bill
I said Jill, Jill, Jill, one dollar bill.
I met a girl last night pretty as a five dollar bill
She squeezed me so hard and tight, I nearly, I lost my will
Her eye's they sparkle like diamonds, her teeth were as white as pearls
And when she shuts my light, you know she really changed my world
When her name was Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, five dollar bill
I said Jill, Jill, Jill, five dollar bill
Why don't you show, I guess I'll never really know, why can't you say,
Those words to me, never really thought of what I'm not, only what are you,
Could care. You said you'd kill my way, I say I'll never be the same,
'cause you only play in this stupid fucking game,
and the only thing is that you were a lady, and I'll never be the same.
I met a girl last night pretty as a ten dollar bill
Something missing in my life, you know she could fulfill
Never really stopped to think, could I really love her
Always seem to miss the truth hidden now under the covers
When her name was Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, Jill, ten dollar bill
I said Jill, Jill, Jill, ten dollar bill
Why don't you show, I guess I'll never really know, why can't you say,
Those words to me, never really thought, of what I'm not, only what are you,
Could care. You said you'd kill me way, I say I'll never be the same,
'cause you only play, with this stupid fucking game, and the only thing
is that you were a lady.
"Perfect World"
copyright 1993 Fudge Gun Music (BMI)
In a perfect world, I know your name
And in a perfect world we'd be the same
Perfect world I'd let you know
And in a perfect world I'd let you go
Perfect world I love you
And in a perfect world I'd hate you too
Perfect world I see your face
And in a perfect world you'd know your place
But it doesn't seem to be that way
All my friends left yesterday, never know just what to say to you
In a perfect world you'd understand
And in a perfect world you'd hold my hand
Perfect world you won't know me
And in a perfect world just wait and see
Perfect world could be right here
Perfect world you won't be near
Perfect world I'd run away
And in a perfect world you'll come to stay
But I don't know how to live my life
Dopes they cut me like a knife
Never want to take that away 'cause of you.
(chorus: I'm not living in a perfect world, I'm just looking for that perfect girl.
I'm not living, no I'm not living, I'm not living thanks to you.)
In a perfect world without you
And in a perfect world I know what to do
Perfect world you'd be so far
And in a perfect world we'd never be apart
Perfect world I wouldn't care at all
Perfect world I'm not in for a fall
Perfect world you're by my side
And in a perfect I'm along for the ride
That's the world that I'm living in
Sell my soul for a fit of gin
Going to hell for just one sin, and that's you.
That's the world that I'm living in
Sell my soul for a fit of gin
Going to hell for just one sin, and that's you.
(chorus)
"Little Engine"
copyright 1993 Fudge Gun Music (BMI)
Little engine, down the line, you're not afraid to try
You wanna get up that hill, I think you will. Little engine.
Little engine, off the track, no longer going "clickity clack",
Do you finally think it's time to quit, past your prime get over it
A little engine, a little engine, a little engine, a little engine.
"Night Owl"
originally written and performed by Bad Habits
The night owl is coming
She's walking through your front door
But like I told you baby, I don't love you no more
It's been so long since I've kissed your lips
It makes my little heart just shrill, oh night owl, night owl.
I treated you right, you treated me wrong
Bye bye baby, so long.
Singing no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
The night owl is coming and she's gonna walk right through that front door
But like I told you baby, and like I'm telling you now, I don't love you no more
And one more thing, now listen here
I hate your guts, you ruined my life
Bye bye baby you'll never be my wife
Singing no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I hate your guts, you ruined my life
Bye bye baby you'll never be my wife
Singing no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
"Model Citizen"
copyright 1993 Fudge Gun Music (BMI)
He's no model citizen, everyone's afraid of him
Gettin worse day by day, people stand around not a word to say
Johnny it's too bad you have a pistol at your side
Lootin' and a shootin' stealin' a ride
Concrete jungle that you're caged in
The pressure gonna drop on you, my friend
You're no model citizen
You're no model citizen
He's no model citizen, everyone's afraid of him
Gettin worse day by day, people stand around not a word to say
The youth are gettin' restless there's a struggle about
Stop your messin' 'round straighten right out
What's gone wrong with this current generation
Why don't we stop livin' in total desperation
You're no model citizen
You're no model...
(simmer down sample)
Coming in all the dancehalls committing violence
Five on one just for fun doesn't it make no sense
saw in the news, stolen shoes no reason to end a life
better watch out ya might get shot no longer using knives
whatcha gonna do when your time is through and it's your turn to pay
what comes around goes around each and every day
your fussin and fightin keeps ignitin fire beyond control
burning brightly media nightly supports your chosen role.
so Stop, wait a minute and hold on
where has all your toleration gone, gone gone didly dong
the day has changed as far as it can go
busted up on the scene at the age of fourteen many a moon ago... Here me now.
This the rude boy Tal and the cool causian don when we
handle the mike it's strictly wisdom
this the cool causian don and the rude boy Tal playing it for all the fellas
and all the baby dolls'
no fuss and fight, no hassle no gripe
let's all unite for human rights
the ink is black and the paper is white
together we learn to read and write
when me handle the mike the crowd ignite
like JJ walker say me say me true dynamite
me no give no damn about your skin color
whether your black or your white or un mixture
this the casian don in combination with the Pietaster
me da-da-dash way all badness with 24 ka-ka-karat niceness
say boom skidip stipidity bong stang one of the youth man and dem no
comprehend
yes boom skidip stibity bong stang..............
He's no model citizen, everyone's afraid of him
Gettin worse day by day, people stand around not a word to say
Get yourself a drink, it's time to get up
Simmer down you hooligans it's gettin' too hot
Better watch out or your future's in jail
Can't go on forever actin' hard as nails
You're no model citizen
You're no model citizen
Coming in all the dancehalls committing violence
Five on one just for fun doesn't it make no sense
saw in the news, stolen shoes no reason to end a life
better watch out ya might get shot no longer using knives
whatcha gonna do when your time is through and it's your turn to pay
what comes around goes around each and every day
your fussin and fightin keeps ignitin fire beyond control
burning brightly media nightly supports your chosen role......
"Ace Miller"
copyright 1993 Fudge Gun Music (BMI)
Hey baby, have I seen you here before?
Well I'd like to get to know you just a little more
What's a nice girl like you I said a doin' in a place like this
Your eyes are so beautiful how about just a little kiss
(chorus: Ace Miller, he's a lady killer,
he's nothin' but a lady thriller, Ace Miller, Ace Miller.)
I'm a Scorpio baby tell me your sign
Would you like to go to my place or maybe for a ride
If I told you you had a nice body would you hold it against me
I'm throbbin' poppin' I love the feeling just a little naughty, yeah
(chorus) x2
Ace Miller, when I see you
Ace Miller, I think finger-licking good
Ace Miller, I'll teach you things to do that I never ever thought you could
God was a thief 'cause he stole the stars and put'em in you eyes baby
I'll say this right now, this ain't no pick up line.
(chorus)
"5 Days Of The Week"
copyright 1993 Fudge Gun Music (BMI)
5 days of the week
I wake up from my sleep
Before the sunrise and rub my bleary eyes
Just the job for the summer I tell myself but it's a bummer
In the shower turn it on after that then I'm gone
Jog to my car, I really don't have that far
Driving down the road I never see a soul
The sun is just coming up, drink up coffee from my cup
Just to keep myself awake, boy do I need a break.
(chorus: Monday's like Tuesday's, always go so slow.
Wednesday it blows my mind half way left to go.
Thursday it teases just beyond my grasp.
Friday comes the week is done, I thought I'd never last.
Reality's got ahold of me and it won't let go
I work all day and I try to say
Still there's nothing to show)
Get to work at 5 past 8, I sit and wait, My boss is late.
The movement of the minute hand my boss is there with big requests
Hope my dreamin' can't be true, there's so much I have to do
On my feet, time to begin, ask myself just what I'm in
While I'm working my mind
Is drifting far away where work is missing
Easy life without a care, click 3 times but I'm not there.
Look at the dial against my will, time just seems to stand still.
I wish I could fly away find myself a better day
(chorus)
What I wouldn't do to be unemployed rich and free
Someday I will wait and see not a thing to worry me
No more out late at night, waking up before the light
Party's out pretty right. Is my picture painted right.
What I wouldn't do to be unemployed rich and free
Someday I will wait and see not a thing to worry me
No more out late at night, waking up before the light
Party's out pretty right. Is my picture painted right.
Taking a breath to clear my head, killing myself to make some bread
Can't believe the job they have, ready to turn right where I stand
Just when I'm about to quit had enough and over it
Time for lunch I need a break, not much more that I can take
Goodbye to work, I must go, so that I could have some dough
Boost myself through the heat, ready to drop and take a seat
Boss is yelling he doesn't pay for me to sit and waste away
Just when I'm about to quit, day is over I'm over it.
"Catalog Bohemian"
copyright 1993 Fudge Gun Music (BMI)
She asked him to an old time movie
She makes enough and they go to the show
He said that he's not too choosy
But he really didn't want to go
(chorus: She came up from another side of town, he came up from a different
style of life, when she showed him her crystals, he showed her that knife)
That night they talked about the world turned out
How no one had enough to eat
Living in her daddy's condo, while people sleeping in the streets
(chorus)
Catalog bohemian, you want to change his life
Catalog bohemian, you want to be his wife
She told him about Kerouac
And he sounded like half of the friends
She wanted him to dye his hair black
'Cause that was the latest trend
(chorus)
Catalog bohemian, you want to change his life
Catalog bohemian, you want to be his wife
Catalog bohemian, you want to change his life
Catalog bohemian, you want to be his wife
Catalog bohemian, you want to change his life
Catalog bohemian, you want to be his wife
Catalog bohemian, you want to change his life
Catalog bohemian, you want to be his wife
"Without You"
copyright 1993 Fudge Gun Music (BMI)
Got some books but I got no brain, I said I try my hardest but in vain
Got my house, but I lost my home, I said without you I'm all alone
Got my bed, but I can't sleep, because your love I just can't keep
Got a license, but I got no car, I said without you I won't get far
I got a phone, but you don't call, just what to say, forget it all
I got burned and lost my pride, I said without you right by my side
Got a job, but I make no pay I said it doesn't matter anyway
Got no girl to spend it on I said without you my love won't go.
(chorus: Without you, without you, my love goes on, without you, without
you, without you, my love goes on)
You took my love and then you threw it through the door
But for some reason I keep coming back for more
You said you'd always love me, love me, love me.
Those words you said they keep ringing in my head
Revolving round and a bringing me down
I can't replace the memory of you love, I love you.
Got some books but I got no brain, I said I try my hardest but in vain
Got my house, but I lost my home, I said without you I'm all alone
Got my bed, but I can't sleep, because your love I just can't keep
Got a license, but I got no car, I said without you I won't get far
Without you, without you, I won't get far
I got a phone but you don't call just what to say, forget it all
I got burned and lost my pride, I said without you right by my side
Got a job, but I make no pay I said it doesn't matter anyway
Got no girl to spend it on I said without you my love won't go.
(chorus)
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