F - America Lyrics
Ray Collins (vocals)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Billy Mundi (drums)
Roy Estrada (bass)
Don Preston (keyboards)
Bunk Gardner (woodwinds)
Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone)
(Here's a special request)
(Hope you enjoy it)
I tired to find How my heart could be so blind,
Dear
How could I be fooled just like the rest
You came on strong with your
Fast car and your class ring
Sad eyes and your ... ...
I fell for the whole thing
I don't regret for having met
Up with a girl who Breaks hearts
Like they were nothing at all
I've done it too
Now I know just what it feels like
And just like I said I have no regrets
Well it's about time to close...
I hope you've had as much fun as we have!
Don't forget the jam session Sunday!...
Mandy Tension will be by, playing his xylophone troupe!
It'll be a lot of fun!
Monday night is the Dance Contest Night...
Twist Contest!...
We give away ah...
peanut butter and jelly!...
There'll be sandwiches for all of you...
I hope we've played your requests...
the songs you like to hear...
Last call for alcohol!...
Drink it up folks...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you Bob, how's it going?
How's your kids?...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you, yes...
Oh, Bill Bailey?...
Ah we'll get to that to- morrow night...
Caravan with a drum solo?...
right!...
We'll do that!...
Wonderful!...
Nice to see you again!...
Yeah!...la, la, la...
Down at the Pompadour A-Go-Go!!...
Vo-do-de-oo-pee-pee...
Shoobe-doot 'n-dadada, ada-da-dahhh ...
Nya-da-da, nya-da-da...
'nite all!...
F - America Lyrics
Ray Collins (vocals)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Billy Mundi (drums)
Roy Estrada (bass)
Don Preston (keyboards)
Bunk Gardner (woodwinds)
Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone)
(One, Two, Buckle my Shoe)
(Do-dos, and yips yips, assorted improv)
I tired to find How my heart could be so blind,
(Wanna buy some Penzo?)
Dear
How could I be fooled just like the rest
You came on strong with your
Fast car and your class ring
Sad eyes and your ... ...
I fell for the whole thing
I don't regret for having met
Up with a girl who Breaks hearts
Like they were nothing at all (Here's one for mother)
I've done it too
Now I know just what it feels like
F - America Lyrics
Die Story ist jene,
Das weiß doch Jedermann
Das liegt doch auf der Hand
Es war mit Bock und Roll Musik
Nicht immer leicht in diesem Land
Was in mir sitzt ist weiß gespritzt
(Weinschorle, Gespritzter)
Das ist mir völlig klar,
Obgleich ich Whiskey zech
Seitdem in USA ich war
Dort hört man “Falco You Are Wonderful”
Ich hab es langsam satt
Wenn ihr meine records
Trotzdem kaufen wüdet,
Würde es mich nicht stören
Das typische an mir
Ich bin untypisch ganz und gar
Einmal hoch und einmal tief
Einmal ausgeflippt, dann wieder straight
Ihr werdet mich nehmen müssen wie ich bin
Ich sag es lieber gleich
Zeigt mir den nächsten schlanken Fuß
Und ich bin voll dabei
America wenn ihr mir glauben
Wie man euch vermissen kann
Im “Spiegel” stand es: Wien ist “in”
Und wenn der es nicht weiß wer dann?
Auch wenn Mr. Smith ?ne Glatze hat
Wir verkaufen ihm ?nen Kamm
Der Herr war dick
Das Girl war slick
So denn er lallend fragt
“What’s your name?”
I’ nehm’ zweitausend “Öschis”
Keusch das Madel sagt
Ihr werdet und nehmen müssen wie wir sind
Wir sagen es lieber gleich
Zeigt uns den nächsten Präsidenten
Und wir sind voll dabei
Oder auch nicht
Dialog zwischen einen Touristen und einem Würstchenhändler:
Tourist: “I would like to have that wonderful Wiener Schnitzel”
Würstchenhändler: (Sich an seine Frau wendend) “Gib ihm doch mal 100 g Wurst in Brötchen”
Tourist: (schmatzend zu beiden) “Yeah, that’s really great”
Würstchenhändler:(sich seiner Sache sicher) “Aber das ist doch klar, Der Herr, das macht hundert. Nein nicht Dollars sondern Schilling(Öschis). Wir wollen es ja nicht übertreiben.”
America...
La la la
La la
F - America Lyrics
America Town
I know I should be happy in your land
It's not all that wild to me
Not that I want to be any other where
I know its hell out there
Here in the borders of America Town
All of the dollies are spinning round and round and round
Hail to the chief
Lets just drag them all down
There's got to be a hero somewhere
Used to get annoyed at the fire and the flag
Now it just seems old to me
(Everyone is old to me)
And I know we'd kick your ass
But first I'll take a nap tonight
And know someone's looking out for me
Here in the borders of America Town
All of the dollies are spinning round and round and round
Hail to the chief
Lets just drag them all down
There's got to be a hero somewhere
I tried it
I've seen it
I bought it all
Not that I'm upset
I can still make my bet on the basketball game
And I got my spare change
I'm even O.K. with the hoodlums on the hill
They're in my will
Like her and you
Whom and who
In America Town
We all spin around
In America Town
I'm really not down…
We all spin around
In America Town
America Town
America Town
F - America Lyrics
[Fredro Starr]
But real niggas never die, word up
I throw my guns up for niggas locked up
To all my project niggas, niggas on chrome
To all my hustlers, my dealers
Fuck the squealers, word up
My ghetto inmates and fallen soldiers
To all my ignint bented bitches, word up
It's Other People Money, niggas word up
I told ya not to fuck wit this
Yo Firestarr, I'm America's Most
Firestarr, I'm America's Most
Yo Firestarr, I'm America's Most
Firestarr, I'm America's Most
Yo Firestarr, I'm America's Most
Firestarr, I'm America's Most
Yo Firestarr, I'm America's Most
Firestarr, I'm America's Most
F - America Lyrics
Writer(s): David/Evans/Altman
Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet
Lily is lovely, Blossom's a treat
Of all the sweethearts - a guy could meet
Well I finally chose an American beauty rose
Camelia's tragic, she can't be mine
Magnolia's magic, it makes Maggie shine
Laurel will hug you, Orchid's divine
Still I finally chose an American beauty rose
She's clingier than Ivy, and she's zingier than black-eyed Susan
And springier than Mabel in June
I'm daffy as a daffodil, it's laughable the way I thrill
When roses are in bloom
Pansy is pretty, Willow is tall
Violet's kisses, tulips (two lips) recall (Violet's kiss is Tulip's recall)
How can I choose one, I love 'em all
Still I finally chose an American beauty rose
F - America Lyrics
Last seat on the bus
who you gonna trust
which one do you follow
last seat on the bus
dont make such a fuss
this much should make you hollow
'cause every time you make yourself the reason
is everytime you make yourself beaten...
yeah
chorus:
Yeah, this is an American Cliche
American, American
Yeah, this is an American Cliche
American, American
Get on the bus
First seat on the bus
who you gonna trust
which one do you may follow
first seat on the bus
dont make such a fuss
which one do you make hollow
now every time you make your friend the reason
and everytime you make your friend beaten... yeah
Chorus
You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same
You want a way to be the same Oh no.
F - America Lyrics
It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood
running out of the bullet hole in his head
It's the American in me that makes me watch TV,
see it on the news this is what the man said he said
Ask not what you can do for your country
What your country been doin' to you?
Ask not what you can do for your country
What your country been doin' to you?
It's the American in me says it's a (??? tie ??)
in a war that (????) polititians lies
It's the American in me that makes me watch TV
and see it (on the unplugged people everyday???) (????)
Ask not what you can do for your country
What your country been doin' to you?
Ask not what you can do for your country
What your country been doin' to you?
In the USA! In the USA! In the USA!
It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood
running out of the bullet hole in his head
It's the American in me that makes me that
never wonders why Kennedy was murdered by the FBI! He says
Ask not what you can do for your country
What your country been doin' to you?
Ask not what you can do for your country
What your country been doin' to you?
Ask not what you can do for your country
What your country been doin' to you?
Ask not what you can do for your country
What your country been doin' to you?
F - America Lyrics
He is the icon of our times, solution to our modern crimes. His trigger finger clicks remotes, as carbohydrates slowly bloat. Not fragile, or brittle. He's seeking an acquittal. No scruples, no meekness, he has but one great weakness.
All the world must have a price, save yourself from sacrifice, everything will end all right. American Kryptonite.
His mighty hands will hardly fail, his intellect is barely frail, he moves his lips in perfect sync, demanding an espresso drink. With passion, he searches, he'll make another purchase. Familiar, you know him, he's saying that you owe him.
It was like the Manifest Destiny all over again, except, instead of taking and consuming everything in their paths for God, they did so with the same fervor and sense of entitlement for their new god... themselves.
Buy, take, break, throw it away.
Music: Andy, Dennis and Reese
Words: Reese
F - America Lyrics
today I met JFK
I found him by the way
yes he looked a little strange
but he said he was o.k.
I asked him 'bout the bullets
he said he didn't bother
this shit is too long ago
you ask my brother
so I went back on the road
looking out for bob
I've been looking now for seven days
I think that it's a flop
so I believe we won't find out
from where the bullets came
and all that's left is just a big heep
I saw him on the tv
they said he stabbed his wife
so they put him on the frontpage
and they ruined his life
no matter if he's guilty
the matter is he's black
a football hero movie star
and maybe he's on crack
your private life on tv
get ready for the game
of american shame
that's the name of the game
of american shame
get ready for american shame
american shame...
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