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LED ZEPPELIN LYRICS
"Living Loving Maid (She's Just A Woman)"
With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat,
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
[Chorus]
Come on, babe on the round about, ride on the merry-go-round,
We all know what your name is, so you better lay your money down.
Alimony, alimony payin' your bills,
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
When your conscience hits, you knock it back with pills.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
[Chorus]
Tellin' tall tales of how it used to be.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
With the butler and the maid and the servants three.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
Nobody hears a single word you say.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
But you keep on talkin' till your dyin' day.
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman.
[Chorus]
Livin', Lovin', She's just a woman
Sweet 16 in leather boots
Body and soul I go crazy
--Iggy Pop
I'm going to have some time on my hands (!) over the next few days as Little Mo goes off to visit his other grandparents. I'm working on a new topic to hunt even as I type. I hope to see all of you lyric lovers there!
Who wears short shorts?
We wear short shorts.
Get back Loretta
Your mother's waiting for you
Wearing her high-heel shoes
And her low-neck sweater
Get on home Loretta
Get Back - Beatles
Swimpy! Do you dare wear short shorts?
Oh Mr. Stillwater. One of my best friends named her dog Loretta because they were always telling her to "get back!". Great dog, great song.
This dog? This sweater? Get
BAAACCKK Loretta!
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the pretty panties run
Aqualung
-Jethro Tull
But your new shoes are worn at the heel
And your suntan does rapidly peel
And your wise men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
--Jethro Tull too
She's got electric boots, a mohair suit
Ya know I read it in a magazine
--Elton John
Toss me a cigarette
I think there's one in my raincoat
--Simon and Garfunkle
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
-- Paul Simon
(Did someone already get that one? I'm having memory problems this morning. Ack!)
Yeah, mama, don't you treat me wrong,
Come and love you daddy, all night long.
Alright, hey, hey, uh, uh, alright.
Mm, See the girl with the diamond ring,
She knows how to shake that thing,
Alright, hey, hey, uh, uh, Alright.
Mm, Tell your mamma, tell your pa,
I'm gonna send you back to Arkansas.
He, honey you don't do right,
I say you don't do right, Mmm, alright.
piano solo
See the girl with the red dress on,
She can do the Boogie-woogie all night long,
Alright, hey, hey, uh, uh, alright.
Hey, tell me what I say, (what'd I say)
Tell me what I say right now, (what'd I say)
Honey, what I say, (what'd I say)
Baby what I say right now, (what'd I say)
Tell me what I say, tell me what I say.
And I wanna know, (I wanna know)
I wanna know right now, (I wanna know)
I gotta know, (I wanna know)
Baby, I wanna know right now, (I wanna know)
Baby, I wanna know, Baby, I wanna know.
(What'd I say, What'd I say, What'd I say!)
Ray Charles
There are tins,
There was pork
There are legs,
There are sharks
There was John,
There are cliffs,
There was Mother,
There's a poker
There was you,
Then there was you
There are scenes,
There are blues
There are boots,
There are shoes
There are Turks,
There are fools
There are Rockers,
They're in schools
There was you,
Then there was you
Burn my fingers,
Burn my toes
Burn my uncle,
Burn his books
Burn his shoes,
Cook the leather,
Put it on me.
Does it fit me
Or you?
It looks tight on you.
Brian Eno
... something about...
A touch of seersucker and an open neck...
The Who, from Quadrophenia, but dammned if I can come up with more lyric than that.
Sea And Sand
The Who - Quadrophenia
Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned,
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own.
They finally threw me out
My mother got drunk on stout,
My dad couldn't stand on two feet,
As he lectured about morality.
Now I guess the families complete,
With me hanging round on the street
Or here on the beach.
The girl I love
Is a perfect dresser,
Wears every fashion
Gets it to the tee.
Heavens above,
I got to match her
She knows just how
She wants her man to be
Leave it to me.
My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked
Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat
I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet.
I see her dancing
Across the ballroom
UV light making starshine
Of her smile.
I am the face,
She has to know me,
I'm dressed up better than anyone
Within a mile.
So how come the other tickets look much better?
Without a penny to spend they dress to the letter.
How come the girls come on oh so cool
Yet when you meet 'em, every one's a fool?
Come sleep on the beach
Keep within my reach
I just want to die with you near
I'm feeling so high with you here.
I'm wet and I'm cold
But thank God I ain't old
I should have split home at fifteen
Why didn't I ever say what I mean?
There's a story that the grass is so green,
What did I see?
Where have I been?
Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Der Who
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Honey on your head.
Ohhhhh! Ray Charles.
'scuse me while I go change the music.....
I want to be a Cowboy
I got to be a Cowboy
I'm born to be a Cowboy
I want to be a Cowboy
A Cowboy! Uh-huh
Tonight we're taking me fast car
Were gonna go down to the Cowboy bar
I'm gonna wait till the club is full
and I'm gonna ride the mechanical bull
Cowboy look is the one I sought
Can't change now cause the clothes are bought
To be a true Cowboy was my fate
I can't help it if I was born late
All the Cowgirls in their Stetson hats
and their tight fitting jeans so they don't look fat
We'll all be listening to the Cowboy tunes
and stomp around like a bunch of goons
Cowboy look is the one I sought
Can't change now cause the clothes are bought
To be a true cowboy was my fate
I can't help it if I was born late
We're all OD'd on the Olden West
seein' who's Cowboy clothes look the best
I can ride that phony bull so damn good
Sometimes I think I'm Clint Eastwood
Cowboy look is the one I sought
Can't change now cause the clothes are bought
To be a true cowboy was my fate
I can't help it if I was born late
I know I'm a Cowboy deep inside
My hat band's made out of synthetic rattle snake hide
After a couple **** kickin' Cowboy movies
I'll check out the Cowboy scene down at Zubie's
Cowboy look is the one I sought
Can't change now cause the clothes are bought
To be a true cowboy was my fate
I can't help it if I was born late
Find out who all fights the best
We start fights with them punks at the Cuckoo's Nest
Those damn punks are crazy (though)
and meaner than a bull at a rodeo
Cowboy look is the one I sought
Can't change now cause the clothes are bought
To be a true cowboy was my fate
I can't help it if I was born late
You call me an Urban clone of course
A big deal if I'm afraid to ride a horse
With a broken nose and a fucked up knee
Maybe this Cowboy scene just ain't for me
Cowboy look is the one I sought
Can't change now cause the clothes are bought
To be a true cowboy was my fate
I can't help it if I was born late
Yee Haw
Cowboy look is the one I sought
Can't change now cause the clothes are bought
To be a true cowboy was my fate
I can't help it if I was born late
( I couldn't make it as a Punker )
The Vandals
Red necks, white socks and Blue Ribbon beer
--Jerry Jeff Walker
If you're blue
And you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Different types who wear a daycoat
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat
Perfect fits
Puttin' on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million dollar trooper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper
Super-duper
Come, let's mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or "umberellas"
In their mitts
Puttin' on the Ritz
OH NO!
I have to go rent "Young Frankenstein" now!
