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Play That Funky Music
04:32
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Once I was a funky singer playin' in a Rock and Roll Band
I never had no problems burnin' down the one night stands
And everything around me got to stop to feelin' so low
And I decided quickly to disco down and check out the show
Yeah, they was dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die
I tried to understand this
I thought that they were out of their minds
How could I be so foolish to not see I was the one behind
So still I kept on fighting, well, losing every step of the way
I said, I must go back there and check to see if things still the same
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Nutbush City Limits
03:31
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CHURCH HOUSE GIN HOUSE
A SCHOOL HOUSE OUT HOUSE
ON HIGHWAY NUMBER NINETEEN
THE PEOPLE KEEP THE CITY CLEAN
THEY CALL IT NUTBUSH OH NUTBUSH
CALL IT NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS
TWENTY-FIVE WAS THE SPEED LIMIT
MOTORCYCLE NOT ALLOWED IN IT
YOU GO TO THE STORE ON FRIDAY
YOU GO TO CHURCH ON SUNDAY
THEY CALL IT NUTBUSH OH NUTBUSH
CALL IT NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS
YOU GO TO THE FIELDS ON WEEKDAYS
AND HAVE A PICNIC ON LABOR DAY
YOU GO TO TOWN ON SATURDAY
BUT GO TO THE CHURCH EV'RY SUNDAY
THEY CALL IT NUTBUSH OH NUTBUSH
CALL IT NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS
NO WHISKEY FOR SALE
YOU CAN'T COP NO BAIL
SALT PORK AND MOLASSES
IS ALL YOU GET IN JAIL
THEY CALL IT NUTBUSH OH NUTBUSH
CALL IT NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS
LITTLE OLD TOWN IN TENNESSEE
THAT'S CALLED A QUIET LITTLE OLD COMMUNITY
A ONE-HORSE TOWN
YOU HAVE TO WATCH WHAT YOU'RE PUTTIN' DOWN IN OLD NUTBUSH
THEY CALL IT NUTBUSH OH NUTBUSH
CALL IT NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS
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You Never Can Tell
02:41
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It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53,
They drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
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Superstition
03:49
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Very superstitious, writings on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders 'bout to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past
When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way
Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong,
You don't wanna save me, sad is my song
When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way
Very superstitious, nothin' more to say,
Very superstitious, the devil's on his way,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past
When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain't the way
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You keep saying you've got something for me.
Something you call love, but confess
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
And now someone else is gettin' all your best.
These boots were made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
And you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet.
You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'
and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah
and what he know you ain't had time to learn.
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6. |
Miserlou
02:48
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FunkeeJunkee East Sussex, UK
Andy Evans - guitar, Stuart Hofman - bass, Steve Harvey - drums, Gary Wright - vocals; all with an extensive musical journey
behind us. FunkeeJunkee has evolved into an electrifying function band.
Ultimately, we are about getting you dancing.... All our material chosen is purely for partying. 100% dance from beginning to end...if it doesn't make you want to move, it's out!
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