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The Naked Brothers Band [Bonus Tracks] (The Naked Brothers Band) · Naked Brothers Band (The Naked Brothers Band) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Catch as Catch Can (Glue) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · Catch the Catch (C.C. Catch) · Catch as Catch Can [Bonus CD] (Glue) · Catch as Catch Can (Kim Wilde) · End Sessions, Vol. 2: The End 107.7 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · End Sessions, Vol. 1: Live on the End (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


of that night,
Trying to find my brother, Bill.
Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next morning,
Naked, swinging on the wind mill!
He said he
Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. 
Brother has a long way to go 
maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow
of that night,
Trying to find my brother, Bill.
Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next morning,
Naked, swinging on the wind mill!
He said he
up you won't get it up
You won't show dice with a deuce at me
In the club are like 30 bands
Going hard till I prove something
Going lie on him he
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California

In
of that night,
Trying to find my brother, Bill.
Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next morning,
Naked, swinging on the wind mill!
He said he
train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California
In Chattanooga, they
no one was there

Out in the cold Harlem rain
I went searching for this minstrel man
Played me a song to ease the pain
With a Salvation Army band
Bring your troubles
Down highway nine

I got a pullout couch
And a job lined up at the cannery
Catch a ride to homer, alaska
Brother, the drinks
and pain runs hand in hand
When the mother of commerce ends up workin' for the band

Let's catch fishes
Bombs make misses
You get served like dishes
Engineer" by the brothers Larcombe
Thinking of the bands I never got a chance to spend my cash on
Ché and his Caballero chucked it in when I said I liked them
catch up in the end.

You walked in last with a dirty barber,
Found me at the bar in fits of laughter,
Said you've been seen out digging the past,
And hope that the people you love
Will catch up with you

Yeah, drag queens in limousines
Nuns in blue jeans
Dreamers with big dreams
Poets and AWOL marines
everything with you?
Whattya say I leave this jazz up to my brother --

Dig dig dig my Long Island sound
I hope you're puttin' it down
You got me in
a try'
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
Trying to find my brother, Bill
Caught up with him 'bout six o'clock the next mornin'
a try'
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
Trying to find my brother, Bill
Caught up with him 'bout six o'clock the next mornin'
to copy but they just can't sketch it
Some try to follow but they just can't catch it
With the boom boom tap, yeah alla dat
Huh, I'm livin fat, me fall
a brother's at the other end of our barrel
About to catch a hot piece of steel
And take his last breath
What goes through our minds
What's goin through our
Mafia!
Yeah, peep game, bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Level up! Yeah
Like a game

Catch 'em down bad
Beat 'em with a bat, hashtag that
I
York
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York,
New York

Catch me at the X with
York
These streets will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York,
New York

Catch me at the X with
can not stand the idea
That you have been so silent
Eaten by your own pain
You tried suicide again

My brother, my old friend,
It can not be the end
saved
By a light up ahead

By the light of 4000 torches
Reinforcements have come to defend
By the light of 4000 torches
A welcome sight for you has
and thin
We came up still brothers till the very end
Hold me down
Always felt like music saved our life
Kept it real through the drama
We still brothers now
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on the wind
Good girls