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[Chorus]
Somebody hit the lights, so we can rock it day and night,
People getting down, that's right, from AM to PM.
Everybody lookin' like stars,
messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned

Randy was a sad sack - tall, kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazier than hell
We been kicked
we're gonna make it
down to tomorrow night's show

We took time by the horns
Cryin' out loud
Stood there naked up there in front of the crowd
Been
by Dickey Betts
(c) 1980 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Pangola Publishing Company 
 
We've been through hell and high water,
Ready to go through
here says he thinks you're wrapped too tight. 
“But, by the way thanks for playing ‘Moon River' last night” 

And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein
hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far
to be like Bob Dylan
Until I discovered Moses
Saturday night and I was lying in my bed
The window was open and raindrops
Were bouncing off my head
and turned by the transvestite's dance
It isn't Naomi it's the Marlboro Man
If you want to run I understand
The night dies on a daily basis
The solar orbit
going to record a brand new song that
I just sang last night for the first time
It was written by someone here in Folsom prison
Can I have a drink
your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)
(That's
your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)
(That's
yesterday's men
Sure as hell
By making us yesterday's men

Ah, now Jimmy, said she, 
Give the kids a few bob, 
After all, sure it is Friday night
But how could
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I want to dig my way to hell
I want to dig my way to hell

I'm getting by with
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
he makes the party Boing, Boing

Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing



[Mr. Tibbs]

I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature

'cause even
save the children 

Escape the poverty for live and, let live 

Die by the mic, shadow steel by night 

(repeat 2X) 



[movie dialogue]
the brotherhood
In the beginning, yet you never could
Listen
Ain't that kept undercover another one cause I got
Six got hung by the beast
Looking for the golden
Lincoln
Then Mr. B.S. beat his gums
And testified to me,
"Joe's washing the short,
Changing da oil
He'll be here by three." 

So the little hand hits
tryin to figure out just where the hell did I go
Well I liked you I ain't just want sex
Well I ain't even goin flex
First time you walked by everybody
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy parks
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon

We got weeds in
holmies on the scene with cocktails
One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell
Someone lookin' through windows the door bells

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