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Well the street lights shine
Down on Blessing Avenue
Lovers they walk by
Holdin' hands two by two

A breeze crosses the porch
Bicycle spokes
You shine brightly in my sky
With me while the nights go by
Catch a comet by the tail
If he hollers go to jail

I had a spider monkey and his name
Written by Glen Burtnik, Bob Berger
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung

sometimes it's hard to smile
keep looking back 
searching for somebody
who
Brainwashed in our childhood 
Brainwashed by the school 
Brainwashed by our teachers 
And Brainwashed by all their rules 

Brainwashed by our
as the last bar closes
The song that Crosby sings
These foolish things remind me of you
How strange how sweet to find you still
These things are dear to me
as the last bar closes
The song that Crosby sings
These foolish things remind me of you
How strange how sweet to find you still
These things are dear to me
filled with a lot of lovers and dreams and songs
And mornings mostly found us in places we did not belong

But those were the days (those were the days)
Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Bob Harris (keyboards, trumpet,
You go out to the bar after you get paid
You see the little surfer girl with eyes of jade
Then you see a foxy lady standin' by her side
Pick up
your reins
Or single footing somewhere below?

Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon

Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
out of his mind
With the Colins and Bobs

I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl

He calls for a copy
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)

You are... you gotta tell me something... I
here it is at your service
The b the I the g the d-a-double-d-y
And when it comes to rippin' the mic, oh my oh my oh my
I guarantee you by time I'm
a hammer than a nail

___________________________________________
*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "The Happy Club"
your lover
I want to get to know you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

[Young Buck]
I'm lovin' how you look in
for collection
Xzibit forever nasty, spread like infection
Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment
In other words runnin' shit
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
Bob Marley

Everything is gonna be alright
Said I want you by my side
'Til the day that I die
We can drink get high

We can dance all night
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...

("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")

...And he laid
[Intro: RZA]
Yo, the great Digi
	"What are you looking for?"
The World's greatest mind
Bob Digital
	"Man with no mother"

[RZA]
Yo, try to cross