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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah (The Pogues) · Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Yeah Yeah Yeahs) · Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Yeah Yeah Yeahs) · A Tribute to Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Bikini Kill) · Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Bikini Kill) · Yeah Yeah Yeah Song [UK CD #2] (The Flaming Lips) · The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song [Digital 1 Track CD] (The Flaming Lips) · Yeah Yeah Yeah Song [Bonus Tracks] (The Flaming Lips) · Yeah Yeah Yeah (Die Fantastischen Vier) – and 90 other albums »


you want me to
I'm gonna swing the song, yeah
Just one more time when I come by
Just one more time when I come by
So be advised ?

(How about it?
me to
If you want me to
I'm gonna swing the song, yeah
Just one more time when I come by
Just one more time when I come by
So be advised

(How
you want me to
I'm gonna swing the song, yeah
Just one more time when I come by
Just one more time when I come by
So be advised

Come on, goodbye,
Sing a mean tune, kid
Sock 'em in the gut, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't you ever let your mama catch you cryin'
Play the bad song, kid
Everyone's
misunderstanding 
Won't you leave a poor boy alone
I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed
In the belly of a rolling stone

Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah
misunderstanding
Won't you leave a poor boy alone
I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed
In the belly of a rolling stone

Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah
, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

And if I were a daisy,
Sy sy sy sy sy
Would you still be my baby?
By by by by by
I would pull all my petals
living in a poor man's house

He arrives at nine as the work bell's ringing
And he hits the grind but his heart is singing, yeah

Some men live for
The very best years of our lives

Oh yeah, hear the song of womankind
Carried 'til she ached
Now she's takin' her stand
Says she's got the right to be
all alone 
I said I can't get my car started mama 

Whoa, yeah 
What can a poor boy do 
When he has to live the blues 

And while my baby's makin' it
I am everyday people, yeah, yeah
I am everyday people, listen

Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher,
the groovy swinging guy
With the rock and roll banjo band

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The way he plays that thing
It makes my poor heart ring
I'm gonna marry
sat at his typewriter
We try to live, we try to live
Love came down
I watched it fall from the sky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Are you
the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Ooh sha sha, we got to live together

There is
the groovy swinging guy
With the rock and roll banjo band

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The way he plays that thing
It makes my poor heart ring
I'm gonna marry
to the top
Nothin' can stop me now
Well, look out world
'Cause here I come
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Life's a trial by fire
I'm gonna live my life, oh yeah
It's
turn
Turn back to the sun
Yeah, yeah

A trick of light upon our eyes
A trick of time upon our lives
Ancient songs cry out to you
Surely this sweet
oh yes, I know, yeah
I'm going to live to see everyone free, free, free

I read a Bible and I heard a song they sing
Oh Lord, I heard they're
misunderstanding 
Won't you leave a poor boy alone
I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed
In the belly of a rolling stone

Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll teach you something by the back of my hand
School can't teach you how to fight like a man
Sing it - yeah, yeah, yeah - life's a bitch
I can hear
I'll teach you something by the back of my hand
School can't teach you how to fight like a man
Sing it - yeah, yeah, yeah - life's a bitch
I can hear
close the door

My old friend, I thought you knew by now, yeah
You can't do that to the young folks
Oh, no, no, no, no
You might not like it
But
We were blessed by the minister
Who practiced what he preached
We were blessed by the poor man
Who said heaven is within reach
We were blessed by
and pray
But we all end up the remains of the day
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (that's right)
Yeah yeah yeah

Well our girl is a beauty known for miles
to sing a song)
Yeah we wept, (sing a song of love)
When we remember Zion (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

By the rivers of Babylon (rough bits of Babylon)