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to see you
I've been dressed up since morning
I want to be loved all night
Tokyo, 7 p.m.
The restaurant
Where we were to meet
Had closed
to see you
I've been dressed up since morning
I want to be loved all night
tokyo, 7 p.m.

the restaurant
where we were to meet
had closed
that? Nothing.

Doug- New Year's.

Bob- Four. And what's...

Doug- New Year's Eve.

Bob- Five. Where do you get twelve?

Doug- Uh... There's two
to after school tutor it
Balling on beats, got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is
Dr. J flow, you can call me Julius
Y'all
[Bob Marley (MC Lyte)]
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I wanna jam it with you
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I hope you like jammin'
that? Nothing.

Doug- New Year's.

Bob- Four. And what's...

Doug- New Year's Eve.

Bob- Five. Where do you get twelve?

Doug- Uh... There's two
that? Nothing.

Doug- New Year's.

Bob- Four. And what's...

Doug- New Year's Eve.

Bob- Five. Where do you get twelve?

Doug- Uh... There's two
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th

SPOKEN:
BOB: Say, Haggis
BING: What is it, McMaggis?
BOB: Where are you from, Laddie?
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th

SPOKEN:
BOB: Say, Haggis
BING: What is it, McMaggis?
BOB: Where are you from, Laddie?
Muppet #1: I'll see you around.] 
[Bob: Okay.] 
(AM#1 leaves, bumped into AM#2 as he enters) 
[Anything Muppet #2: Hey, watch it. Where ya goin'?
Written by bob welch.


Don't let waters of caution remove you
Don't let the fire of saints compel you
Don't let the lack of their spirit blind your
Time: 2:46 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
Where are my friends tonight
Who's looking out for me
I don't mind drinking by myself
I don't wanna be alone again

Where are my friends tonight
("Lucifer, don of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer Lucifer, don of de morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
favorite the epileptic fit.
Polo-neck, polo-neck, she don't wear a shirt
I suppose it's because it disquises the dirt.
Hey, where are you going with that hat
Bernice bobs her hair in the barber's in the square
All her new-found friends are there to see it done
Bernice bobs her hair she's been driven
headphones on
She hears the music blasting
She sees here brother marchin' by
Their bond is everlasting
Listening to Bob Dylan singin'
In 1963
Watchin'
of your suitcase
You're taking everything, you've got my heart on a string
Just tell me where we are going
All I am is where you are
And I never knew you
'caused your Church mass, reverse the crash
Reverse the blast, and reverse the car
Reverse the day, and there you are

Bob Allah, Lord forgive him we
Lifelines, where would we be without lifelines
When we're lost at sea the devil's got you thinking
That the boat ain't sinking
But you're boots are getting wet
to the underground spot from p.m. to a.m. 

you are and i am choking on smoke below the coliseum 

not soft shoe 'cause i wear the new dance scoping the 

girls
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on Luke 10:30-37, 1 John 3:17

Where are the amber waves of grain
When one of our homeless native sons has hunger pain
tonight
And we are gonna dance to the rhythm of the waves
While we drink Bacardi by the bonfire flames

If you really wanna know where you can find me
I'll
And call my friends
But the phone's doing that echo thing
And when you hear it
When you hear yourself
You're so embarrassed by the sound
Of your own
It's a red, red glow above the skyline,
Feel the city twitch,
Feel the city wake.
It's a black, black sky by 6pm,

Makes me feel inspired,