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Junk Shop Discotheque
03:10
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I love this Junk-Shop Punk-Rock Glam-Rock Discotheque (HEY!)
I'm a solid gold, super-k, DJj superstar, I'll get your body baby out on the floor
‘Cos my record collection is your summer injection of garage, beat, bubblegum disco, and soul
I'll dance all night ‘til the summer comes, I'll dance all night with you
You can fall in love with the Nevada sound
Singing "gimme gimme good loving" all around
Through the smoke machines and the flashing lights
You could lose your heart on a summer night
I love this Junk-Shop Punk-Rock Glam-Rock Discotheque
I'm a solid gold, super-k, DJj superstar, I'll get your body baby out on the floor
‘Cos my record collection is your summer injection of garage, beat, bubblegum disco, and soul
I'll dance all night ‘til the summer comes, I'll dance all night with you (x2)
You can fall in love with the Nevada sound
Singing "gimme gimme good loving" all around
Through the smoke machines and the flashing lights
You could lose your heart on a summer night
We can can dance all night under a pure white light
HEY!
I love this Junk-Shop Punk-Rock Glam-Rock Discotheque (HEY!)
I'm a solid gold, super-k, DJj superstar, I'll get your body baby out on the floor
‘Cos my record collection is your summer injection of garage, beat, bubblegum disco, and soul
I love this Junk-Shop Punk-Rock Glam-Rock Discotheque (HEY!)
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She met him 1980 in a school disco
He kissed her for the first time on the last bus home
He said "You be DEBBIE HARRY, I'll be JOEY RAMONE"
She saw shooting stars flash by
The moon exploded in the sky
Her heart flipped when they kissed
Star dust on her lips
Special vat in the dark
Getting pissed in the park
She's in love, she's in love
And when they walked down town all the people would stare
They used to laugh at her clothes and the colour of her hair
She was 17 and she didn't care
‘Cos baby's gonna take her everywhere
‘Cos he said they'd live in New York
And the stars would be their own
She was DEBBIE HARRY
He was JOEY RAMONE
Yeah he said they'd live in New York
And the stars would be their own
‘Cos she was DEBBIE HARRY
He was JOEY, he was JOEY RAMONE
When she met him she was standing in a pure white light
He said "d'ya like the SEX PISTOLS, have you got a light?"
And all the stars were shining on a perfect Saturday night
Holding him tight
Kissing him in the dark
In the back of daddys car
Have a drink have a laugh
Do you want my autograph
No school summers out
Make me wanna twist and shout
Down on the beaches looking at the peaches
When they walked down town all the people would stare
They used to laugh at her clothes and the colour of her hair
She was 17 and she didn't care
‘Cos baby's gonna take her everywhere
‘Cos he said they'd live in New York
And the stars would be their own
She was DEBBIE HARRY
He was JOEY RAMONE
Yeah he said they'd live in New York
And the stars would be their own
‘Cos she was DEBBIE HARRY
He was JOEY, he was JOEY RAMONE
‘Cos he said they'd live in New York
And the stars would be their own
She was DEBBIE HARRY
He was JOEY RAMONE
Yeah he said they'd live in New York
And the stars would be their own
‘Cos she was DEBBIE HARRY
He was JOEY, he was JOEY RAMONE
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Shut Your Mouth
02:43
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If i pull the pin on this hand grenade, baby baby would you run away?
Sometimes wish I had a tommy gun, I could blow your face off just for fun
I don't care about the things you do
I've got no inclination to be with you
Everything we had baby's down the tube
So there's nothing left to say
So come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH
So come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH
If you left me baby on a plane tonight, i wouldn't care and i wouldn't cry
If you give me some dynamite, I'll blast you into the stars so bright
I don't care if you are scared of heights
NASA could make you a satellite
You could orbit the earth transmitting shite
And no-one would care
So come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH
So come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH
You go on and on like a prog-rock song, nobody cares
To all the things you say and all the words you shout, baby shut your mouth
And the milkman, and the postman, and all the children running about
Are queuing up to shout at you, baby shut your mouth
If I filled your flat with laughing gas, would it work better than your
Prozac?
Would run around like the banana splits, wiggling your ass and shaking
Your hips?
Think you would be better living underground
With the badgers and the moles you'd be homeward bound
We could come out and party when the sun goes down
In a field far away
So come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH
So come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH
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