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Juanito The Bandito
Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming. Just crossed over into Mexico. Lock up your pigsties and your daughters. 'Cause if it moves, you know old Juanito.
Jolly Roger
In days of old, when ships were bold. Just like the men who sailed them. And if they showed us dis-respect. We'd tie them up and flail them. . Often men of low degree.
It Doesn't Matter
I'm sick of coming home and watching TV. I just can't stand it when you sit next to me. . It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. . I'll get by with another.
Image Of Yourself
You're livin' up to someone's image of yourself. Crawlin' like a helpless infant on the floor. You turn down bread for the want of a steak. What's worth wakin' up in a cold sweat for?.
Ïóëÿ Âèíîâàòîãî Íàéäåò
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If You Keep On
I'll take it round, round by round. And I will pay, yeah, if you don't mind. So just say 'Hello' or even stare. Ever don't talk about me when I'm standing there.
Human Bondage Den
O lucky, lucky me. I can live here in luxury. Can't answer your simplicity. You've got to stop your grumbling. . And all that human bondage den. And try to make a man of me.
Here Comes The Grump
When you get a number one. The only way is down. And if you have a sticky patch. They start looking, start looking around. . When you get a number one.
Hello, I Love You
Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name?. Hello, I love you. Let me jump in your game. . Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name?. Hello, I love you.
Hell's Eight Acres
Happy as a punk in boys town. No more talk about doing. Going 'round the twist with heartbreak. . You're in need of protection. Not from me but from yourself.
Headgear
Give me a hope. To be alone. . I want arms around. I want arms around. It'll be all right. You can be sure. Don't crease that perfect curvature. Soul pirate, drifting in a sea of bliss (oh).
Ìîÿ Ñåâåðíàÿ Ñòðàíà
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Hampstead
Oh well Hampstead is a place and not for revolution. I was down the fetchin' knocking two bits of wood together. I seen you pounce around see you looking in the mirror.
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