Founds total 16 songs
Www Dot
With a W and a W and a W dot. With a W and a W and a W dot. With a W and a W and a W dot. . Ooh, Mr. Murdoch can I show you around?. A new religion, no beat no rhythm.
The Standing Still
Sacrifice. . Once upon a time. Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine. Same old songs, same old cabaret. A fairytale in Notting Hill. Take your partners for the standing still.
The Health & Happiness Show
That was really good. Yeah wasn't it?. Yeah. Uhh what about the record?. Ahh they'll get it. . It's a no-no, I've gotta heave-ho. I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato.
Social Dogma
I'm just scraping the social dogma. From the bottom of my soul. . No beat, no rhythm. No beat, no rhythm. No beat, no rhythm. . {Can you name him?. We'll bring you the answer.
Smart Bomb
Rain on me, oh, friendly fire. (Smart bomb). Me an' Audrey gonna sing it for ya. (Smart bomb). A headache pill to die for. (Smart bomb). From all participating stores.
Shake Baby Shake
(Shake it, shake it). (Shake it, shake it). . Shake, baby, shake the memories away. (Shake it, shake it). Shake this grown up barbie doll of a day. (Shake it, shake it).
On Ebay
Mr. Kakoshka, it just happened again. (Sad, so sad). They struck the museum like a hurricane. (Sad, so sad). Haul 'em on a coach and it's dead and it's gone.
Lie Lie Lie Lie
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie. Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie. . I failed the audition, for celebrity squares. Your life is a dream, then you wake up.
Ladies For Compassionate Lynching
I accept, I accept, I accept. I'll be gonna. I accept, I accept, I accept, I, I accept. . We're the ladies for compassionate lynching. We fight for all the things we believe.
Jesus In Vegas
Call me on my cellular. And I'll give you a free ride to this underground stadium. They'll pick up the fair and they'll even tip you. Don't even worry about it, man.
I'm With Stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid. . Guess what? I'm with stupid. Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you. Guess what? I'm with stupid. Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you. .
I'm Not Sorry I Was Having Fun
By the time I got to Woodstock. It was going up in flames. In June under a silvery moon. Why do all your songs turn out the same?. . Got got got got, not got.
I'm In Trouble Again
C'mon. . Norman Rockwell come on in. Hang your dirty coat on the door. Don't you worry 'bout the cops downstairs. They're just diggin' up the cellar floor.
I'm Coming Out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up. Ahh, let's dig the grave up. Ahh, let's have a shake up. Ahh, let's kiss and make up. . (I'm coming out). I had a fling with Doris Day.
Hey Hey We're The Junkies
Good evening, topping nightcast. A possible link between murder and music. . Hey, hey, we're the Junkies. Hey, hey, we're the Junkies. . Sticky pages in Hello, with Hopper as Nero on Rome.
Chartist Anthem
A hundred years, a thousand years, we're marching on the road. The going isn't easy yet, we've got a heavy load, oh we've got a heavy load. The way is blind with blood and sweat, and death sings in our ears.
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