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Saturday night and the moon is out
I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout
Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat
When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet
Out in the middle of a big dance floor
When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more
Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight
Well I never have wandered down to New Orleans
Never have drifted down a bayou stream
But I heard that music on the radio
And I swore some day I was gonna go
Down Highway 10 past Lafayette
To Baton Rouge and I won't forget
To send you a card with my regrets
'Cau
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Words and music by Shear, Marr and Prest
May it never be said she's knockin' them dead
But is there a fame, it's such a cryin' shame what they're sayin'
It's more than a game that they're playin'
At the start as we all should know
That she's some kind of sleaze, that's a social disease
Shut up, shut up
Don't tell me that my best friend's a menace
She might wind up in a book written by Guinness
It's all right with me, if she wants to be
As loony as the day she was born
Shut up, shut up
Call her name in the air and she'll soon be there
If you wa
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My life is in a rut and I need a big kick in the butt
My mind meets the hand of doom
Don'tcha know- he's in this room!!!
U Ain't Shit until
U learn how to rock!!!
Where's my fucking axe?
Don't need no shit playing sax!
Get the fuck- get the fuck out of my face!
'Cause tonight there's meat on the menu!
U ain't shit until you learn how to rock!!!
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I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England, did I know 'til then
What love I bore to thee.
'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for I still seem
To love thee more and more.
Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire;
And she I cherished turned her wheel
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed
The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove
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