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clock ring And it's time to get up It's time to do that funky strut I'm a funky man I got funky bones I'm funky man My name is dee dee ramone Well let me tell you about myself I play the bass in a punk rock band Been to all the world Even to japan And nothi

s a funky feline machine Crazy cat inside your dream Shes's a honey, she stings like a bee You're the punk and she's the queen She's an angel, she's a dove With a taste for villians blood Packin heat, struttin on the street Chew you up and make you meat Sexy feline machine

to the Quarashi game here I am the no name yeah the same boy who doesn’t need a frame. I’m surrounded by foes and anything goes so I gotta be like Tony Montana on his toes. Up up and down your spinning round and round. You don’t know why your spinning maybe it’s the syntha sound, but

I was a funky singer playin' in a Rock and Roll Band I never had no problems, yeah Burnin' down one night stands And everything around me, yeah Got to stop to feelin' so low And I decided quickly (Yes I did) To disco down and check out the show Yeah, they was dancin'

funky go sista get funky go sista get funky go sista get funky go sista I like what I'm feeling I'm feeling so high gonna move my body and I have a good time I'm ??? your emotion and now I can't rest right down to the middle where the action's the best

do you do what you do I do what I want to do who said you could do what you do I told you who told me to I do what I want to do I do what I want to do funky crime funky crime don't you know funk's colors blind well I've committed a funky crime against a state of mind

fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa, fa Funkey, funkey Do you like it Munky funky?! I like it, I like it, I like it Munky funky! Munky funky Do you like it Munky funky?! I like it, I like it, I like it Munky funky! Pause Funky grove Cause I know You wa

two, ready, go One, two, ready, go Yeah! yeah! yeah! come on Party time Come on Flaties let your body flow Flaties let your body flow Flaties let your body flow Flaties let your body flow Do you wanna do you wanna get funky Do you wanna get funky wit

O.V.E. Machine Lady have you known me, the perfect love machine Virgo, My Leo's rising, Venus made me king That trail of broken hearts, they all belong to me Magic runs through my fingers, one touch you'll see L.O.V.E, all I need's my love machine, oh

said your messin' up my head Inside your funky luv machine Those mutha's Are fleeing the nest To join our Brother/sister soul machine With hesitation I view the world But I know a good thing Is going down Media they talk of masturbation Skip their krap and g

Funk Daddy! If you funky and you know it Throw dem hands up and show it If you funky and you know it Throw dem hands up and show it If you funky and you know it Throw dem hands up and show it If you funky and you know it Throw dem hands u

ll do the work in half the time Never sick and can't go blind Oh woman machine Brain's a tape that fill her head She knows more now all the dead Oh woman machine Oh woman machine Oh woman machine A ehart of steel and skin that's cold Can't wear her out, she can't grow old O

sky is blue, the grass is brown My head is buried inside this helmet The ever present threat of parasites So take my hand, let's get these motors running! So you drive red (you drive red) And I'll drive black (I'll drive black) (We'll see who's machine was most recently serviced)

bite the hand that feeds me, wanna turn the tides Set the demons free and watch 'em fly Strike down the one who leads me, I'm gonna take his place Gonna vindicate the human race Better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine Better watch out 'cause I'm

anybody know you're here' This house of ill-repute (Ooohh honey I'm scared of u) Tryin' 2 deal with all your fears I guess this is what u get 4 being cute (Cute, cute) Soaked in banana cologne No wonder you're all alone It's written all over your face

work it baby A give me that vibe Uh what is it? Chorus: Ya got that vibeology That V-I-B-Eology Your body is pumped Next to me Ya got that sensuality And oh I love what ya do When ya do what ya do Ya got me pumped In the groove When ya move I'm in a funky way I'm I'

your move make it fast do it right could be your last iron black cold steel heart tear your f***ing world apart On my killing machine my my killing machine take you to the brink of madness it's a killing machine like you've never seen it's a killing mach

patterns breaking down All controls gone underground We should have never come to this Yet here we stand Devoid of optimists The machine's breaking down The machine's breaking down The machine's breaking down We set the wheels in motion Now we're cau

Two, Ready, Go One, Two, Ready, Go! Go! Go! Go! . . . Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! . . . Come on! Party time! Come on! Flaties let your body flow Flaties let your body flow Flaties let your body flow Flaties let your body flow . . . Do you wanna do you wanna get funky Do yo

Two, Ready, Go One, Two, Ready, Go! Go! Go! Go! . . . Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! . . . Come on! Party time! Come on! Flaties let your body flow Flaties let your body flow Flaties let your body flow Flaties let your body flow . . . Do you wanna do you wanna get funky Do you wanna get

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the situation breaks I'm still here in this scene no one sees no one cares they all got an ego machine Ego machine Just like robots in designer clothes slaves of their own narrow views everybody's dancing with themselves I've got nothing left t

down, baby To the funky, funky, funky groove Get down, baby Let the light reflect upon your natural mood Get down, baby Your creative mood shall express itself Get down, baby After life and desire there is nothing left We're all children of the world A hungry man

Days Are Back Again (T. Singh) Well, it seems like the funky days, they're back again Funky funky days they're back again And we re en vogue again Before the gurkers get called up again Seems like the funky days are back again And the party's got a double ee at thee end again

broke your trust and let you rust So sorry, my dear machine Broken down to muddy brown What a dismal backyard scene My dear machine's been at it so long Now it's time for another drive Please can you take me where I wanna go Though I let you rust my dear machine

What's that? Sismology? Beats me. Rheumatology? Radiology? Musicology? Musicology! Play the funky, funky, funky musicology! Play it on your radi-adi-adiology. How I love it, love it, love it! Gosh and golly gee! Gotta, gotta, gotta have that funky musicology! Yeow! Now w

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I think you like it, Like what you see You can't take your eyes off of me Yeah, I think I'm pullin' you Pullin' you in Can't take your mind off of me (Whoa-oah, yeah, I know you like it Whoa-oah, I know you like it Whoa-oah, I know you like it I k

days and stormy nights I ain't got much to win, not much to lose Under the burden of my loneliness It feels so hard to win, so hard to lose I won't enjoy my collection of stamps When I'm six feet under the ground Lonely streets and dusty roads Lord it's a long way to go back hom

gonna change our style bring on a brand new style we’re gonna make funky music swing to a brand new beat one that is more unique listen to the music go wow, go wow unchain, unchain that sweet melody ‘cause it’s passe the words might rhyme half of the time ain’t

re so You look so fine You look different You're so People are looking at you for sure People ain't lookin' at me So? Sweet funky thing (my sweet) Sweet funky thing Oh baby (my sweet) Cherry kisses on a summer's day You're the only one who makes me feel this

stands for a man machine with blank bones Plugged with wires black and red with rust Or a machine man on fire, in fire Fighting steel and flesh and bones Or it's your revenge Or mine, or theirs A bullet A blast of hate It's a man machine with

m taking control of the drum machine I'm taking control of the drum machine I'm taking control of the drum machine I'm taking control of the drum machine I'm taking control of the drum machine I'm taking control of the drum machine I'm taking control of

you been told About the machine man His leather gloves Hide his machine hands In every dream In sleep I ever had I am awoke By the machine man Have you been told About the machine man He watches me With eyes as cold as sand And when I sleep I feel

..The things we need and the things we strive for that feeling again comes so deep and warm. I taste your breath just as sweet as sugar a simple reminder of how we BURN. BURN... I got that funky feelin I feel it all around. I got that funky feelin do you hear

and breathe some life into a letter Losing hope, we'll never be together My courage is at its peak You know what I mean How do you say you're okay To an answering machine? How do you say goodnight To an answering machine? Big time's got its losers Small town's go

Alright I've got funky feet Come on Gimme gimme gimme Hou Hou Hou Jee Ooh ooh Life refind Here with you Having a real good time Ooh ooh You're so good Nice to me Just like a lover should All I need's a bit of you Ooh A bit of boogie too Ooh Won't you please Fo

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.. (You are under my power... the power of love) [Verse 1:] You say my kisses taste like magic (What's up) That's got to be the classic line There's no no kisses now that I'm in love baby 'Cause that would really blow my mind I'd pull a rabbit out my hat Or cross a black

the beat starts pumping That's it -- Yeah The hitman's on the mic getting lyrically sick My boys with the tools to groove To make you want to move The P.O.D is rock'n And we have nothing to prove So with the mic in my hand Let me state this now You can get with this A

Chorus] Time machine jive Time machine jive Time machine jive Time machine jive You better look out Look out your window tonight There'll be a hot cat on your tin roof Layin' it loose There'll be a full band To give me a hand The moon will be a spotlight For this one

the gun, the one that’s stuck to my head. It’s just begun, you’re gone, you came walking free. (The machine is turning fifteen) No one ever thought that I invented the wheel, All I ever went through was something real. Creativity is still my gas

I just took a ride In a silver machine And I'm still feeling mean. Do you wanna ride see yourself going by. The other side of the sky I got a silver machine. It flies side ways thru' time It's an electricline It's your Zodiac sign. I've got a silver machine I've got a

machine Meme machine Im a motherf***ing meme machine Meme machine Meme machine Without memes i will die Give me the memes i need the memes i smell the memes i need all the memes, the memes to survive I need the memes I breed/breathe the memes I smell the memes i need

on everybody get on your feet get with the beat there's a brand new dance craze sweeping the nation and it's called the funky western civilization well there's a riot in the courthouse, there's a fire in the street there's a sinner bein' trampled by a thousand

the handle to the music machine Grab the handle, well, well, to the music machine Don't get too crazy when you feel the groove Me and my lady just start to move Grab the handle, yeah, to the music machine Grab the handle to the music machine Yeah,

through the clouds together We can travel on forever Through the sky you and I Back to earth again And we're in a mind machine I see the things I want to see I can be all the things I want to be Is it real or just a dream Come fly with me Come ride w

ain't a lover, you'll never change I'd rather wrestle my machine You ain't a lover, you'll never change I'd rather wrestle my machine A token e-mail, a drunken text A sorry go-round of cell-phone sex You ain't a lover, you're just a fake Had all the bullshit I'm gonna

stars say you're my best lover Matched up like sugar for a cake They say our love could conquer anything I'd always hide my feelings Keep them so cool and so contained This time it's something I just can't retain 'Cause you give me a good vibe don't you know b

I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin' Ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name Catfish are jumpin', that paddle wheel thumpin' Black water keep rollin' on past just the same Old black water, keep on rollin' Mississippi moon, won't you keep on sh