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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A HARD DAY’S NIGHT

It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log

But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright.

You know I work all day
To get you money to buy you things
And it’s worth it just to hear you say
You’re gonna give me ev’rything

So why on earth should I moan
‘Cos when I get you alone
You know I feel okay.
When I’m home
Ev’rything seems to be right
When I’m home
Feeling you holding me tight, tight yeh.

It’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log

But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright.

Waaaaah!

So why on earth should I moan
‘Cos when I get you alone
You know I feel okay.

When I’m home
Ev’rything seems to be ri-ight
When I’m home
Feeling you holding me tight, tight yeh.

Hmm it’s been a hard day’s night
And I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night
I should be sleeping like a log

But when I get home to you
I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright.

You know I feel alright
You know I feel all right...

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Monday, June 20, 2011

DAY TRIPPER

Got a good reason
For taking the easy way out
Got a good reason
For taking the easy way out now.
She was a day tripper
One way ticket yeh
It took me so long to find out
And I found out.






She’s a big teaser
She took me half the way there
She’s a big teaser
She took me half the way there now.
She was a day tripper
One way ticket yeh
It took me so long to find out
And I found out.

Aaaaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!

Tried to please her
She only played one night stands
Tried to please her
She only played one night stands now.
She was a day tripper
Sunday driver yeh
It took me so long to find out
And I found out.

Day tripper (yeh)
Day tripper ,yeh
Day tripper
Day tripper, yeh
Day tripper
Day tripper...

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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Bad boy

BAD BOY

A bad little kid moved into my neighbourhood
He won’t do nothin’ right just a-sittin’ there look so good
He don’t wanna go to school and learn to read and write
Just sits around the house and plays that rock and roll music all night
Well, he put thumbtacks on teacher’s chair
Put chew’n’ gum in li’l girl’s hair
Now Junior behave yourself.

Buy ev’ry rock and roll book on the magazine stand
Ev’ry dime that he gets, ooh, he’s off to the jukebox man
Well, he worries that teacher till at night she’s a-ready to poop
From rockin’ and a-rollin’ spinnin’ in a-hula hoop
Well, his rock and roll has gotta stop
Junior’s head is hard as rock
Now Junior behave yourself.

Aah, aaaaah, aooh, ooh !

Gonna tell your mama you’d better do what she said
Get to the barber shop and get that hair cut off your head
You shoot the canary and you fed it to the neighbour’s cat
You gave the cocker-spanierd a bath in mother’s laundromant
Well, ya mama said it’s gotta stop
Junior’s head is hard as rock
Now Junior behave yourself.

Wooh!

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Monday, May 09, 2011

The Beatles

CAN’T BUY ME LOVE

Can’t buy me love-ove
Love-ove
Can’t buy me love-ove.




I’ll buy you a diamond ring my friend
If it makes you feel alright
I’ll get you anything my friend
If it makes you feel alright
‘Cause I don’t care too much for money
For money can’t buy me love.

I’ll give you all I’ve got to give
If you say you love me too
I may not have a lot to give
But what I got I’ll give to you
I don’t care too much for money
For money can’t buy me love.

Can’t buy me love-ove
Ev’rybody tells me so
Can’t buy me love-ove
No, no, no, no!

Say you don’t need no diamond rings
And I’ll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of things
That money just can’t buy
I don’t care too much for money
For money can’t buy me love.

Waaaah!

Can’t buy me love-ove
Ev’rybody tells me so
Can’t buy me love-ove
No, no, no, no!

Say you don’t need no diamond rings
And I’ll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of things
That money just can’t buy
I don’t care too much for money
For money can’t buy me love.

Can’t buy me love-ove
Love-ove
Can’t buy me love-ove-ove!

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Tuesday, March 08, 2011

The Beatles

YELLOW SUBMARINE

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his life
In the land of submarines.

So we sailed on to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine.




We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

And our friends are all aboard
Many more of them lived next door
And the band begins to play.

We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

(Full speed ahead, mister Parker, full speed ahead!)
(Full speed over here, sir!)
(Action station, action station)
(Aye, aye, sir, fire!)

As we live a life of ease
Ev’ryone of us (ev’ryone of us)
Has all we need (has all we need)
Sky of blue (sky of blue)
And sea of green (sea of green)
In our yellow (in our yellow)
Submarine (submarine ha hah).

We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine...

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