| 7th November 2006 09:05 AM |
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| paddy |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0A-vXKzOw3o&search=The%20Rolling%20Stones%201969%20hyde%20park%20love%20in%20vain%20brian%20jones%20mick%20taylor |
| 7th November 2006 09:24 AM |
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| Erik_Snow |
It's not forgotten |
| 7th November 2006 12:13 PM |
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| Saint Sway |
On Thursday night she looked a fright
Her pricki hair all curled, oh Lord, what a sight
Dance, dance, little sister, dance
On Friday night she's all decked out
Her high heel shoes, her dress so tight
Dance, dance little sister, dance
On Saturday night she bass-a-dee
She stepping high on Frederick's Street
Dance, dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
It make me hot, I wet with sweat
It burn like hell, I've four hours left
Dance, dance, little sister, dance
Get next to me, drive me close
Don't mammaguay, I lose control
Dance, dance with fire, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Jump out of Africa with a step that looks so bold
Ah, when you kickin' high it make my blood run cold
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
On Saturday night we don't go home
We bacchanal, there ain't no dawn
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister
Dance little sister
Dance little sister, dance... |
| 7th November 2006 01:49 PM |
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| Mel Belli |
It's ... Beatle-esque! |
| 7th November 2006 09:11 PM |
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| MrPleasant |
quote:
Mel Belli wrote:
It's ... Beatle-esque!
It's Mott-The-Hoople-esque.
Eight-track machine playing ’half moon bay’
Drivin’ in my volks down on hamstead way
Her mother got bust on a 88
And her brother got stuck on my number plate
Hey mister bartender won’t you gimme some wine
I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time
He put five gallons in my petrol tank
You know we just about made it but her breath sure stank yeah
Drivin’ sister rock’n’roll
She’s got feel on the wheel
Drivin’ sister rock’n’roll
She don’t make with no brakes
Drivin’ sister rock’n’roll
She’s an automobeat on the street
Drivin’ sister rock’n’roll
She’s much too much on the clutch
Drivin’ sister rock’n’roll
She got her feet on the wheel
Drivin’ sister rock’n’roll
She don’t make with no brakes
I said drive, drive, drive, drive
And drive little sister drive
I said drive, drive, drive, drive
And drive little sister, drive on. |
| 8th November 2006 01:55 AM |
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| chrisloc |
By the way, what means "bass-a-dee" & "mammaguay" ? |
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