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HARRY NILSSON lyrics - Practical Magic Soundtrack

Lime In The Coconut

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Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime His sister had another one, she paid it for the lime She put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both together She put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both up She put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both together Put the lime in the coconut, call the doctor, woke him up, say Doctor! Ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Doctor! To relieve this bellyache, I say Doctor! Ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Doctor! To relieve my bellyache I put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both together Put the lime in the coconut, I drink 'em both down I put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both together Put the lime in the coconut, call de Doctor, woke him up, say Doctor! Ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Doctor! To relieve my bellyache, I say Doctor! Ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Doctor! And he say, lemme get this straight You put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both together Put the lime in the coconut, you drink 'em both up You put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both together Put the lime in the coconut, call de Doctor, woke him up, say Doctor! Ain't there nothin' I can take, you say Doctor! To relieve your bellyache, you say Doctor! Ain't there nothin' I can take, you say Doctor! You such a silly woman Put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both together Put the lime in the coconut, then you feel better Put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both down Put the lime in the coconut, an' call me in the mo-o-o-ornin' {Repeat once from start} Woo, woo, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Woo, woo, to relieve my bellyache, I say Doctor! Doctor! Ain't there nothin' I can take, I say Yah, yah, to relieve my bellyache Put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both together {Repeat to fade}

Dr. Jimmy

THE WHO "Quadrophenia"
[Including John's theme, Is It Me] Laugh and say I'm green I've seen things you'll never see. Talk behind my back But I'm off the beaten track. I'll take on anyone Ain't scared of a bloody nose, Drink till I drop down With one eye on my clothes. What is it I'll take it. Who is she I'll rape it. Got a bet there I'll meet it. Getting High You can't beat it. Doctor Jimmy and mister Jim When I'm pilled you don't notice him, He only comes out when I drink my gin. You say she's a virgin. I'm gonna be the first in. Her fellah's gonna kill me Oh fucking will he. I'm seeing double But don't miss me if you can. There's gonna be trouble When she choses her man. What is it [etc.] Doctor Jimmy and mister Jim etc. Is it me For a moment The stars are falling. The heat is rising The past is calling. I'm going back soon Home to get the baboon. Who cut up my eye, Messed up my Levis. I'm feeling restless Bring another score around Maybe something stronger Could really hold me down.

It's Nothin' To Me

JIM REEVES "Tall Tales And Short Tempers"
Take your drink to the end of the bar, buddy Let her be, now don't be a fool I'd soon have a hot seat in Sing Sing, buddy Than to sit down by her on that stool. What's that you say I guess you're right It's nothin' to me. See that man she belongs to him, buddy Better drink up and go while you can I can tell by the way he looks at you, buddy He's sure out with temper jealous man. What's that you say I guess you're right It's nothin' to me. There you are stretched out on the floor, buddy Now you see what you made him do Here they come to take him off to jail, buddy And tomorrow someone will bury you. Oh, well that's life Or it was It's nothin' to me...

Po' Punch

Po' White Trash "Po' Like Dis"
Pocket Change, Pocket Change and So So Def Collabo It's that dunky, not you man, Lil' Jon, East Side Boyz [Hook] I bet you loc man, bet you smoke man Bet you choke man, bet ya girls I bang Bet you can't hang Our po' punch ain't nothin' but a gang and grain I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane I bet you drink man, bet you stink man Bet you lie man, bet you high man Bet you fried man Our po' punch ain't nothin' but a gang and grain I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane [Verse 1] I came from clackey-lackey to the coasts of Hollywood, California I smell pneumonia, the music biz is gonna own ya Hesitation tried to loan it, tried to bone ya It's a crime I had to sign, new place and time I had to write my little life on the dotted line No whisper can mistake Lil' Bubba, I hear yo evil I see yo evil, I speak yo evil No evil, a weeble wobble, a weeble wobble Bobble, bobble in ya upper Adam did flop down I got the 40 of Ides and the Zima Craig ain't thinkin' sinkin' thinkin' Of takin' two sips of this honkey malt liquor I send all the dodgers just to make it a Babe Ruth Lay off the snooze, no time to choose Tippin' back a few, catch a dew, then catch the booze-cooze Absolut is the boos, cousin Citron is a choss Skies wide, fly when I'm lost in that sauce [Hook] [Verse 2] I tend to the album, every hour hear it on the news Ya comin' back whack, recognize that you through Ya minute made compared to me and tossin' eatin' peaty The explanation highly been for false is drippin' Chinely Port to shore to shorty comin' back, Lordy pass the forty Bad enough to trip and uh, I'm swingin' fast I break this mirror in half, and shove it up your ass If you a flea be a flea Uh swimming in the sea You talkin' about my bag of forty back to eternity Drinkin' my drink in the morning like Mo, Hen, and Chiney Fast to understand a lyrical blast, can you see me I fake the shake to the bucket but it ain't Batman I'm Robin J and you luscious and Vegas scams And one and under white trash And listen to my information It'll make your blood sludge and tell ya bout cremation I drank 24 puke 12 and drink some more [Hook] [Ad-libs to fade]

Count

ASHANTI "BraveHeart"
[Bridge:] Speed it up and get it back Make it count where it at Leave it up every time Can you handle it? Can you handle it? [Chorus:] Baby, don't make me Count, count, count, count, count, count, count, count, count your money Baby, don't make me Count, count, count, count, count, count, count, count, count your money [Verse 1:] Take me to your island, let me see the rain, waters, sun now You sweating, put your gun down If I call you Caesar you gotta be Caesar just one time I'll please you if you spoil mine Drink up, only drink up All walking funny, the hell is in that cup? Oh, I'm feeling bad the way we're waking up A couple more glasses and you gon' get a pass at this [Bridge] [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Dollars ain't nothin', bottles ain't nothin' If you see something, push up all the buttons Oh baby, go bigger, baby, keep it jumpin' Pop a couple more and you'll get access to this lovin' Oh baby, drink up, only drink up Ooh, I got the feeling, oh, that's just your luck Show me how you roll, I ain't looking for love First I said "be easy", now I'm saying "get rough" Oh baby, spend it all [Bridge] [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Don't make me count that money If you spending like you saying then lay it out in front of me, yeah He gon' hustle 'til he die Yeah, he just my type G5 through the sky [Chorus]

360 Degrees

Eightball "Lost"
Chorus A man would die a thousand times Before he reach one with soul The one he beathes will be his last breath Or does any one ever known He died with his riches in the streets Because game is all that he knows Sacrifice his life for the paper And that's just how the story goes You do it all for nothin' 6:30 in the mornin' my mama wakin' me up Tellin' me to get ready for school or she gon' kick my butt Iron my jeans till they creased, put on nikes and a fleece She thinks I'm goin' to school, but I'm headed for them streets Before 12 am, I done did more shit than a marine Fall up in the school house, high off them greens Hoes bobbin', who that young nigga with the Figero They call him big Ball, but his real name is Primrol 4th period, american history ain't too interestin' My beeper blowin' up, my homies havin' a smoke session 30 minutes later, I'm stadnin' on the avenue Duck pulled up in the cut, thang Askin' me what I wanna do Jumped in the ride, fuck this shit, I ain't hesistatin' Trees, and chedddar cheese, keepin' me from graduatin' Hoes and clothes, Big bones, and vogues Young nigga puttin' in work, Superstar of the ghetto Chorus Summertime, every weekend the club packed After 10, if I don't hit ya back, that's where I'm at Me and my folks get mad love from the freaky hoes Sleaky hoes, right up under they nigga nose I'm at the bar gettin' lifted scopin' out the crew Niggaz chillin' after a hard week of payin' dues North Memphis niggaz Dick from Hollywood to Douglas On the dance floor, provin' that they hood the roughest South side, and cast day and niggaz will rob you quick Reposess what you posess like it was they shit But I was a player, to all the players in other hoods From dicks and hoes From Fraiser back to Westwood Now I'm 19, my job is to supply the fiends Cook the rock, morphine, or a bag of green Posted at my mom's house when in the came the door Black suits and search warrants and I'm the nigga they lookin' for Everybody wants to live the life The good life that was seen Nobody wants to pay the price But we want to live a life thats free Why would they make such a thin line Even below we're livin' it For the life, I would do anything Then do it all, then do it all All for nothin' All for nothin' All for nothin' Sometimes, we do it all for nothin' All for nothin' All for nothin' Sometimes, we do it all for nothin' All for nothin' All for nothin' Sometimes, we do it all for nothin' All for nothin' All for nothin' Sometimes, we do it all for nothin' I'm 25 now, been gone away for 5 strong And so much shit has changed around my mama's home My P-O, said a nigga can't achieve pay no more The justice system tryin' to play me with revolvin' door Violate parole and I'll be facin' time again In the penn, tell me how a nigga supposed to win? I hit my niggaz up who turned me on back in the game Finally came across some hedges and a quarter thing So much has changed, these young niggaz be snortin' cocaine Shootin' up heroin, and shootin' niggaz for ghetto fame I gotta lace my boots and wade through the muddy waters Prey on flesh, so I can feed my sons and daughters Ain't no love, niggaz hate to see another bubble At the club sittin' on chrome Brother playin' trouble Cheefin' hay, before I knew it steel was in my face I went for mine now I'm restin' in a better place Chorus

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