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REBA MCENTIRE lyrics - Rumor Has It

Fancy

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(Bobbie Gentry) I remember it all very clearly lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we were hard pressed Then Mama spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancin' dress Mama washed and combed and curled my hair And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satin dancin' dress that had a split from the side clean up to my hip It was red velvet trim and it be fittin' me good Standin' back from the lookin' glass There stood a woman where a half grown kid had stood She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck And she kissed my cheek Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes as she started to speak She looked at our pitiful shack And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath She said your Pa's run'd off and I'm real sick And the baby's gonna starve to death She handed me a heart shaped locket that said To thine own self be true And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across The toe of my high heel shoe It sounded like somebody else that was talkin' Askin' Mama what do I do She said just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy And they'll be nice to you She said here's your chance Fancy don't let me down Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down Lord forgive me for what I do, but if you want out Well it's up to you Now don't let me down your Mama's gonna move you uptown. Well, that was the last time I saw my Ma The night I left that rickety shack The welfare people came and took the baby Mama died and I ain't been back But the wheels of fate had started to turn And for me there was no way out And it wasn't long 'til I knew exactly What my Mama'd been talkin' about I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow That I's gonna be a lady someday Though I didn't know when or how I couldn't see spending the rest of my life With my head hung down in shame you know I might have been born just plain white trash But Fancy was my name Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down It wasn't long after a benevolent man Took me in off the street And one week later I was pourin' his tea In a five room hotel suite I charmed a king, a congressman And an occasional aristocrat Then I got me a Georgia mansion And an elegant New York townhouse flat And I ain't been back Now in this world there's a lot of self-righteous hippocrits That call me bad And criticize Mama for turning me out No matter how little we had But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin' For nigh on fifteen years I can still hear the desperation in my poor Mama's voice ringin' in my ears She said, here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out well it's up to you Now don't let me down Your Mama's gonna move you uptown Oh, and I guess she did.

Rock Star

Bran Van 3000 "Discosis"
Inappropriate behaviour Thinking distraction will be your saviour This need seems never-ending These nights seem all-pretending The record's spins comfort me Dreams locked in the record company And all those things you said you'd never do Watch them slowly catch up with you So unrelenting And you're unrepenting Go to sleep as the sky turns blue Simply running out of things to abuse And I said, mama, gonna buy you out I'm a rockstar now I said, mama, gonna buy you out I'm a rockstar now You lead me down the road with maybe Just some ego tripping with a lady It seems I'm always waiting Waiting for what? And the laziness won't disappear My indifference sets in out of fear Mean ass spider, called her hairy And she likes her webs big and scary She'll never let go Not as long as she's still spinning But the irony just gets lost 'Cause no one cares who pays the cost And I said, mama, gonna buy you out I'm a rockstar now I said, mama, gonna buy you out I'm a rockstar now

I'm Gonna Roll Ya

Chisel Cold
No copulation, no revolution Said the young Marquis de Sade But all the whips in France ain't gonna get me Fuckin' on a barracade From the schoolboys on it was one big con As we hung around the hockey teams In each boys brain the dream was the same All I ever went to do is get laid Now the whole wide world has a better idea And it shook us all to the core You follow some two-year fairy tale Into happy evermore The sleepy priest at the bridal feast His hands make a holy sign And as the bride hoes into the wedding cake She's a-singin' in the back of her mind Come on, come on I'm gonna roll ya all night long . . . Well I took that crap for a little while And it kept me off the street Then I met me a lady with a shady past And manners like a dog on heat Those musos hummin' when they see her comin' Make a noise like a hurricane When you see that line at the dressing-room door You know she's just spread 'em for the boys again Well there ain't nothin' better than to rip your sweater In a bang behind the stage Or the drawn out sigh as you feel her thigh Then you stop and estimate her age If she's turned fourteen she's a rock'n'roll queen You can give her anything you choose And when she whispers Honey it's the money or the box You know money's so easy to lose Come on, come on I'm gonna roll ya all night long . . .

Mama Say

BLOODHOUND GANG "Use Your Fingers"
It Goes One Two Three When I'm Kicking Funky Lyrics I'm Busting Up Vocabulary I Want You All To Hear It I'm Busting Up The Rhythm And I'm Busting Up The Rhyme Kicking Down The Stop Posts Cause I Wanna Kicks The Time I'm Digging Down Some Knowledge Cause You Know I Never Hide It I'm Pulling Down Your Panties Cause I Want To Get Inside 'Em Like A Boa A Boa A Boa Constrictor Gonna Drop Off Your Drawers Shoot Straight For Your Sphincter I Could Roll My Rhymes But I Would Be Faking Jimmy Jimmy Pop Is Not Jamaican J I Double M Y Pop Go I Run The Show Like Don Pardo With A Bugaloo Bee On The Beboo Tip My Hit Will Make You Trip Cause I'm Quadradipped I'll Do The Popeye Pluto I'll Freak The Funkfazooto Not Latino What I Mean Though Fuzzy Dice Like Menudo Rubber Baby Buggy's Bumpers Punky's Brewsters Now I Hump Her With My Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weenie Shrunken Small White Peenie So Rinse Spit Swallow Brain Blank Kinda Hollow Not To Deep Leap Wow Oh Kinda Shallow Cause We're In Your Face Like Ed Gein Purple Rain Purple Rain Mama Say Mama Sa Mama Cu Sa Mama Say Mama Sa Mama Cu Sa Naughty By Nature And White By Choice And The Sound Of My Voice Makes Your Panties Moist Cause I'm Finger LickinĀ¹ Happy Like A Gay Proctologist So Like A Dyke With Hollow Tits I'll Rip The Mike With Hollow Tips Yeah He's In Control Like Sherman Potter And I Got More Balls Then The Harlem Globetrotters Jimmy Pop Jimmy Pop Rah Rah Rah Mama Say Mama Sa Mama Cu Sa So Now I'm Floating Out The Pipes Like A Village People Sump Pump Always Take A Swallow Cause You Know I Never Get Enough So Batter Up Bruce Banner If You Think You're Going Measure Up Can't Be The Top Dog Gotta Be The Scooby Pup Step To The Bass Drum Always Gotta Have Fun If You Add Two Halves You'll Always Get The Total Sum My Steps Are Correct And My Mike Is Always Checked And When A Punk Is In Effect You Know He's Gonna Get Wrecked I Don't Want To Start No Blasphemous Rumors But I Think That Sinbad's Got A Lousy Sense Of Humor Little Children Unattended Better Get My Poison Candy Don't Care About Y'all As Long As We Feel Dandy And I Get The Poon From Judy Blume Mr Hoopers Dead So Won't You Give Me His Broom So Come On Chickey Baby Let's Go Make Some Noise What No I'm Not The Guy From The Beastie Boys Mama Say Mama Sa Mama Cu Sa Mama Say Mama Sa Mama Cu Sa

Back Where You Started

TINA TURNER "Break Every Rule"
BABY TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO PROVE PLAYING GAMES WITH MY HEART HEY NOW LISTEN - I AIN'T GONNA TAKE IT ONE MORE NIGHT YOU'RE THE ONE WHO BROKE THE RULES I'M THE ONE WHO PLAYED THE FOOL NOW YOU'RE TRYIN' TO TELL ME IT'S ALRIGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO HURT A FRIEND YOU'LL NEVER GET A CHANCE AGAIN YOU'LL BE... [CHORUS] ...BACK WHERE YOU STARTED I KNOW YOU WON'T ADMIT IT BUT YOU'RE BROKEN HEARTED BACK WHERE YOU STARTED YOU THINK IT'S GONNA BE EASY BUT IT JUST GETS HARDER, HARDER OOH YOU HAD A WAY WITH WORDS ONE LOOK AND I WAS UNDER YOUR SPELL I DIDN'T KNOW SHOULD I GO OR SHOULD I RUN YOU CAN'T DENY THAT YOU TOLD ME LIES LOVE 'EM AND LEAVE 'EM THATS YOUR STYLE I'M NOT AFRAID TO TAKE LIFE AS IT COMES YOU PLAY WITH FIRE I GUESS YOU'LL NEVER LEARN YOU MESS WITH ME BABE YOU'RE GONNA GET BURNED [CHORUS] YOU'LL BE BACK WHERE YOU STARTED THAN YOU'LL KNOW HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOU'VE BEEN DISCARDED YOU'LL BACK WHERE YOU STARTED YOU THINK YOU GOT IT MADE BUT IT WON'T GET YOU FAR NO IT WON'T GET YOU FAR BACK WHERE YOU STARTED WHO'S GONNA HELP YA THROW YOU A LIFETIME I'LL TELL YOU ONE THING YOU'VE REALLY DONE IT THIS TIME YOU TOOK YOUR ONE CHANCE AND LET IT SLIP AWAY OH YA YOU'RE NOT THAT KIND WHO'LL EVER SETTLE DOWN THE RUMOUR'S GETTING OUT ALL OVER TIME YOU'LL BE... [CHORUS] BACK WHERE YOU STARTED

I Shall Be Free No. 10

BOB DYLAN "Another Side Of Bob Dylan"
I'm just average, common too I'm just like him, the same as you I'm everybody's brother and son I ain't different than anyone It ain't no use a-talking to me It's just the same as talking to you. I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said 'Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run 99, 100 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleenf. Well, I don't know, but I've been told The streets in heaven are lined with gold< I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first Wowee! pretty scary ! Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree I want ev'rybody to be free But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door and mary my daughter You must think I'm crazy ! I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba. Well, I set my monkey on the log And ordered him to do the Dog He wagged his tail and shook his head And he went and did the Cat instead He's a weird monkey, very funky. I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist And my wig-hat falling in my face But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court. I gotta woman, she's so mean She sticks my boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude Puts bubblegum in my food She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey. Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf I've got a million friends ! Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sister's home I got knocked down and my head was swimmin' I wound up with the Dean of Women Yippee ! I'm a poet, and I know it Hope I don't blow it. I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange So I look like a walking mountain range And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse Out to the country club and the golf course Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds. You're probably wondering by now Just what this song is all about What's probably got you baffled more What this thing here is for It's nothing It's something I learned over in England

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