She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
A-faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars that shine after three-thirty in the morning
Well, she isn't!
She came from Planet Claire
She came from Planet Claire
She came from Planet Claire
The B-52s - Time Capsule: Songs for a Future Generation Album Lyrics
The B-52s - Time Capsule: Songs for a Future Generation Lyrics
Writer: HENRY MANCINI, KATE PIERSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KEITH STRICKLAND, CINDY WILSON, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
52 Girls
Effie, Madge and Mabel and Biddie
See them on the beach
Or in New York City
Tina, Louise and Hazel and Mavis
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Wanda and Janet and Ronnie and Reba-o-o-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy
Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda
Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name.
See them on the beach
Or in New York City
Tina, Louise and Hazel and Mavis
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Wanda and Janet and Ronnie and Reba-o-o-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy
Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda
Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name.
Writer: CHARLES J. AYERS, CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
Rock Lobster
We were at a party
His earlobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Motion in the ocean
His air hose broke
Lots of trouble
Lots of bubble
He was in a jam
S'in a giant clam
Rock rock
Rock lobster
Down, down
Lobster rock
Lobster rock
Let's rock!
Boy's in bikinis
Girls in surfboards
Everybody's rockin'
Everybody's fruggin'
Twistin' 'round the fire
Havin' fun
Bakin' potatoes
Bakin' in the sun
Put on your noseguard
Put on the Lifeguard
Pass the tanning butter
Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dog-fish
Chased by a cat-fish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for that piranha
There goes a narwhal
Here comes a bikini whale!
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
His earlobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Motion in the ocean
His air hose broke
Lots of trouble
Lots of bubble
He was in a jam
S'in a giant clam
Rock rock
Rock lobster
Down, down
Lobster rock
Lobster rock
Let's rock!
Boy's in bikinis
Girls in surfboards
Everybody's rockin'
Everybody's fruggin'
Twistin' 'round the fire
Havin' fun
Bakin' potatoes
Bakin' in the sun
Put on your noseguard
Put on the Lifeguard
Pass the tanning butter
Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dog-fish
Chased by a cat-fish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for that piranha
There goes a narwhal
Here comes a bikini whale!
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Writer: Catherine Elizabeth Pierson, Cynthia Leigh Wilson, Frederick William Schneider, Julian Keith Strickland, Rickey Helton Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Party Out Of Bounds
Surprise! Party!
Yeah, we just thought we'd drop in!
Where's your icebox?
Where's the punch?
Eww, house-a-tosis!
Who's to blame when parties really get out of hand?
Who's to blame when they get poorly planned?
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo--oooooo...
Crashers get bombed, slobs make a mess
Ya know sometimes they'll even ruin your wife's dress
Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?)
Can you pull it back in line?
Can you salvage it in time?
What can you do to save a party?
Parcheesi? Charades? A spur-of-the-moment
Scavenger hunt, or Queen of the Nile? (Wooooh!)
Who turned out the lights? (Wooooh!)
Bombed, crashers gettin' bombed
Crasher's gettin' bombed, bombed, bombed, bombed, well who's to blame?
Who's to blame when situations degenerate?
Disgusting things you'd never anticipate
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooo--ooooooo...
People get sick, they play the wrong games
Ya know, it can ruin your name!
Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?)
Can you pull it back in line?
Can you salvage it in time?
Woooooh!
It shouldn't be difficult!
Try not to condemn!
O.K. who ordered pizza?
I'll be tactful when making the rounds
Be tactful when making the rounds
and maybe you can save a party....
Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!
Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!
Yeah, we just thought we'd drop in!
Where's your icebox?
Where's the punch?
Eww, house-a-tosis!
Who's to blame when parties really get out of hand?
Who's to blame when they get poorly planned?
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo--oooooo...
Crashers get bombed, slobs make a mess
Ya know sometimes they'll even ruin your wife's dress
Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?)
Can you pull it back in line?
Can you salvage it in time?
What can you do to save a party?
Parcheesi? Charades? A spur-of-the-moment
Scavenger hunt, or Queen of the Nile? (Wooooh!)
Who turned out the lights? (Wooooh!)
Bombed, crashers gettin' bombed
Crasher's gettin' bombed, bombed, bombed, bombed, well who's to blame?
Who's to blame when situations degenerate?
Disgusting things you'd never anticipate
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooo--ooooooo...
People get sick, they play the wrong games
Ya know, it can ruin your name!
Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame?)
Can you pull it back in line?
Can you salvage it in time?
Woooooh!
It shouldn't be difficult!
Try not to condemn!
O.K. who ordered pizza?
I'll be tactful when making the rounds
Be tactful when making the rounds
and maybe you can save a party....
Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!
Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!
Writer: KATE PIERSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KEITH STRICKLAND, CINDY WILSON, CYNTHIA WILSON, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
Strobe Light
Where's my telephone?
"Is that you baby?"
"Yeah."
"Got something to tell you."
"Oh, what?"
I want to see you tonight
I want you to walk in the door
I want you to lay on the floor
Cause tonight's the night
We make love, under a strobe light
Underneath the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Strobe light--woah oh oh
Strobe light--woah oh oh
Yeah!
Pulsing light goes to my head!
Everything I see is red
Baby when I kiss your hair
I feel electricity in the air
I'm gonna kiss your eyes
Then I'm gonna kiss your neck
Then I'm gonna kiss your tummy
Then I'm gonna kiss your pineapple
Tonight's the night
For love under the light
Strobe light, strobe light
Underneath the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Strobe light--woah oh oh
Strobe light--woah oh oh
Yeah!
I just wanna make love to you
I just wanna make love to you
Underneath the strobe light
Strobe light, strobe light
Strobe light, strobe light
Strobe light
Strobe, strobe, strobe, strobe, strobe light
"Is that you baby?"
"Yeah."
"Got something to tell you."
"Oh, what?"
I want to see you tonight
I want you to walk in the door
I want you to lay on the floor
Cause tonight's the night
We make love, under a strobe light
Underneath the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Strobe light--woah oh oh
Strobe light--woah oh oh
Yeah!
Pulsing light goes to my head!
Everything I see is red
Baby when I kiss your hair
I feel electricity in the air
I'm gonna kiss your eyes
Then I'm gonna kiss your neck
Then I'm gonna kiss your tummy
Then I'm gonna kiss your pineapple
Tonight's the night
For love under the light
Strobe light, strobe light
Underneath the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Strobe light--woah oh oh
Strobe light--woah oh oh
Yeah!
I just wanna make love to you
I just wanna make love to you
Underneath the strobe light
Strobe light, strobe light
Strobe light, strobe light
Strobe light
Strobe, strobe, strobe, strobe, strobe light
Writer: CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Private Idaho
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
Don't go on the patio.
Beware of the pool,
blue bottomless pool.
It leads you straight
right throught the gate
that opens on the pool.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the path, beware the gate,
watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways".
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
blind you to the awful surprise
that's waitin' for you at
the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
you fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state,
get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the patio,
keep off the path.
The lawn may be green
but you better not be seen
walkin' through the gate that leads you down,
down to a pool fraught with danger
is a pool full of strangers.
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
where do I go from here to a better state than this.
Well, don't be blind to the big surprise
swimming round and round like the deadly hand
of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool.
I-I-I-daho
I-I-I-daho
Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Get out of that state
Get out of that state
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
livin in your own Private.... Idaho
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
Don't go on the patio.
Beware of the pool,
blue bottomless pool.
It leads you straight
right throught the gate
that opens on the pool.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the path, beware the gate,
watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways".
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
blind you to the awful surprise
that's waitin' for you at
the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
you fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state,
get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the patio,
keep off the path.
The lawn may be green
but you better not be seen
walkin' through the gate that leads you down,
down to a pool fraught with danger
is a pool full of strangers.
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
where do I go from here to a better state than this.
Well, don't be blind to the big surprise
swimming round and round like the deadly hand
of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool.
I-I-I-daho
I-I-I-daho
Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Get out of that state
Get out of that state
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
livin in your own Private.... Idaho
Writer: CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Quiche Lorraine
The skies are charcoal grey
It's a dreary downtown day
But at the end of my 40 foot leash
Is my little friend Quiche
Quiche La Poodle is her name
And having a good time on a crummy day is our game.
Quiche Quiche Lorraine
Quiche Quiche Lorraine
Everyday I take her out. Yeah!
She runs around, she shouts out and barks. Yeah!
Cause she's a good doggie
She's a sweet, sweet, sweet puppy! Arf Arf
And I know she'll stick by me, Yeah! Arf Arf
Oh no! Here comes a Great Dane
Drivin' down the lane
Quiche, Quiche, Quiche come back here
Don't leave me
I'll go insane.
I'll go insane.
How do you like that?
Has anybody seen a dog dyed dark green
About two inches tall, with a strawberry blond fall;
Sunglasses and a bonnet
and designer jeans with appliques on it?
The dog that brought me so much joy
Left me wallowing in pain
Quiche Lorraine
I'll show her!
Do you see the key in my hand?
I'm gonna throw it in the lake
Yes, you've been so rotten to me,
You take the cake.
I'm just gonna lock the door to your kennel
And just you try and come back to me
Yeah, you'll see.
Quiche Quiche Lorraine you mangy mutt.
Quiche Quiche Lorraine I'm talking about Quiche!
Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Lorraine!
It's a dreary downtown day
But at the end of my 40 foot leash
Is my little friend Quiche
Quiche La Poodle is her name
And having a good time on a crummy day is our game.
Quiche Quiche Lorraine
Quiche Quiche Lorraine
Everyday I take her out. Yeah!
She runs around, she shouts out and barks. Yeah!
Cause she's a good doggie
She's a sweet, sweet, sweet puppy! Arf Arf
And I know she'll stick by me, Yeah! Arf Arf
Oh no! Here comes a Great Dane
Drivin' down the lane
Quiche, Quiche, Quiche come back here
Don't leave me
I'll go insane.
I'll go insane.
How do you like that?
Has anybody seen a dog dyed dark green
About two inches tall, with a strawberry blond fall;
Sunglasses and a bonnet
and designer jeans with appliques on it?
The dog that brought me so much joy
Left me wallowing in pain
Quiche Lorraine
I'll show her!
Do you see the key in my hand?
I'm gonna throw it in the lake
Yes, you've been so rotten to me,
You take the cake.
I'm just gonna lock the door to your kennel
And just you try and come back to me
Yeah, you'll see.
Quiche Quiche Lorraine you mangy mutt.
Quiche Quiche Lorraine I'm talking about Quiche!
Quiche Quiche Lorraine Quiche Lorraine!
Writer: CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 401K MUSIC INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 401K MUSIC INC
Mesopotamia
Turn your watch, turn your watch back
About a hundred thousand years
A hundred thousand years
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
Ah come on, that's what I want
We'll meet in Mesopotamia, oh-oh-oh
I ain't no student (we're goin' down to meet, feel those vibrations)
Of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation)
Before I talk
I should read a book
But there's one thing
That I do know
There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia
Six or eight thousand years ago
They laid down the law
Six or eight thousand years ago (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
They laid down the law (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
Ah come on, that's what I want
We'll meet in Mesopotamia, oh-oh-oh
Now I ain't no student (we're goin' down to meet, feel those vibrations)
Of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation)
Before I talk
I should read a book
(Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go)
But there's one thing that
I do know (Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go)
There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia
Six or eight thousand years ago
They laid down the law
Six or eight thousand years ago (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
They laid down the law (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
In Mesopotamia (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
They laid down the law (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
In Mesopotamia (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
About a hundred thousand years
A hundred thousand years
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
Ah come on, that's what I want
We'll meet in Mesopotamia, oh-oh-oh
I ain't no student (we're goin' down to meet, feel those vibrations)
Of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation)
Before I talk
I should read a book
But there's one thing
That I do know
There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia
Six or eight thousand years ago
They laid down the law
Six or eight thousand years ago (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
They laid down the law (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
I'll meet you by the third pyramid
Ah come on, that's what I want
We'll meet in Mesopotamia, oh-oh-oh
Now I ain't no student (we're goin' down to meet, feel those vibrations)
Of ancient culture (I know a neat excavation)
Before I talk
I should read a book
(Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go)
But there's one thing that
I do know (Mesopotamia, that's where I wanna go)
There's a lot of ruins in Mesopotamia
Six or eight thousand years ago
They laid down the law
Six or eight thousand years ago (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
They laid down the law (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
In Mesopotamia (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
They laid down the law (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
In Mesopotamia (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooooh)
Writer: CINDY WILSON, CYNTHIA WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Song for a Future Generation
Wanna be the ruler of the galaxy
Wanna be the king of the universe
Let's meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be the empress of fashion
Wanna be the president of Moscow
Let's meet and have a baby now!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
Hey, I'm Fred the Cancerian from New Jersey
I like collecting records and exploring
The cave of the unknown
Hello, I'm Cindy, I'm a Pisces
And I like chihuahuas and
Chinese noodles
Wanna be the first lady of infinity
Wanna be the nicest guy on earth
Let's meet and have a baby now!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!
Now! La! La! La! La! La!
Hi, my name is Ricky and I'm a Pisces
I love computers and hot tamales
Hey, I'm Kate and I am a Taurus
I love tomatoes and black-capped
Chickadees
Hey, my name is Keith and I'm a
Scorpio from Athens, G-A and I like
To find the essence from within
Wanna be the captain of the Enterprise
Wanna be the king of the Zulus
Let's meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be a daughter of Dracula
Wanna be the son of Frankenstein
Let's meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be mother-father
Wanna be daughter-son
Wanna be captain
Wanna be ruler-king and empress
Wanna be the king of the universe
Let's meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be the empress of fashion
Wanna be the president of Moscow
Let's meet and have a baby now!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
Hey, I'm Fred the Cancerian from New Jersey
I like collecting records and exploring
The cave of the unknown
Hello, I'm Cindy, I'm a Pisces
And I like chihuahuas and
Chinese noodles
Wanna be the first lady of infinity
Wanna be the nicest guy on earth
Let's meet and have a baby now!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!
Now! La! La! La! La! La!
Hi, my name is Ricky and I'm a Pisces
I love computers and hot tamales
Hey, I'm Kate and I am a Taurus
I love tomatoes and black-capped
Chickadees
Hey, my name is Keith and I'm a
Scorpio from Athens, G-A and I like
To find the essence from within
Wanna be the captain of the Enterprise
Wanna be the king of the Zulus
Let's meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be a daughter of Dracula
Wanna be the son of Frankenstein
Let's meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be mother-father
Wanna be daughter-son
Wanna be captain
Wanna be ruler-king and empress
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Summer of Love
Summer of love
Summer of love
I've been waiting for the man
Just buzzin' around
Downtown
Waiting for that very special
Comes in to see what I got
Orange popsicles and lemonade
CHORUS
It's the summer of love, love, love
I'm in love with love, love, love
For everyone transcends here
I'm thinking of you boy
Love energy is giving us a shove
Making this the summer of love
I said,"I see no clouds ahead"
Summer of love
Summer of love
I'm standing in the rain
Just feeling the nitty-gritty of the
Whole thing
Everything is very special
Look in and see what I got
Orange popsicles and lemonade
CHORUS
It's the summer of love, love, love
I'm in love with love, love, love
For everyone
Summer of love
I've been waiting for the man
Just buzzin' around
Downtown
Waiting for that very special
Comes in to see what I got
Orange popsicles and lemonade
CHORUS
It's the summer of love, love, love
I'm in love with love, love, love
For everyone transcends here
I'm thinking of you boy
Love energy is giving us a shove
Making this the summer of love
I said,"I see no clouds ahead"
Summer of love
Summer of love
I'm standing in the rain
Just feeling the nitty-gritty of the
Whole thing
Everything is very special
Look in and see what I got
Orange popsicles and lemonade
CHORUS
It's the summer of love, love, love
I'm in love with love, love, love
For everyone
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Channel Z
I am livin' on Channel Z!
Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static
Static in my attic from Channel Z
Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static
Static filling my attic from Channel Z
I don't know, I feel like something's happening
Something good is happening
I feel love has got to come on, and I want it
Something big and lovely
I want the world to change for me
Gotta get away, away from Z
Living on the edge of Z
Space junk, laser bombs, ozone holes, better put up my umbrella!
Giant stacks blowin' smoke
Politicrits pushin' dope
All I know, we've got to change what's happening
Something good could happen
I feel light has got to come through, and I need it
Something big and lovely
I want the world to change for me, gotta get away, away from Z
Living on the edge of Z
Waste dumps, toxic fog, irradiate and keep it fresh forever
Good old boys tellin' lies
'Bout time I got wise
Getting nothing but static (static)
Getting nothing but static (static)
Static in my attic from Channel Z
Getting nothing but static (static)
Getting nothing but static (static)
Static in my attic from Channel Z
Gotta tune in, pico waves, gotta tune out, PCBs
Gotta tune in, market crash, gotta tune out, polar shift
Gotta tune in, narrow minds, gotta tune out, space junk
Gotta tune in, bombs, gotta turn out, atomic lasers falling from the sky
Where's my umbrella?
Gonna shoot that static down the drain (where's my umbrella?)
Gonna put that static out of my brain (where's my umbrella?)
Gonna put up my antennae (free, ow!)
Hamburger ads
Pop up in my head
On the edge of Aquarius (secret wars!)
I'm living on the edge (take my money away)
I know I feel a change is happening
Something good will happen
I feel love is coming on strong, and I want it
We can make it happen
I want the world to change for me
Gotta get away, away from Z
Living on the edge of Z
Channel Z's all static, all day, forever (whoa-oh)
Time to open your windows, let in better weather (whoa-oh)
Channel Z's all static, all day, forever
Time to take this information and shove it in the shredder
More trash, more dips, space junk, narrow minds, aah! (whoa-oh)
Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static
Static in my attic from Channel Z
Getting nothing but static, getting nothing but static
Static filling my attic from Channel Z
I don't know, I feel like something's happening
Something good is happening
I feel love has got to come on, and I want it
Something big and lovely
I want the world to change for me
Gotta get away, away from Z
Living on the edge of Z
Space junk, laser bombs, ozone holes, better put up my umbrella!
Giant stacks blowin' smoke
Politicrits pushin' dope
All I know, we've got to change what's happening
Something good could happen
I feel light has got to come through, and I need it
Something big and lovely
I want the world to change for me, gotta get away, away from Z
Living on the edge of Z
Waste dumps, toxic fog, irradiate and keep it fresh forever
Good old boys tellin' lies
'Bout time I got wise
Getting nothing but static (static)
Getting nothing but static (static)
Static in my attic from Channel Z
Getting nothing but static (static)
Getting nothing but static (static)
Static in my attic from Channel Z
Gotta tune in, pico waves, gotta tune out, PCBs
Gotta tune in, market crash, gotta tune out, polar shift
Gotta tune in, narrow minds, gotta tune out, space junk
Gotta tune in, bombs, gotta turn out, atomic lasers falling from the sky
Where's my umbrella?
Gonna shoot that static down the drain (where's my umbrella?)
Gonna put that static out of my brain (where's my umbrella?)
Gonna put up my antennae (free, ow!)
Hamburger ads
Pop up in my head
On the edge of Aquarius (secret wars!)
I'm living on the edge (take my money away)
I know I feel a change is happening
Something good will happen
I feel love is coming on strong, and I want it
We can make it happen
I want the world to change for me
Gotta get away, away from Z
Living on the edge of Z
Channel Z's all static, all day, forever (whoa-oh)
Time to open your windows, let in better weather (whoa-oh)
Channel Z's all static, all day, forever
Time to take this information and shove it in the shredder
More trash, more dips, space junk, narrow minds, aah! (whoa-oh)
Writer: CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND, PAUL ASH, WALTER DONALDSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Deadbeat Club
(Huh, get a job, what for, I'm trying to think!)
I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute
On this caffeine buzz I was on
We were really hummin'
We would talk every day for hours
We belong to the deadbeat club
Any way we can
We're gonna find something
We'll dance in the garden in torn sheets in the rain
We'll dance in the garden in torn sheets in the rain
In the rain
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club
Going down to Allen's for
A twenty-five cent beer
And the jukebox playing real loud
"Ninety-six tears"
We're wild girls walkin' down the street
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club
Let's go crash that party down
In Normaltown tonight
Then we'll go skinny-dippin'
In the moonlight
We're wild girls walkin' down the street
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time
Anyway we can
We're gonna find something
We'll dance in the garden in torn sheets in the rain
We'll dance in the garden in torn sheets in the rain
In the rain
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
Oh-oh no, here they come!
The members of the deadbeat club
(Deadbeat club)
Oh-oh no, here they come!
The members of the deadbeat club
(Deadbeat club)
Oh-oh no, here they come!
The members of the deadbeat club
(Deadbeat club)
Oh-oh no, here they come!
The members of the deadbeat club
I was good, I could talk
A mile a minute
On this caffeine buzz I was on
We were really hummin'
We would talk every day for hours
We belong to the deadbeat club
Any way we can
We're gonna find something
We'll dance in the garden in torn sheets in the rain
We'll dance in the garden in torn sheets in the rain
In the rain
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club
Going down to Allen's for
A twenty-five cent beer
And the jukebox playing real loud
"Ninety-six tears"
We're wild girls walkin' down the street
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club
Let's go crash that party down
In Normaltown tonight
Then we'll go skinny-dippin'
In the moonlight
We're wild girls walkin' down the street
Wild girls and boys going out for a big time
Anyway we can
We're gonna find something
We'll dance in the garden in torn sheets in the rain
We'll dance in the garden in torn sheets in the rain
In the rain
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
We're the deadbeat club (deadbeat club)
Oh-oh no, here they come!
The members of the deadbeat club
(Deadbeat club)
Oh-oh no, here they come!
The members of the deadbeat club
(Deadbeat club)
Oh-oh no, here they come!
The members of the deadbeat club
(Deadbeat club)
Oh-oh no, here they come!
The members of the deadbeat club
Writer: Cindy Wilson, Fred Schneider, Kate Pierson, Keith Strickland
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Love Shack
If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says 15 miles to the...
Love Shack! Love Shack yeah yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for the love getaway
Heading for the love getaway, love getaway,
I got me a car, it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down
To the Love Shack
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love Shack baby, (a Love Shack bay-bee).
Love shack, baby love shack, love shack, baby love shack, love shack.
(love baby, that's where it's at)
Love shack (love baby, that's where it's at)
Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Love Shack!
Well it's set way back in the middle of a field,
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back
Glitter on the mattress
Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front porch
Glitter on the highway
The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together, love shack baby...
(Love Shack baby!)
Love Shack, that's where it's at! Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies
YEA! the whole shack shimmies!
The whole shack shimmies when everybody's
Movin' around and around and around!
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Funky little shack! Funky little shack!
Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail!
I got me a car, it seats about 20
So come on and bring your jukebox money.
Oh the Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love shack, baby! (a love shack baby)
Love shack! baby love shack
Love shack! baby love shack
Love shack! baby love shack
(love baby that's where its at, yea, love baby that's where it's at)
Bang bang bang, on the door baby! (Knock a little louder baby)
Bang bang bang,on the door baby! (I can't hear you!)
Bang bang bang, on the door baby! (Knock a little louder sugar!)
Bang bang bang, on the door baby! (I can't hear you!)
Bang bang (on the door baby)
Bang bang (on the door)
Bang bang (on the door baby)
Bang bang
Your what?.... Tin roof, rusted!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
(love baby that's where its at, yea, love baby that's where it's at)
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love baby, love shack
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack
Love Shack! Love Shack yeah yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for the love getaway
Heading for the love getaway, love getaway,
I got me a car, it's as big as a whale and we're headin' on down
To the Love Shack
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love Shack baby, (a Love Shack bay-bee).
Love shack, baby love shack, love shack, baby love shack, love shack.
(love baby, that's where it's at)
Love shack (love baby, that's where it's at)
Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Love Shack!
Well it's set way back in the middle of a field,
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back
Glitter on the mattress
Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front porch
Glitter on the highway
The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together, love shack baby...
(Love Shack baby!)
Love Shack, that's where it's at! Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies
YEA! the whole shack shimmies!
The whole shack shimmies when everybody's
Movin' around and around and around!
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Funky little shack! Funky little shack!
Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail!
I got me a car, it seats about 20
So come on and bring your jukebox money.
Oh the Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love shack, baby! (a love shack baby)
Love shack! baby love shack
Love shack! baby love shack
Love shack! baby love shack
(love baby that's where its at, yea, love baby that's where it's at)
Bang bang bang, on the door baby! (Knock a little louder baby)
Bang bang bang,on the door baby! (I can't hear you!)
Bang bang bang, on the door baby! (Knock a little louder sugar!)
Bang bang bang, on the door baby! (I can't hear you!)
Bang bang (on the door baby)
Bang bang (on the door)
Bang bang (on the door baby)
Bang bang
Your what?.... Tin roof, rusted!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
(love baby that's where its at, yea, love baby that's where it's at)
Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love baby, love shack
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack
Writer: CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Roam
I hear a wind
Whistling air
Whispering
In my ear
Boy Mercury shooting through every degree
Oh girl dancing down those dirty and dusty trails
Take it hip to hip, rocket through the wilderness
Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without wings, without wheels
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without anything but the love we feel
Skip the airstrip to the sunset, yeah
Ride the arrow to the target, one
Take it hip to hip, rock it through the wilderness
Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without wings, without wheels
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without anything but the love we feel
Fly the great big sky
See the great big sea
Kick through continents
Busting boundaries
Take it hip to hip, rocket through the wilderness
Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without wings, without wheels
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without anything but the love we feel
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Whistling air
Whispering
In my ear
Boy Mercury shooting through every degree
Oh girl dancing down those dirty and dusty trails
Take it hip to hip, rocket through the wilderness
Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without wings, without wheels
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without anything but the love we feel
Skip the airstrip to the sunset, yeah
Ride the arrow to the target, one
Take it hip to hip, rock it through the wilderness
Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without wings, without wheels
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without anything but the love we feel
Fly the great big sky
See the great big sea
Kick through continents
Busting boundaries
Take it hip to hip, rocket through the wilderness
Around the world the trip begins with a kiss
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without wings, without wheels
Roam if you want to
Roam around the world
Roam if you want to
Without anything but the love we feel
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Take it hip to hip
Rocket through the wilderness
Writer: CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND, ROBERT WALDROP
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Good Stuff
Brrrr!
All right
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Ooh, baby
What?
How about givin' me some of that good stuff
Well, here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Are you lookin' for it?
Are you lookin' for it?
You'll hear it from me
Good stuff, baby
Do you want it?
Do you know how to get it?
That good stuff baby
Good, good stuff
I got sincerity that's bonifide
And a heart so fine it's certified
So let your good stuff rain down on me
Your dang good stuff that's true and tried
Are you lookin' for it?
Are you lookin' for it?
You'll hear it from me
Good stuff baby
Do you want it?
Do you know how to get it?
That good stuff baby
Good good stuff
What's the use of gettin' if you ain't sharin'?
My eyes are strainin' from all the starin'
You've become my magnificent obsession
So how's about joinin' my lovin' session?
Are you ready? (I'm ready)
Are you ready? (uh, yeah)
Are you ready for this? (I guess so)
Come on baby, say whoa!
Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
The big dipper sure ain't big enough
To hold all of your dang good stuff
So let the people say we're downright nasty
I just say we're down right
That good stuff that I am seekin'
It's got me peakin' and it's got me freakin'
Watch my lips I am speakin'
It's got me trickin' and it's got me treatin'!
I got sincerity that's bonifide
So come on now and let your good stuff rain down on me (take me down)
I want the stuff (take me up) that's true and tried
Take me to the place they have the good stuff (yeah)
Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose
Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Don't leave me hangin'
I want to be dangin'
With your dang good stuff!
Don't leave me hangin'
I want to be dangin'
With your dang good stuff!
Hey ladies
Do you want it, yeah?
Hey fellas
You got to have it, yeah!
Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!
Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!
Hey ladies (gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow)
Do you want it, yeah? (gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!)
Hey fellas (gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow)
You got to have it, yeah! (gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!)
Hey!
That good-good-good-good-good-good-good stuff!
That good-good-good-good-good-good-good stuff, yeah!
All right
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Ooh, baby
What?
How about givin' me some of that good stuff
Well, here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Here it is
Are you lookin' for it?
Are you lookin' for it?
You'll hear it from me
Good stuff, baby
Do you want it?
Do you know how to get it?
That good stuff baby
Good, good stuff
I got sincerity that's bonifide
And a heart so fine it's certified
So let your good stuff rain down on me
Your dang good stuff that's true and tried
Are you lookin' for it?
Are you lookin' for it?
You'll hear it from me
Good stuff baby
Do you want it?
Do you know how to get it?
That good stuff baby
Good good stuff
What's the use of gettin' if you ain't sharin'?
My eyes are strainin' from all the starin'
You've become my magnificent obsession
So how's about joinin' my lovin' session?
Are you ready? (I'm ready)
Are you ready? (uh, yeah)
Are you ready for this? (I guess so)
Come on baby, say whoa!
Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
The big dipper sure ain't big enough
To hold all of your dang good stuff
So let the people say we're downright nasty
I just say we're down right
That good stuff that I am seekin'
It's got me peakin' and it's got me freakin'
Watch my lips I am speakin'
It's got me trickin' and it's got me treatin'!
I got sincerity that's bonifide
So come on now and let your good stuff rain down on me (take me down)
I want the stuff (take me up) that's true and tried
Take me to the place they have the good stuff (yeah)
Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose
Take me down where the love honey flows
Kiss you nice, nibble your toes
Take me down where the good stuff grows
Love you nice, tickle your nose
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Good stuff, gimmie some of that good stuff
Don't leave me hangin'
I want to be dangin'
With your dang good stuff!
Don't leave me hangin'
I want to be dangin'
With your dang good stuff!
Hey ladies
Do you want it, yeah?
Hey fellas
You got to have it, yeah!
Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!
Gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow
Gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!
Hey ladies (gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow)
Do you want it, yeah? (gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!)
Hey fellas (gonna wallow in the lovin' hollow)
You got to have it, yeah! (gonna wallow in your dang good stuff!)
Hey!
That good-good-good-good-good-good-good stuff!
That good-good-good-good-good-good-good stuff, yeah!
Writer: FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Is That You Mo-Dean?
Waitin' for bus number nintey-nine
Goin' to the store for hot dogs and wine
When all of a sudden, I felt real cold
And wound up in the belly of a big ol' UFO
On the bus, to the plane
To the UFO and to outer space, baby
On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah
Take me away
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (on a UFO)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
The interdimensional outer space being
Movin' through the spheres, faster than light
On our way to some planets that were outta sight
We said space driver, give it a spin
And take us to some places we ain't never been
On the bus, to another plane
To the UFO and to outer space, baby
On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah
Take me away
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (on a UFO)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
The interdimensional outer space being
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
I say, at which depot do we depart from his UFO?
Well, it had been nine hundred and eighty-seven years in outer space time when I got back
Couldn't seem to find any of my friends to tell my intersting stories to (past life)
On the bus, to the plane
To the UFO and outer space baby
On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah
Take me away
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (on a UFO)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it is I, Mo-Dean)
The interdimensional outer space being
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
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Goin' to the store for hot dogs and wine
When all of a sudden, I felt real cold
And wound up in the belly of a big ol' UFO
On the bus, to the plane
To the UFO and to outer space, baby
On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah
Take me away
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (on a UFO)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
The interdimensional outer space being
Movin' through the spheres, faster than light
On our way to some planets that were outta sight
We said space driver, give it a spin
And take us to some places we ain't never been
On the bus, to another plane
To the UFO and to outer space, baby
On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah
Take me away
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (on a UFO)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
The interdimensional outer space being
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
I say, at which depot do we depart from his UFO?
Well, it had been nine hundred and eighty-seven years in outer space time when I got back
Couldn't seem to find any of my friends to tell my intersting stories to (past life)
On the bus, to the plane
To the UFO and outer space baby
On the bus, to the plane, baby yeah
Take me away
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it's me, Mo-Dean)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (on a UFO)
Is that you Mo-Dean? (it is I, Mo-Dean)
The interdimensional outer space being
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
Is that you Mo-Dean?
It's me, Mo-Dean!
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Writer: FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Debbie
Radio operator to the tower
Debbie's comin' in for a landing
Oh, put your head between your knees
Caused by the vibrations of love
They're about to shake me to pieces
Shell-shocked supersonic blonde
Hyperphonic female, dark sunglasses on
Everyone is here to see
Her all-girl rock band
Vortex pulls me in
The vortex spits me out
Jet-eyed glitter child strappin' on a gold guitar
We witness the ultrasonic imploding excitation
Bodies exhausted in total elation
Shell-shocked supersonic blonde
Hyperphonic female, dark sunglasses on
Everyone is here to see
Her all-girl rock band
Oh Debbie
Queen of the underground
Carrying her gold guitar
The show is over
My downtown baby is headin' home singing a song
She's walkin' alone
She walking down the block
Now she's comin' my way
As our hearts and our dark sunglasses lock
Shell-shocked supersonic blonde
Hyperphonic female, dark sunglasses on
Everyone is here to see
Her all-girl rock band
Every day, every day
We're just a little bit wilder
Every day, every day
Ah, just a little bit tighter
Every day, every day
Just a little bit wilder
Every day-every day
Take it a little bit higher, yeah
Hoo!
Debbie's comin' in for a landing
Oh, put your head between your knees
Caused by the vibrations of love
They're about to shake me to pieces
Shell-shocked supersonic blonde
Hyperphonic female, dark sunglasses on
Everyone is here to see
Her all-girl rock band
Vortex pulls me in
The vortex spits me out
Jet-eyed glitter child strappin' on a gold guitar
We witness the ultrasonic imploding excitation
Bodies exhausted in total elation
Shell-shocked supersonic blonde
Hyperphonic female, dark sunglasses on
Everyone is here to see
Her all-girl rock band
Oh Debbie
Queen of the underground
Carrying her gold guitar
The show is over
My downtown baby is headin' home singing a song
She's walkin' alone
She walking down the block
Now she's comin' my way
As our hearts and our dark sunglasses lock
Shell-shocked supersonic blonde
Hyperphonic female, dark sunglasses on
Everyone is here to see
Her all-girl rock band
Every day, every day
We're just a little bit wilder
Every day, every day
Ah, just a little bit tighter
Every day, every day
Just a little bit wilder
Every day-every day
Take it a little bit higher, yeah
Hoo!
Writer: CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hallucinating Pluto
See the fool who mimicks the sun
Burning out like a quasar pulsing?
Your lunar laugh and smokey dreams
Bare your soul and take control
While the spaced out space chick keeps the cosmic beat
And day-glo daffodils are pushing violent from the earth
Hallucinating Pluto, yeah, yeah
Love will turn our universe
Hallucinating Pluto, oh, whoo!
Love will turn our universe
I could exist here, I could exist here happily
Fields of poppies, blind for sunshine
Burning paths of fluid joy
Bare your soul and take control
If the wolves are howling outside your door
Invite them in and make them beg for more
While the day-glo daffodils are pushing violent from the earth
Dripping wet and screaming
Now is the time, now is the time, now is the time, now is the time for action!
Hit the road, overload
I'm in a dancing mode
Hallucinating Pluto, yeah, yeah
Love will turn our universe
Hallucinating Pluto, oh, whoo!
Get on your laser, daddy, and ride through your telescope, into the night!
Pursue the lost realms of night
The lost realms of fear
Nighttime has stopped, bring on the aliens
Our love is freed from the icy tundra
And everyone wants to take the next flight out
Ride, daddy, ride
Hallucinating Pluto
Love will turn our universe
Hallucinating Pluto
Love will turn our universe
Hallucinating Pluto, yeah, yeah
Hallucinating Pluto, oh, whoo!
Ride, daddy, ride!
I could exist here, I could exist here, happily
Burning out like a quasar pulsing?
Your lunar laugh and smokey dreams
Bare your soul and take control
While the spaced out space chick keeps the cosmic beat
And day-glo daffodils are pushing violent from the earth
Hallucinating Pluto, yeah, yeah
Love will turn our universe
Hallucinating Pluto, oh, whoo!
Love will turn our universe
I could exist here, I could exist here happily
Fields of poppies, blind for sunshine
Burning paths of fluid joy
Bare your soul and take control
If the wolves are howling outside your door
Invite them in and make them beg for more
While the day-glo daffodils are pushing violent from the earth
Dripping wet and screaming
Now is the time, now is the time, now is the time, now is the time for action!
Hit the road, overload
I'm in a dancing mode
Hallucinating Pluto, yeah, yeah
Love will turn our universe
Hallucinating Pluto, oh, whoo!
Get on your laser, daddy, and ride through your telescope, into the night!
Pursue the lost realms of night
The lost realms of fear
Nighttime has stopped, bring on the aliens
Our love is freed from the icy tundra
And everyone wants to take the next flight out
Ride, daddy, ride
Hallucinating Pluto
Love will turn our universe
Hallucinating Pluto
Love will turn our universe
Hallucinating Pluto, yeah, yeah
Hallucinating Pluto, oh, whoo!
Ride, daddy, ride!
I could exist here, I could exist here, happily
Writer: CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Time Capsule: Songs for a Future Generation is a greatest hits album by American new wave band the B-52s, released in 1998. The album presents sixteen of their single releases and fan-favorite album tracks in chronological order, with the addition of two new songs recorded exclusively for this collection.
Performed By:
The B-52sGenre(s): New wave, post-punk, synthpop, pop rock
Length: 79:22
Released: May 26th, 1998
Year: 1998