Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I can feel the heat but it's soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town (downtown)
The young ones are going
(Downtown) the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey, not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later, baby, you'll be saying nevermind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind (kind hearts)
Don't make a new story
(Kind hearts) don't grab any glory
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
Come closer, honey, that's better
Got to get a brand-new experience, feeling right
Oh, don't try to stop, baby, hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside suburbia's sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go, baby
New York to east California
There's a new wave coming, I warn ya
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America
Clueless Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Clueless Soundtrack Lyrics
- Kids In America by The Muffs
- The Ghost In You by Counting Crows
- Here by Luscious Jackson
- All the Young Dudes by World Party
- Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead
- Change by Lightning Seeds
- Need You Around by Smoking Popes
- Mullet Head by Beastie Boys
- Whered You Go? by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
- Rollin' With My Homies by Coolio
- Alright by Supergrass
- My Forgotten Favorite by Velocity Girl
- Supermodel by Jill Sobule
Writer: Marty Wilde, Ricky Wilde
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC
The Ghost In You
by Counting Crows
A man in my shoes runs a liar
All the papers lie tonight,
that falling over you is the news of the day.
Aw angels fall like rain,
and your love, is all of heaven away.
Inside you the time moves and she don't fade,
The ghost in you, she don't fade.
The race is on I'm on your side,
but hearing you my engines die,
I'm in the mood for you, or for running away.
Oh the stars come down in you
And love, love, love, you can't give it away.
Inside you the time moves and she don't fade away
The ghost in you, she don't fade.
Inside you time moves and she dont fade away
Dont you know she dont fade away.
So don't you go, cause it makes no sense
that all these talking supermen
just take away the time, just to get it away.
Ain't it just like the rain
Cause love, love, love, love, love, is only heaven away.
Inside you the time moves, and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade away.
Inside you time moves, and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade.
The man in my shoes runs a liar,
All the papers lie tonight
That falling over you is the news of the day.
And love, will not fade away.
And love, love, love, will not fade away.
All the papers lie tonight,
that falling over you is the news of the day.
Aw angels fall like rain,
and your love, is all of heaven away.
Inside you the time moves and she don't fade,
The ghost in you, she don't fade.
The race is on I'm on your side,
but hearing you my engines die,
I'm in the mood for you, or for running away.
Oh the stars come down in you
And love, love, love, you can't give it away.
Inside you the time moves and she don't fade away
The ghost in you, she don't fade.
Inside you time moves and she dont fade away
Dont you know she dont fade away.
So don't you go, cause it makes no sense
that all these talking supermen
just take away the time, just to get it away.
Ain't it just like the rain
Cause love, love, love, love, love, is only heaven away.
Inside you the time moves, and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade away.
Inside you time moves, and she don't fade
The ghost in you, she don't fade.
The man in my shoes runs a liar,
All the papers lie tonight
That falling over you is the news of the day.
And love, will not fade away.
And love, love, love, will not fade away.
Writer: Richard Lofthouse Butler, Timothy Butler
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Here
by Luscious Jackson
Please die for me
Yeah yeah
Please die for me
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah ow
Hold this for me
Hown here
Here i come
You can't stop me now
I will be the one
Who keeps you around
Yeah yeah ow
Peace and loving everywhere
Get on the floor
Let's dance some more
When they tell me
That i got that homeless look
Yeah yeah
I think of warm air you bring
Here i come you can't stop
Me now
I will be the one
Who keeps you around
Yeah yeah ow
Asphyxiation driven
Get on the floor
Let's dance some more
Get on the floor yeah
Here i come you can't stop
Me now
hold this for me down here
yeah yeah ow peace and loving
everywhere
here i come you can't stop
me now i will be the one
who keeps you around
yeah yeah ow
get on the floor
let's dance some more
get on the floor
Yeah yeah
Please die for me
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah ow
Hold this for me
Hown here
Here i come
You can't stop me now
I will be the one
Who keeps you around
Yeah yeah ow
Peace and loving everywhere
Get on the floor
Let's dance some more
When they tell me
That i got that homeless look
Yeah yeah
I think of warm air you bring
Here i come you can't stop
Me now
I will be the one
Who keeps you around
Yeah yeah ow
Asphyxiation driven
Get on the floor
Let's dance some more
Get on the floor yeah
Here i come you can't stop
Me now
hold this for me down here
yeah yeah ow peace and loving
everywhere
here i come you can't stop
me now i will be the one
who keeps you around
yeah yeah ow
get on the floor
let's dance some more
get on the floor
Writer: GABRIELLE GLASER, JILL CUNNIFF
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
All the Young Dudes
by World Party
Billy rapped all night 'bout his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25
Don't wanna stay alive when you're 25
Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars
Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars from his face
Funky little boat race
The television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Man I need a TV when I've got T. Rex
Hey brother you guessed I'm a dude
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
Now Jimmy looking sweet though he dresses like a queen
He can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
We can love
Oh we can love
And my brother's back at home
With his Beatles and his Stones
We never got if off on that revolution stuff
What a drag
Too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is this concrete all around
Or is it in my head
Oh brother you guessed I'm a dude
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25
Don't wanna stay alive when you're 25
Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars
Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars from his face
Funky little boat race
The television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Man I need a TV when I've got T. Rex
Hey brother you guessed I'm a dude
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
Now Jimmy looking sweet though he dresses like a queen
He can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
We can love
Oh we can love
And my brother's back at home
With his Beatles and his Stones
We never got if off on that revolution stuff
What a drag
Too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is this concrete all around
Or is it in my head
Oh brother you guessed I'm a dude
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
Writer: David Bowie
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fake Plastic Trees
by Radiohead
A green plastic watering can
For a fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out
It wears him out
It wears him out
It wears
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time
All the time
Oh
For a fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
It wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out
It wears him out
It wears him out
It wears
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time
All the time
Oh
Writer: Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'Brien, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Change
by Lightning Seeds
The world is full of fools
Who never get it right
You don't know what to do
So you do anything you like
(Put your foot down and drive)
Oh you're a silly thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're such a pretty thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're never going to be like all those fools
You're coming out tonight
There's nothing to lose
You're going to give it all a try
Don't ever change
Don't ever change (never change)
No never change (never change)
Never change
(Don't ever change)
The world is full of fools
Take wisdom to the wise
And thank your lucky stars
For coming out tonight
(Put your foot down and drive)
Oh you're a silly thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're such a pretty thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
Don't ever change
Don't ever change (never change)
No never change (never change)
Never change
(Don't ever change)
When tearful eyes
Are open wide
They're still to blind to see
A change in style
For a little while
Is only make believe
(Put your foot down and drive)
Oh you're a silly thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're such a pretty thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're never satisfied
So look for something new
There's nothing to hide
And nothing you can do
Don't ever change
Don't ever change (never change)
No never change (never change)
Never change
(Don't ever change)
Oh you fool you've got me started
Oh you fool you've got me started
Oh you fool you've got me started
(Don't you ever change)
Oh you fool you've got me started
(Don't you ever change)
Who never get it right
You don't know what to do
So you do anything you like
(Put your foot down and drive)
Oh you're a silly thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're such a pretty thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're never going to be like all those fools
You're coming out tonight
There's nothing to lose
You're going to give it all a try
Don't ever change
Don't ever change (never change)
No never change (never change)
Never change
(Don't ever change)
The world is full of fools
Take wisdom to the wise
And thank your lucky stars
For coming out tonight
(Put your foot down and drive)
Oh you're a silly thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're such a pretty thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
Don't ever change
Don't ever change (never change)
No never change (never change)
Never change
(Don't ever change)
When tearful eyes
Are open wide
They're still to blind to see
A change in style
For a little while
Is only make believe
(Put your foot down and drive)
Oh you're a silly thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're such a pretty thing
(Put your foot down and drive)
You're never satisfied
So look for something new
There's nothing to hide
And nothing you can do
Don't ever change
Don't ever change (never change)
No never change (never change)
Never change
(Don't ever change)
Oh you fool you've got me started
Oh you fool you've got me started
Oh you fool you've got me started
(Don't you ever change)
Oh you fool you've got me started
(Don't you ever change)
Writer: ALEXANDER RUBIN, JEFFREY B. FRANZEL
Copyright: Lyrics © BIRD WINS PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BIRD WINS PUBLISHING
Need You Around
by Smoking Popes
If I could see into your heart
Then would I know just where to start?
Because I'm lost and I need to be found
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around
If I could stand to be on my own
Then I would probably just leave you alone
But I'm gonna feel this way till I'm six feet underground
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around
Turning, tossing and turning
My love is burning me down
If I could change one thing in this world
I'd change your mind and make you my girl
Because I'm lost and I need to be found
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around
I'm gonna feel this way till I'm six feet underground
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around [repeat until end of song]
Then would I know just where to start?
Because I'm lost and I need to be found
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around
If I could stand to be on my own
Then I would probably just leave you alone
But I'm gonna feel this way till I'm six feet underground
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around
Turning, tossing and turning
My love is burning me down
If I could change one thing in this world
I'd change your mind and make you my girl
Because I'm lost and I need to be found
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around
I'm gonna feel this way till I'm six feet underground
Crazy as it sounds
I need you around [repeat until end of song]
Writer: JOSH CATERER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Mullet Head
by Beastie Boys
You're coming off like you're Van Damme
You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am
You've got names like Billy Ray
Now you sing Hip Hop Hooray
Put your Dakleys and your stone wash on
Watching MTV and you mosh on
Number one on the side and don't touch the back
Number six on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack
Shiny chrome rims never rusted
Driving through the tunnel, you might get busted
Never trusted, Mullet head
You know you took that girl to bed
Cruising 8th Street Saturday night
Trying to find a head shop, looking to fight
You've got that stonewash derriere
Spike the top because the week-end is here
You want to know what's a mullet? well
I got a little story to tell
About a hair style, that's way of life
Have you ever seen a Mullet wife?
Yo, take a chill be , check out my Spillbee
'Cause you don't know about the Mullet head
Cruise in my Iroc, stonewash on my cock
Got it like that 'cause I'm the Mullet head
Put me on trial 'cause I'm worth your while
Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the Mullet man
Read the New York Post, read a story
About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory
They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl
Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world
A real lover man, a real Cassanova
Joey got horny and now he's over
Amy got pissed, shot his wife
Joey gest to jail for the rest of his life
Cut the sides, don't touch the back
You've got Kenny G, in your Trans Am
You've got names like Billy Ray
Now you sing Hip Hop Hooray
Put your Dakleys and your stone wash on
Watching MTV and you mosh on
Number one on the side and don't touch the back
Number six on the top and don't cut it wack, Jack
Shiny chrome rims never rusted
Driving through the tunnel, you might get busted
Never trusted, Mullet head
You know you took that girl to bed
Cruising 8th Street Saturday night
Trying to find a head shop, looking to fight
You've got that stonewash derriere
Spike the top because the week-end is here
You want to know what's a mullet? well
I got a little story to tell
About a hair style, that's way of life
Have you ever seen a Mullet wife?
Yo, take a chill be , check out my Spillbee
'Cause you don't know about the Mullet head
Cruise in my Iroc, stonewash on my cock
Got it like that 'cause I'm the Mullet head
Put me on trial 'cause I'm worth your while
Pass me the comb 'cause I'm the Mullet man
Read the New York Post, read a story
About Joey Buttafooco in all his glory
They said he tried to freak it with a high school girl
Pimpin' Amy Fisher to the rest of the world
A real lover man, a real Cassanova
Joey got horny and now he's over
Amy got pissed, shot his wife
Joey gest to jail for the rest of his life
Cut the sides, don't touch the back
Writer: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, AMERY SMITH, MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Whered You Go?
by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Checked the clock when I got home and realized I was alone.
Sat for hours by the window wonderin' where did ya go?
Couldn't eat or sleep at all took the pictures off the wall.
Paced the place as time moves slow and I'm wondering
Where did ya go?
Where'd ya go?
Where'd ya go?
I wanna know!
Lit a cigarette I couldn't smoke
Wound the clock until it broke.
Went to bed then took a shower, stared at TV for an hour.
Did the dishes, made the bed.
Read a book I never read.
Any minute you will show and I'm wondering where did ya go?
Where'd ya go?
Where'd ya go?
I wanna know!
I opened the fridge, I opened a beer, played a tape I couldn't hear.
Emptiness began to grow and I'm wondering where did ya go?
Watched the sun come up from the back stairs.
Thought about the last few years.
I lost control
I screamed, I cried
I punched a hole and went inside.
Packed my things, called a friend.
Wished this emptiness would end.
Wrote a note then tore it up, poured the beer into a cup.
Sat on the couch, drank it slow, wondering where did ya go?
Realized I couldn't stay, I grabbed my things and went away.
Where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
I wanna know!
Sat for hours by the window wonderin' where did ya go?
Couldn't eat or sleep at all took the pictures off the wall.
Paced the place as time moves slow and I'm wondering
Where did ya go?
Where'd ya go?
Where'd ya go?
I wanna know!
Lit a cigarette I couldn't smoke
Wound the clock until it broke.
Went to bed then took a shower, stared at TV for an hour.
Did the dishes, made the bed.
Read a book I never read.
Any minute you will show and I'm wondering where did ya go?
Where'd ya go?
Where'd ya go?
I wanna know!
I opened the fridge, I opened a beer, played a tape I couldn't hear.
Emptiness began to grow and I'm wondering where did ya go?
Watched the sun come up from the back stairs.
Thought about the last few years.
I lost control
I screamed, I cried
I punched a hole and went inside.
Packed my things, called a friend.
Wished this emptiness would end.
Wrote a note then tore it up, poured the beer into a cup.
Sat on the couch, drank it slow, wondering where did ya go?
Realized I couldn't stay, I grabbed my things and went away.
Where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
I wanna know!
Writer: DICKY BARRETT, NATE ALBERT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rollin' With My Homies
by Coolio
Saturday morning, take the train for a ride
The sun is up, I got my homies by my side
Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers
On the beach, daddy dippin'
I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun
Then I bust a left for the 121
Pull it into park and lay it on the grass
I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass
Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear
Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here
I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I'm livin'
Crowbars in the house and got us on a mission
You can be Blood, or you can see cryppin' fool
But I ain't trippin'
My homie Snoop kicks the dinner juice and that's alright,
But a-Coolio with the flow seems to yak all night
[Chorus]
Rollin' with my homies (sippin' we yak all night, yeah)
Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the C-B-T, and it's alright)
Yak all night
Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yak all night, yeah)
Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the C-B-T, and it's alright)
Yak all night
Pumpin' up the keg and roll it in a paper
It's like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbor
Night time is the right time, a-dynamite!
We're gonna have a good time
I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass
Pop in the tape and a match
West when I fly I take the exit o'
And guess what I saw
Two fools at the light, they stared me up
But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, "whats up?"
And even though I really don't want no trouble
I got thirty-one replies to bust your bubble
I don't really wanna hurt nobody
So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party
I just wanna kick it, yeah, that's the ticket
Pass me the cup so we can get twisted
[Chorus]
I'm rollin' with my homies, yeah
'Said we'd yak all night, yeah yeah
I roll up to the party and I'm straight old bent
And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent
There's a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front
So I drops the ass and let the sistas bump
Here comes one now, she's on the tip
She says she likes the way my woofers kick
But I don't fall in love with every girl I see
So I pass up two and go straight to three
She got a ass like the back of a bus, 'cause
And that's why I say
I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point
Whats up? Do you wanna kick it or what?
I ain't got time to be frontin',
I ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Just a little sumpin' sumpin'
If you're fine and you won't front
I don't wanna be your man, but I'll hook you up.
[Chorus: x2]
Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yes I'm rollin' with my homies
Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin',
Rollin' with my homies ooh
The sun is up, I got my homies by my side
Rollin' down the street with my sixteen speakers
On the beach, daddy dippin'
I hang a light at the right, ready to have fun
Then I bust a left for the 121
Pull it into park and lay it on the grass
I roll back the ride, so I can see some ass
Clock one sista, fifteens in the rear
Bump a forty, leaves me gawkin' here
I hits 'em up for the circle, that's how I'm livin'
Crowbars in the house and got us on a mission
You can be Blood, or you can see cryppin' fool
But I ain't trippin'
My homie Snoop kicks the dinner juice and that's alright,
But a-Coolio with the flow seems to yak all night
[Chorus]
Rollin' with my homies (sippin' we yak all night, yeah)
Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the C-B-T, and it's alright)
Yak all night
Rollin' with my homies (sippin' yak all night, yeah)
Sippin' on yak all night (I got us on the way in the C-B-T, and it's alright)
Yak all night
Pumpin' up the keg and roll it in a paper
It's like a match, you light it up and pass it to your neighbor
Night time is the right time, a-dynamite!
We're gonna have a good time
I jump back in the wagon, lock up the ass
Pop in the tape and a match
West when I fly I take the exit o'
And guess what I saw
Two fools at the light, they stared me up
But I just look 'em in the eye and I say, "whats up?"
And even though I really don't want no trouble
I got thirty-one replies to bust your bubble
I don't really wanna hurt nobody
So I keeps on rollin' on my way to the party
I just wanna kick it, yeah, that's the ticket
Pass me the cup so we can get twisted
[Chorus]
I'm rollin' with my homies, yeah
'Said we'd yak all night, yeah yeah
I roll up to the party and I'm straight old bent
And 'catchin' me a freak was my intent
There's a whole pack o' rats' ass standin' in the front
So I drops the ass and let the sistas bump
Here comes one now, she's on the tip
She says she likes the way my woofers kick
But I don't fall in love with every girl I see
So I pass up two and go straight to three
She got a ass like the back of a bus, 'cause
And that's why I say
I let her hit my twenty, got straight to the point
Whats up? Do you wanna kick it or what?
I ain't got time to be frontin',
I ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Just a little sumpin' sumpin'
If you're fine and you won't front
I don't wanna be your man, but I'll hook you up.
[Chorus: x2]
Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin'
Yes I'm rollin' with my homies
Yes I'm rollin' rollin' rollin',
Rollin' with my homies ooh
Writer: ARTIS L., JR. IVEY, RALPH SALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC
Alright
by Supergrass
We are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,
We wake up, we go out, smoke a fag,
Put it out, see our friends,
See the sights, feel alright,
Are we like you?
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,
But we are young, we get by,
Can't go mad, ain't got time,
Sleep around, if we like,
But we're alright,
Got some cash, bought some wheels,
Took it out, 'cross the fields,
Lost control, hit a wall,
But we're alright,
Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,
But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,
Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our world,
But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,
We wake up, we go out, smoke a fag,
Put it out, see our friends,
See the sights, feel alright,
Are we like you?
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,
But we are young, we get by,
Can't go mad, ain't got time,
Sleep around, if we like,
But we're alright,
Got some cash, bought some wheels,
Took it out, 'cross the fields,
Lost control, hit a wall,
But we're alright,
Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,
But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,
Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our world,
But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright
Writer: DANIEL GOFFEY, DAVID N YAZBEK, GARETH COOMBES, MICHAEL QUINN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
My Forgotten Favorite
by Velocity Girl
Please say you'll stay
If I told you once I told you
Twice never ever to believe a word I say
Your the only one
That makes me feel this way
And when you said I couldn't see
You told everything but the truth
Could it be all that bad
To forget about my favorite thing
I know you
I'm on my last leg
Running when I
Can barely walk
And when you said I couldn't see
You told everything but the truth
Could it be all that bad
To forget about my favorite thing
I know you
You know all I want to do
Is live my life
And forget about you
And when you said I couldn't see
You told everything but the truth
Could it be all that bad
To forget about my favorite thing
I know you
I know you
I know you
If I told you once I told you
Twice never ever to believe a word I say
Your the only one
That makes me feel this way
And when you said I couldn't see
You told everything but the truth
Could it be all that bad
To forget about my favorite thing
I know you
I'm on my last leg
Running when I
Can barely walk
And when you said I couldn't see
You told everything but the truth
Could it be all that bad
To forget about my favorite thing
I know you
You know all I want to do
Is live my life
And forget about you
And when you said I couldn't see
You told everything but the truth
Could it be all that bad
To forget about my favorite thing
I know you
I know you
I know you
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Supermodel
by Jill Sobule
I don't care what my teachers say
I'm gonna be a supermodel.
Everyone is gonna dress like me,
Wait and see
When I'm a supermodel
And my hair will shine like the sea.
Everyone wants to look like me
Me
[Chorus: x2]
Cause I'm young and I'm here and so beautiful,
I'm gonna be a supermodel
I wish that I was like Tori Spelling,
With a car likes hers and dad likes hers.
And I show them how how it was done.
That be fun, that be fun.
And I write my school report,
Why I love my jeans, why I love my jeans.
And oh, on my locker door it is the coolest thing
That you have ever seen.
[Chorus: x2]
I didn't yesterday,
I'm not gonna eat today
I'm not gonna eat tomorrow
Cause I'm gonna be a supermodel
[Repeat: x4]
So beautiful, I'm gonna be a supermodel
Cause I'm young and I'm here and so beautiful,
I'm gonna be a supermodel
I'm gonna be a supermodel
I'm gonna be a supermodel
I'm gonna be a supermodel.
Everyone is gonna dress like me,
Wait and see
When I'm a supermodel
And my hair will shine like the sea.
Everyone wants to look like me
Me
[Chorus: x2]
Cause I'm young and I'm here and so beautiful,
I'm gonna be a supermodel
I wish that I was like Tori Spelling,
With a car likes hers and dad likes hers.
And I show them how how it was done.
That be fun, that be fun.
And I write my school report,
Why I love my jeans, why I love my jeans.
And oh, on my locker door it is the coolest thing
That you have ever seen.
[Chorus: x2]
I didn't yesterday,
I'm not gonna eat today
I'm not gonna eat tomorrow
Cause I'm gonna be a supermodel
[Repeat: x4]
So beautiful, I'm gonna be a supermodel
Cause I'm young and I'm here and so beautiful,
I'm gonna be a supermodel
I'm gonna be a supermodel
I'm gonna be a supermodel
Writer: BRIAN S. MACLEOD, DAVID FRANCIS BAERWALD, DAVID KITAY, CHRISTIAN VIGARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Clueless is a 1995 American coming-of-age teen comedy film written and directed by Amy Heckerling. It stars Alicia Silverstone, and produced by Scott Rudin and Robert Lawrence.
The film is a loose adaptation of Jane Austen's 1815 novel Emma. The plot centers on a beautiful, popular, wealthy high school student who wants to do "good deeds." She befriends a newcomer and decides to give her a makeover while playing matchmaker for her teachers and examining her own existence.
Clueless was filmed in Southern California over a 40-day schedule. Heckerling studied Beverly Hills High School students to understand how teenagers in the 1990s talked and learned some appropriate slang terms from them.
The film grossed $88 million worldwide, and was further successful in the home video market. It has received positive reviews from critics and is considered to be one of the best teen films of all time. Clueless has developed a cult following and has a continuing legacy.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Pop, pop rock, Alternative The film is a loose adaptation of Jane Austen's 1815 novel Emma. The plot centers on a beautiful, popular, wealthy high school student who wants to do "good deeds." She befriends a newcomer and decides to give her a makeover while playing matchmaker for her teachers and examining her own existence.
Clueless was filmed in Southern California over a 40-day schedule. Heckerling studied Beverly Hills High School students to understand how teenagers in the 1990s talked and learned some appropriate slang terms from them.
The film grossed $88 million worldwide, and was further successful in the home video market. It has received positive reviews from critics and is considered to be one of the best teen films of all time. Clueless has developed a cult following and has a continuing legacy.
-Wikipedia
Length: 51:26
Released: May 15th, 1995
Year: 1995