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Well Amos Moses was a Cajun,
He lived by himself in the swamp.
He hunted alligators for a livin,
He just knocked 'em in the head with his stump.
The Louisiana law gonna get ya Amos
It ain't legal hunting alligators down in the swamp, boy

Well everybody blames his old man,
For makin' him mean as a snake,
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait.
Tie a rope around his neck, and throw him in the swamp,
Alligator bit him in a Louisiana bayou

About 45 minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man named Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna
hey raised up a son who could eat up his weight in groceries,
Named him after a man of the cloth,
Called him Amos Moses

Well, the folks around south Louisiana
Said Amos was a hell of a man
He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator
And just use one hand
That's all he's got left cause an alligator bit him
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow

Well the sheriff caught wind that Amos
Was in the swamp huntin' alligator skins
So he snuck in the swamp, gonna getcha boy,
But he never come out again.
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to?
You can sure get lost in a Louisiana bayou!

About 45 minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man named Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna
They raised a son who could eat up his weight in groceries,
Named him after a man of the cloth,
Called him Amos Moses

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I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Grey is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for thatBelieve in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars..

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We are all on our own with no one by our side
You are so lucky, beautiful and bright

All the cool kids go steady
they're making out at 12-
we sit in our rooms
alone
by ourselves

it's Friday-
no phone call,
nobody asked us out

We are the dateless losers-
lonely until we die!
So unappreciated,
why, why, why, why?

We're not so bad you know,
but you won't give us a chance
Take us to the movies, to dinner, or to dance

Not perfect,
not too hip-
but we need lovin' too

We are the dateless losers-
lonely until we die!
So unappreciated
why, why, why, why?

We are the dateless losers-
lonely until we die!
So unappreciated
why, why, why, why?

We are the dateless losers-
lonely until we die!
So unappreciated
why, why, why, why?

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There's a steel train comin' through I would take it if I could
And I would not lie to you because sunday mornin' soon will come

When things will be much easier to say
Upon the microphone like a boss dj
But I won't walk up upon the sea like it was dry land
Boss dj ain't nothin' but a man
No trouble, no fuss, I know why..

It's so nice, I wanna hear the same song twice,
It's so nice don't wanna hear the same song twice

Rumors are spreading all over my town
But it's just stones and sticks,
Upon the microphone is where I go to get my fix

Just let the lovin' take a hold 'cause it will if you let it
I'm funky not a junkie but I know where to get it
No trouble no fuss I know why

It's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice
It's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice

Oooee girl
Oooee girl
Oooee girl

Ooee girl and there really ain't no time to waste
Really ain't no time to hate
Ain't got no time to waste, time to hate
Really ain't no time to make the time go away

So mister dj don't stop the music,
I wanna know,
Are you feelin' the same way too?

I wanna rock it wih you-ou girl,
You-ou girl, you-ou girl, oooooo
Mmmmmhmmmhhmmm
Don't stop

'cause it's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice,
It's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice

Nowadays all the songs on the radio,
They all,
All drive me crazy

It's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice
It's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice

It's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice
It's so nice I wanna hear the same song twice

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You see the face on the TV screen
coming at you every Sunday
see that face on the billboard
that man is me

On the cover of the magazine
there's no question why I'm smiling
you buy a piece of paradise
you get a piece of me

I'll get you everything you wanted
I'll get you everything you need
don't need to believe in hereafter
just believe in me

Cos Jesus he knows me
and he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
oh yes he knows me
and he knows I'm right
and he's been telling me
everything is alright

I believe in the family
with my ever loving wife beside me
but she don't know about my girlfriend
or the man I met last night

Do you believe in God
cos that's what I'm selling
and if you wanna get to heaven
I'll see you right

You won't even have to leave your house
or get out of your chair
you don't even have to touch that dial
cos I'm everywhere

And Jesus he knows me
and he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
oh yes he knows me
and he knows I'm right
well he's been telling me
everything's gonna be alright

Won't find me practising what I'm preaching
won't find me making no sacrifice
but I can get you a pocketful of miracles
if you promise to be good, try to be nice
God will take good care of you
just do as I say, don't do as I do

I'm counting my blessings,
I've found true happiness
cos I'm getting richer, day by day
you can find me in the phone book,
just call my toll free number
you can do it anyway you want
just do it right away

There'll be no doubt in your mind
you'll believe everything I'm saying
if you wanna get closer to him
get on your knees and start paying

Cos Jesus he knows me
and he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
oh yes he knows me
and he knows I'm right
well he's been telling me
everything's gonna be alright, alright

Jesus he knows me
Jesus he knows me, you know...

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"Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, pal! There you go, trying to pass the buck; "I'm the source of all your misery."

Who closed the store to play hockey?

Who closed the store to go to a wake?

Who tried to get back together with his ex-girlfriend without even discussing how he felt with his present one?!

You wanna blame somebody? Blame yourself!

"I'm not even supposed to be here today." You sound like an asshole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here. You're here of your own volition.

You like to think the weight of the world rests on your shoulder. Like this place would fall apart if Dante wasn't here.

Jesus, you overcompensate for having what's basically a monkey's job. You push fucking buttons.

Anybody can just waltz in here and do our jobs. You're so obsessed with making it seem so much more epic, so much more important than it really is.

Christ, you work in a convenience store, Dante, and badly, I might add. I work in a shitty video store, badly as well.

You know, that guy Jay's got it right, man. He has no delusions about what he does. Us, we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people that come in here to buy a paper, or, god forbid, cigarettes.

We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so fucking advanced, what are we doing working here?"

You're 17, evil and mean,
comfy and cozy,
nowhere scene,
You can't deny
the loser inside,
all of your bad taste won't subside

You're outta sight
you keep me up at night
you dress funny
strapless and skin tight

You're outta sight
you keep me up at night
you make me crazy
you wear it out of spite

ban the tube top tonight

You're magical mystery girl,
tick tock you don't stop
a rockin' my world
You give high fives to all the guys,
you let me know that I'm alive

You're outta sight
you keep me up at night
you dress funny
strapless and skin tight

You're outta sight
you keep me up at night
you make me crazy
you wear it out of spite

ban the tube top...

There's a party that we're not invited to,
but I don't care because I hate everyone in school
I ignore all the girls but you (Oh yeah! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)

Beautiful girl, ugly shirt,
you are a fashion red alert
But I can't resist, you've never been kissed
and I've never been in love like this

You're outta sight
you keep me up at night
you dress funny
strapless and skin tight

You're outta sight
you keep me up at night
you make me crazy
you wear it out of spite

You're outta sight
you keep me up at night
you make me crazy
you wear it out of spite

ban the tube top
ban the tube top
ban the tube top tonight!

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Hot sun beating down
Burning my feet just walking around.

Hot sun making me sweat
gators getting close, hasnt got me yet

I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.

Blue jeans sitting on the beach,
Her dogs talking to me, but shes out of reach.

Shes got a body under that shirt,
But all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt.

Cos, I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling.

Oh and checking everything is in place,
You never know whos looking on.

Young punk spilling beer on my shoes,
Fat guys talking to me trying to steal my blues.

Thick smoke, see her smiling through.
I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool.

But I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way that I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling

Oh and checking everything is in place
You never know whos looking on
A perfect body with a perfect face - uh-huh.

No, I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
No, I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.

But I can walk.
No I cant dance.
No no no I cant dance
No I said I cant sing.
But I can walk.

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