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Is that Jazz
03:54
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Sounds like there’s a werewolf living in your throat
A little brown bag of something in your coat
you wanna sing along but the melody’s absurd
Zooobe doodoo do do
Did you forget the words
Is that Jazz
Is that Jazz
Is that Jazz
You can turn up on time but the notes aren’t on the beat
There’s a little cellar door down the laneway ’cross the street
He smokes four packs a day but his saxophone smokes five
It’s only curiosity that’s keeping him alive
Is that Jazz
Is that Jazz
Is that Jazz
They’re sleeping in chairs
Living in beds
A used needle playing Billy in their heads
‘round and ‘round the mulberry bush
trying to find a park
You hear more black notes on a piano after dark
Is that the banjo players Ferrari?
I believe it’s his manager’s
The sun goes down but it’s time to get up
And measure some more pleasure into a coffee cup
People breath in but they forget to breath out
Is their a Count or a Duke or a Doctor in the House
Is that Jazz
Is that Jazz
Is that Jazz
That’s what they tell me
that’s Jazz
Soo oh oh they tell me that’s Jazz
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2. |
Layla
04:54
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3. |
Makin' Whoopee
03:18
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4. |
Papa Come Quick
04:30
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5. |
Romeo and Juliet
06:21
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7. |
The Second time around
04:25
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UNTIL I'VE SHOWN YOU PARIS © Tony King 1993
Well we can't stay in this place forever
I can see that it's making you blue...
It's not 'cause you’re poor that you want something more
And your spirit is telling you too...
We can't put it off any longer
'Cause the right time might never be here
...I'll take you somewhere you'll never forget
This is as close as a dream ever gets
And you'll feel like you're part of a painting still wet...
Is there anybody there who can answer my prayer?...
Don't blow up the world until I've shown you Paris ..
Don't blow up the world until I've taken you there...
There's a life that we live in frustration
And a life that we live in our minds..
And you know if we stay we will both dearly pay...
'Cause the blind are leading the blind ...
If you're not killed It must make you stronger...
But before you get too strong to feel...
I'll show you something you've known from afar
The sleeper will wake and you'll be who you are
Where greed is the peasant and love is the Tzar....
Is there anybody there..who can answer my prayer?...
Don't blow up the world until I've shown you Paris....
Don't blow up the world until I've taken you there...
We'll roast in the chestnuts of winter ..
And roll in the flowers of Spring
And put it back just as we found it….
It’ll stay with you, it’ll stay with you, it’ll stay with you, it’ll stay……
If we don’t blow up the world until I’ve shown you Paris ..
Don't blow up the world until I've taken you there...
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9. |
Body and Soul
04:24
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11. |
You've Got A Nerve
03:23
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12. |
Big Yellow Taxi
03:12
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13. |
Gimme One Reason
03:58
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14. |
Foxy Lady
06:17
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15. |
Sultans of Swing
07:50
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16. |
In the Suburbs
03:27
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In the Suburbs
Lyrics Tony King 15th May 1995
Music Tony King & David Bates
Mum ..Why do we have to lock our grandma up at night?
‘Cause everything gets stolen ..in the suburbs
And why is everybody talking to their garden gnomes? ‘Cause no-one knows their neighbours.. in the suburbs.
And why do we own so many time saving things?
There isn’t time to tell you ..In the suburbs.
And why has our family never been across the street?
Cause It isn’t safe to walk around the suburbs...suburbs..suburbs...
Mum why is everybody..always watering their lawn ? It must be just about to rain.. in the suburbs
And why are the cities chock -a-block with 4 wheel drives?
‘Cause there ’s nowhere left to park.. in the suburbs.
And how can a cow make a carton of milk?
I guess they have square arses.. in the suburbs.
And Why do you always have to shout when you talk?
‘CAUSE WE’RE LIVING IN THE FLIGHTPATH... IN THE SUBURBS!
Traffic’s bad....Mind your purse...Another prang...Fetch a nurse....Rents are up...
Seen a shrink?..In the suburbs!
Solo
If you leave your mouth open..the Burgulars will get in
And you have to leave it open.. until the police have been And You can’t order dinner.. ‘ till you remember your pin
You’re dead without your pin.
in the Suburbs ..suburbs..sub..urbs. sub..ur..ur..urbs
Mum why is a Doberman delivering our mail?
‘Cause he’s eaten all the posties... in the suburbs.
Why is half the population living in a jail?
It’s the only safe place left... in the suburbs.
Mum.. can you tell me what the word suburb means?
It’s Aboriginal for ...Can of Sardines.
And if we win the Rat Race...what happens then?
Well you’re still a bloody rat...in the suburbs
Traffic’s bad....Mind your purse...Another prang...Fetch a nurse....Rents are up...
Seen a shrink?..In the suburbs!
Check The Smog....Pay the Toll....Mobile Phone....I’m not home...You can all get stuffed!...After The Tone...In the Suburbs!
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17. |
Cantonese Rawhide
03:55
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19. |
In the Mulga
04:16
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IN THE MULGA
© T. KING & D. BATES 1986
Mulga Mulga Mulga
Dad why do we all talk without opening our mouths?
Cause Life is pretty dusty... in the Mulga
Dad why’s our TV ariel look like the Eiffel Tower
So your Mum can get the Soapies ...in the Mulga
And why do the kelpies always sound like they’re in pain?
You try and find a lampost ...in the Mulga
And Dad why do the camels bury their heads in the sand?
Cause Rolf Harris likes to practise... in the Mulga
Dad why is our letter box two hundred miles away?
It keeps the Mormons off our scent ..in the Mulga
Dad why do the blokes all have a beer-gut and a beard?
Nothin else ‘ll grow.. in the Mulga
And why’s the flying doctor only call why you’re away
I’ve been wondering that myself..in the Mulga
Dad who’s the bloke who drives around in the Army tank?
Oh that’ll be the Flick Man
In The Mulga.. Mulga... Mulga
Jeez it’s hot ..... Bloody flies
Cuppa Tea...... Like you r hat
Caught that snake....... It rained last year
In The Mulga.. Mulga...Mulga
Solo
If you leave your mouth open the flies will get in
And you’ve got to leave it open to let them out again
And you can’t get to sleep cause the Dingos make a Din
Or a Dinner of things left
In The Mulga... Mulga... Mulga
Dad why don’t the Leyland Brothers come out here anymore?
Cause we shoot anything that moves ...In The Mulga
Dad why do the sheep all run away when you get near?
Well never mind about that till you’re a bit older
And why do our cousins all look the same as me?
Cause families get real close ..in the mulga.
And Dad why do you run over every animal you see?
That’s how you find your way home
In The Mulga ...Mulga... Mulga
Jeez it’s hot ..... Bloody flies
Cuppa Tea..... Like your hat
Caught that snake..... Could rain next year
In The Mulga
Set a trap...... the mare’s in foal
Been to town...... Mind your head
Gotta smoke? ......could rain next year
In The Mulga.... Mulga ......Mulga
Baa Baa Baaa
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20. |
I like em Fat Like That
02:55
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WHEEL IN THE POTHOLE OF YOUR LOVE
© T.King & D. Bates 1986
Well the life of a truckie’s not easy
And I’d just about run out of steam
When one day at a truck stop through a halo of blowies
I spotted the girl of my dreams
Well she smiled as she wiped off my dip stick
And my heart seemed to slip out of gear
Her hair was tied back with an octopus strap
And a piston ring gleamed from each ear
Well she wiped her hands clean on her stubbies
And she balanced a fag on her lip
My eyes went all steamy as I took off my beenie
And started to let these words slip
I’ve got a wheel in the pothole of your love
I’ve got a wheel in the pothole of your love
And I wish that for every truck I’d rolled
I’d rolled all over you
I’ve got a wheel in the pothole of your love
Just as my words started flowing
An air horn from one of the boys
Came thundering in
With a God awful din
And the moment was lost in the noise
Well she tightened the ropes on my rig
And she fixed a few leaks underneath
We said our goodbyes as she threw on new tyres
And tightened the nuts with her teeth
I’ve got a wheel in the pothole of your love
I’ve got a wheel in the pothole of your love
And I wish that for every truck I’d rolled
I’d rolled all over you
I’ve got a wheel in the pothole of your love
Ten wheels each side of the yellow lines
I’m driving asleep in the rain
I dream of that girl with the octopus curl
And swallow some pills for the pain
And I pray that one day I will meet her
When I get to where the road ends
Meanwhile I hope that this load of cattle
Will lean the right way on the bends
Hell of a mess if they don’t (Moooooo)
I’ve got a wheel in the pothole of your love
I’ve got a wheel in the pothole of your love
And I wish that for every truck I’d rolled
I’d rolled all over you
I’ve got a wheel in the pothole of your love
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22. |
Double Bay
03:09
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23. |
Cause I'm a Blonde
02:50
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24. |
La Bamba
02:54
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25. |
Scottish Rawhide
03:24
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