Werewolves Of London
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London Werewolves of London
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London Werewolves of London
He's the hairy handed gent who ran amok in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him he'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor and he's looking for James Taylor
Werewolves of London Werewolves of London
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's his hair was perfect
Werewolves of London Werewolves of London
Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time for another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland until he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Thompson gunner Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time for another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland until he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombasa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner
The eternal Thompson gunner still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it
Mohammed's Radio
Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow but don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful on the radio, Mohammed's Radio
You know, the Sheriff's got his problems too he will surely take them out on you
In walked the village idiot and his face was all aglow
He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio
Don't it make you want to rock and roll all night long
Mohammed's Radio I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incomplete
Don't it make you want to rock and roll all night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful on the radio, Mohammed's Radio
You've been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp
Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp
Don't it make you want to rock and roll all night long Mohammed's Radio
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
So much to do, there's plenty on the farm I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm I'll sleep when I'm dead
I'm drinking heartbreak motor oil and Bombay gin I'll sleep when I'm dead
Straight from the bottle, twisted again I'll sleep when I'm dead
Well, I take this medicine as prescribed I'll sleep when I'm dead
It don't matter if I get a little tired I'll sleep when I'm dead
I've got a .38 special up on the shelf I'll sleep when I'm dead
If I start acting stupid I'll shoot myself I'll sleep when I'm dead
So much to do, there's plenty on the farm I'll sleep when I'm dead
Saturday night I like to raise a little harm I'll sleep when I'm dead
Life'll Kill Ya
You've got an invalid haircut it hurts when you smile
You'd better get out of town before your nickname expires
It's the kingdom of the spiders it's the empire of the ants
You need a permit to walk around downtown you need a license to dance
Life'll kill ya that's what I said
Life'll kill ya then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya wherever you go
Requiescat in pace that's all she wrote
From the President of the United States to the lowliest rock and roll star
The doctor is in and he'll see you now he don't care who you are
Some get the awful, awful diseases some get the knife, some get the gun
Some get to die in their sleep at the age of a hundred and one
Life'll kill ya that's what I said
Life'll kill ya then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya wherever you go
Requiescat in pace that's all she wrote
Maybe you'll go to heaven see Uncle Al and Uncle Lou
Maybe you'll be reincarnated maybe that stuff's true
If you were good maybe you'll come back as someone nice
And if you were bad maybe you'll have to pay the price
Life'll kill ya that's what I said
Life'll kill ya then you'll be dead
Life'll find ya wherever you go
Requiescat in pace that's all she wrote
Rub Me Raw
I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
Went and told my psychic I said "Keep it to yourself.
I don't wanna hear it and don't be telling no one else."
Word's out on the street whispers in the night
They come out of the woodwork, wanna see what it's like
Pickle gonna run that voodoo down
How the crowd gets fickle when your face is to the ground!
These blues are gonna rub me raw
These blues are gonna rub me raw
Now I'm shaking all over I'm a shattering mass
But I'm gonna sit up straight I'm going to take it with class
Old man used to tell me "Son, never look back,
Move on to the next case. fold your clothes and pack."
To the green horned chicken hoppers I say "Get yourself a trade,
Or go hack to the chat room and fade in the shade"
These blues are gonna rub me raw
These blues are gonna rub me raw
I know these blues are gonna rub me raw
Every single cure seems to be against the law
I was walking pretty well then I fell into a hole
I should climb out quick, but I hate doing what I'm told
Got a wang-dang-doodle wrapped in bog snake hide
This goat head gumbo is keeping me alive
I don't want your pity or your fifty-dollar words
I don't share your need to discuss the absurd
These blues are gonna rub me raw
These blues are gonna rub me raw
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