| The J Geils Band
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First I Look at the Purse
some fellas look at the eyes
some fellas look at the nose
some fellas look at the size
some fellas look at the clothes
i don't care if her eyes are red
i don't care if her nose is long
i don't care if she's underfed
i don't care if her clothes are worn
first i look at the purse
some fellas like the smiles they wear
some fellas like the legs that's all
some fellas like the style of their hair
and want their waist to be small
i don't care if their legs are thin
i don't care if their teeth are big
i don't care if their hair's a wig
why waste time lookin' at the waistline?
first i look at the purse
a woman can be as fine as can be, with kisses sweet as honey
but that don't mean a thing to me, if she ain't got no money
if the purse is fat, that's where it's at
some fellas like the way they walk, the way they swing and sway
some fellas like the way they talk, and dig the things they say
i don't care if she wobbles like a duck or talks with a lisp
i still think i'm in good love if the dollar bills are crisp
first i look at the purse
i don't care if you got yourself a ranch, all i want is your pretty green cash
i want me a suit, i want me a car, i want me to look like a hollywood star
money, i want money - i need money
first i look at the purse
Whammer Jammer
Hard Drivin Man
baby, i'm gonna leave ya
honey, don ask me why
27 more minutes before i say bye-bye
hard drivin man...
drivin just as hard as i can
got me a train down in texas
took it up to montreal
i got me a gal n ol 15-1
n i hope my rig don stall
Houseparty
they're dancin on the ceilin, they're dancin on the floor
people everywhere comin' through the door
they know there's a party goin' on
do the dancin' romance all night long
i know it's cold outside - c'mon baby, i'll keep you satisfied
all you gotta do is move - every time you feel that groove
ain't nothing' but a party...
ain't nothing' but a houseparty
c'mon baby, dig that crazy soul
i know you're gonna lose control
you can do boogaloo
anything that you want to
i said move it, groove it
baby, don't you lose it
i said roll it, stroll it
baby, don't control it
Southside Shuffle
Detroit Breakdown
Musta Got Lost
(Spoken)
Hold on this song has a little introduction to it
It's ain't supposed to be sad though you might feel it that way
It's a song about desperation,
Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-O-V-E,
and if you abuse it you're gonn' lose it
and if you lose it you're gonn' 'buse and
if you 'buse it you aint gonn' be able to choose it
cuz you aint gonn' have it further on down the line
things aint gonn' be so fine
you're gonn' to be sitting there on your little machine
tryin to look and keep it clean and
You're gonna be home playing bingo all night all alone
and that's why your sittin there by the telephone
and you know that she aint goin to call you
So you put on the TV and you're watchin Johnny Carson
segwayin right into the Tomorrow show
but that don't got the go
so you turn it off ya turn on the radio,
the radio don't seem to get the click so you say
"Hey Man, I can't lickety split"
You start to open up a little book
and there's somethin there you got to overlook
and you say "BABY, you know there's somethin on my mind!
"You say "Baby there's somethin on my mind -
I know that you're home and I know you aint all alone! "
So you start walking over to her house
and you get over to her house
and you walk over to her door and
you start poundin on her door and you say
"Open up the door bitch!?
This is wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!"
Well, she opens up the door
and then you just kinda walk up to her and say
"Baby", (say Baby!) you look up way up at her green mascara
and you say "Oh my darling,
you know her and me was at the party as friends - do not believe what they say
that's only gossip that they tellin ya - a wise crack of lies!"
You say Darling!!!
Take your big curls and squeeze them down Ratumba -
What's the name of the chick with the long hair?
(Rapunzel!) Hey Rapunzel!
Heh heh... Hey Reputa the beautah! Reputa the Beautah!
Hey Reputa the Beautah flip me down your hair
and lemme climb up to the ladder of your love!!
Because this is the wooba gooba sayin to ya
"Love comes once and when it comes you better grab it fast
cuz sometimes the love you grab aint gonn' last and I believe I musta,
You know I think I musta,
You know baby I think I musta,
You know I think I musta,
I musta got lost!!!!!!!
1 2 3
Never thought about tomorrow
Seemed like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda loved, you told me
I refused to love, I let it die
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, musta got lost
Give away the day you were mine
Don't know why I let you leave me
Honey I don?t know
See its hard to see lovin' comin baby
But I have a way to see it go
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost
Give away the day you were mine
Love can be a sweet thing
girl I just don't understand
made a game outta lovin' you
now I hold a losin' hand
Musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
I just don't understand it
I just don't understand it
I just don't understand it
And I musta got lost, musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line, hey
Musta got lost, baby, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
Musta got lost, I got lost, musta got lost
somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
C'mon
Oh, I got lost, double-crossed
Your lovin, give it to me all night long
I said your love got me higher, than I ever been lifted before...
Somewhere...
Where Did Our Love Go
baby, baby - baby, don't leave me
oh, don't leave me all by myself
i've got this burning, yearning feelin inside me
oh, deep inside me - and it hurts so bad
you came into my heart with a burning love
kept on hurtin me so bad
baby, baby - where did our love go ?
you don't want me - want me no more
Sanctuary
times are tough - frustration
need relief - medication
gone to far - intoxication
fight the urge - of temptation
miles ago - no destination
is a real - hallucination
lose the dream - of stagnation
feel so lost - despiration
sanctuary...
it's much too close - contamination
love and pain - n deviation
just suck it all - ejaculation
it's much to late - for damnation
sanctuary...
when i was young, my mother told me
she said "son, someday everything's gonna be alright"
there's no excape - there's no salvation
it's much to dark for revelation
sanctuary...
Just Can't Wait
your daddy's tellin you i just ain't no good
everything i try to do is just misunderstood
but i don't care if your daddy sez it's wrong
i just can't stand to be away from you too long
i just can't wait...
the clock upon my wall must be runnin slow
tonight, when yer here next to me, i'll never let you go
i wish that they would hurry up n set us free
because tonight, with you, is where i wanna be
i just can't wait...
ooh, girl - holdin you so tight
ooh, girl - i can't wait until tonight
No Anchovies, Please
this is the story of a young couple in portland, maine.
while waiting for her husband don to return home from work,
she reaches for a can of anchovies
as she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuce,
she notices a small note at the bottom of the can.
written on it is a telephone number.
curious, she dials, and is told, "don't move, lady, we'll be right over."
placing the phone back on the hook,
she turns to see three smartly dressed men standing in her kitchen doorway.
before she realizes what is happening to her,
she is rolled tightly in long sheets of cellophane,
transported to an international airport, and placed on a waiting jet-liner.
all this being too much for her to comprehend, she passes out.
upon awakening, she finds herself in a strange, foreign speaking nation
("dalas nekcihc dna tihs nekcihc neewteb ecnereffid eht wonk ot suineg a ekat t'nseod ti.").
alone, fearing her escape impossible, she seeks comfort in the arms of a confidential agent.
with the trace of her kiss still warm upon his lips,
he betrays her to the hands of three scientists
who are engaged in diabolical, avant-garde experiments
previously performed only on insects and other small, meaningless creatures.
using her as their subject, they are delighted with the results.
for the first time, a human being is transformed into a ("shhh... it's secret").
meanwhile, back in portland, maine...
her husband don, now chain-smoking 40 packs of cigarettes a day,
sits at a local bar and has a few beers with the regulars.
bored, everyone's attention turns to the television set that just hangs from the wall.
("welcome to bowling for dollars").
suddenly, crazy al says, "s-say, don,
there sure is something familiar about that bowling ball."
to which a terrified don replies, "oh my god! that bowling ball! it's my wife!"
and the lesson we learn from this story is,
next time you place your order,
don't forget to say, "no anchovies please."
Love Stinks
you love her - but she loves him
and he loves somebody else - you just can't win
and so it goes til the day you die
this thing they call love, it's gonna make you cry
i've had the blues, the reds and the pinks
one thing for sure, love stinks
two by two and side by side
love's gonna find you, yes it is - you just can't hide
you'll hear it call, your heart will fall
then love will fly - it's gone, that's all
i don't care for any casanova thing
all i can say is, love stinks
i've been through diamonds
i've been through minks
i've been through it all
love stinks
