Speak Only in Random Song Lyrics

[Spice]

I went around to your house,
Found you laid up in the bed,
By early afternoon you were so sloppy drunk,
You couldn't even raise up your head.

So get on with your life baby and
Please let me get on with mine.
These days and your ways are so painful,
You're just wasting all our precious time

Mark 00:25:

Wake up, little Susie, wake up
Wake up, little Susie, wake up
We've both been sound asleep, wake up, little Susie, and weep
The movie's over, it's four o'clock, and we're in trouble deep
Wake up little Susie
Wake up little Susie
Well, what are we gonna tell your mama?
What are we gonna tell your pa?
What are we gonna tell our friends
When they say, "Ooh la la!"

 

[Wirey]

I'm Henry the Eight, I am!
Henry the Eighth, I am, I am!

 

[Wirey]

Wake up, little Susie, wake up
Wake up, little Susie, wake up
We've both been sound asleep, wake up, little Susie, and weep
The movie's over, it's four o'clock, and we're in trouble deep
Wake up little Susie
Wake up little Susie
Well, what are we gonna tell your mama?
What are we gonna tell your pa?
What are we gonna tell our friends
When they say, "Ooh la la!"

First song I learned to play on the guitar!

 

[Spice]

How can we dance
When our earth is turning?
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning?

To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time to buid up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

 

[Spice]

I'm Henry the Eight, I am!
Henry the Eighth, I am, I am!

Ooh I need your love babe,
Guess you know it's true.
Hope you need my love babe,
Just like I need you.
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
Ain't got nothin' but love babe,
Eight days a week.
Love you ev'ry day girl,
Always on my mind.
One thing I can say girl,
Love you all the time.
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
Ain't got nothin' but love babe,
Eight days a week.

 

[Sgt. Pepper]

I went around to your house,
Found you laid up in the bed,
By early afternoon you were so sloppy drunk,
You couldn't even raise up your head.

So get on with your life baby and
Please let me get on with mine.
These days and your ways are so painful,
You're just wasting all our precious time

Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who finds the money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was Heaven sent?
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they run

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest?

See how they run

Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night your stockings needed mending
See how they run

Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet

 

[John53]

To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything turn, turn, turn
There is a season turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under Heaven
A time to buid up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, yeah, but I had to kill her
I had to put her six feet under
And I can still hear her complain

I used to love her, ooh, yeah, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, ooh, yeah, but I had to kill her
I knew I'd miss her, so I had to keep her
She's buried right in my backyard, whoa, yeah
Ooh, yeah

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, oh, yeah, but I had to kill her
She *****ed so much, she drove me nuts
And now I'm happier this way, yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah

 

[John53]

Ooh I need your love babe,
Guess you know it's true.
Hope you need my love babe,
Just like I need you.
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
Ain't got nothin' but love babe,
Eight days a week.
Love you ev'ry day girl,
Always on my mind.
One thing I can say girl,
Love you all the time.
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me.
Ain't got nothin' but love babe,
Eight days a week.

I want you (I want you)
I need you (I need you)
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad (don't be sad, 'cause)
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad ('cause)
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

 

[It Aint Necessarily So]

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, yeah, but I had to kill her
I had to put her six feet under

Hey Joe, I heard you shot your mama down
You shot her down now
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down
You shot her down in the ground

Yeah
Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town
Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town
And I gave her the gun
I shot her

Mark 00:54

 

[John53]

Hey Joe, I heard you shot your mama down
You shot her down now
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down
You shot her down in the ground

Yeah
Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town
Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town
And I gave her the gun
I shot her

Mark 00:54

Hey man, you know
I'm really okay
The gun in my hand
Will tell you the same
But when I'm in my car
Don't give me no crap
'Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap it all

When I go driving, I stay in my lane
But getting cut off, it makes me insane
Open the glove box
Reach inside
Gonna wreck this ****er's ride

'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)
I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)
And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, oh

 

[Spice]

I want you (I want you)
I need you (I need you)
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad (don't be sad, 'cause)
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad ('cause)
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality
Back to the here and now, yeah
Show me how, decide what you want from me
Tell me, maybe I could be there for you
How ever do you want me
How ever do you need me, how
How ever do you want me
How ever do you need me

 

[Spice]

Hey Joe, I heard you shot your mama down
You shot her down now
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down
You shot her down in the ground

Yeah
Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin' 'round, messin' 'round town
Yes, I did, I shot her
You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town
And I gave her the gun
I shot her

Mark 00:54

Frankie went looking for Johnny.
Frankie drew back her kimono,
She hung out a sign on the door:
Pulled out her big forty-four.

"No more fish for sale now,
Rooty-toot-toot, three times she shoot,
Go find you another whore."
Left him lyin' on that whorehouse floor.
He was her man.
She shot her man
But he done her wrong.
'Cause he done her wrong.

 

[Spice]

Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Who finds the money when you pay the rent
Did you think that money was Heaven sent?
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they run

Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest?

See how they run

Lady Madonna lying on the bed
Listen to the music playing in your head

Tuesday afternoon is never ending
Wednesday morning papers didn't come
Thursday night your stockings needed mending
See how they run

Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet

We go hard or we go home
We gon' do this all night long
We get freaky if you want
B!+ch I'm Madonna
B!+ch, B!+ch I'm Madonna
B!+ch, B!+ch I'm Madonna
We're jumping in the pool and swimming with our clothes on
I poured a beer into my shoe and got my freak on
The neighbor's pissed and says he's gonna call the Five-O
If they show up then we are gonna give a good show

 

[Spice]

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, yeah, but I had to kill her
I had to put her six feet under
And I can still hear her complain

I used to love her, ooh, yeah, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, ooh, yeah, but I had to kill her
I knew I'd miss her, so I had to keep her
She's buried right in my backyard, whoa, yeah
Ooh, yeah

I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, mm, oh, yeah, but I had to kill her
She *****ed so much, she drove me nuts
And now I'm happier this way, yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah

You were the first thing that I thought of
When I thought I drank you off my mind
When I get lost in the liquor
You're the only one I find
And if I did the things I oughta
You still would not be mine
So I'll keep a tight grip on the bottle
Gettin' loose and killin' time

This killin' time is killin' me
Drinkin' myself blind, thinkin' I won't see
That if I cross that line and they bury me
Well, I just might find I'll be killin' time for eternity

 

[Spice]

Hey man, you know
I'm really okay
The gun in my hand
Will tell you the same
But when I'm in my car
Don't give me no crap
'Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap it all

When I go driving, I stay in my lane
But getting cut off, it makes me insane
Open the glove box
Reach inside
Gonna wreck this ****er's ride

'Cause I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away (yeah, yeah)
I got a bad habit (yeah, yeah)
And it ain't goin' away (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, oh

Asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said, "Baby, can't you see?
I wanna be famous, a star of the screen
But you can do something in between"

"Baby, you can drive my car
Yes, I'm gonna be a star
Baby, you can drive my car
And maybe I'll love you"

 

[John53]

Asked a girl what she wanted to be
She said, "Baby, can't you see?
I wanna be famous, a star of the screen
But you can do something in between"

"Baby, you can drive my car
Yes, I'm gonna be a star
Baby, you can drive my car
And maybe I'll love you"

Mmm-mmm, jump in my car, I wanna ta-ake you home
C'mon jump in my car, it's too far to walk on your ow-own

 

[Spice]

Mmm-mmm, jump in my car, I wanna ta-ake you home
C'mon jump in my car, it's too far to walk on your ow-own

Ah, might as well jump (jump)
Might as well jump
Go ahead and jump (jump)
Go ahead and jump
Hello, hey you
Who said that?
Baby, how you been?
You say you don't know
You won't know until you begin

 

[John53]

You were the first thing that I thought of
When I thought I drank you off my mind
When I get lost in the liquor
You're the only one I find
And if I did the things I oughta
You still would not be mine
So I'll keep a tight grip on the bottle
Gettin' loose and killin' time

This killin' time is killin' me
Drinkin' myself blind, thinkin' I won't see
That if I cross that line and they bury me
Well, I just might find I'll be killin' time for eternity

Started out, just drinkin' beer
I didn't know how or why
Or what I was doin' there
Just a couple more
Made me feel a little better
Believe me when I tell you
It was nothin' to do with the letter

I ran right out of beer
I took a look into the larder
No bones, nothin'
I'd better go and get somethin' harder
Back in a flash
I started on a dash of Jamaica rum
Me and Pat Malone
Drinking on our ow-ow-ow-own

Woh-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin' bigger
Woh-yeah, the nips are gettin' bigger
Wo-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin' bigger
Yeah-eah-eah, mmm they're gettin' bigger

Sometimes I wonder
What all these chemicals
Are doin' to my brain
Doesn't worry me enough
To stop me from doin' it agai-ai-ain
Wipin' out brain cells
By the millions but I don't care
It doesn't worry me
Even though
I ain't got a lot to spare

Woh-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin' bigger
Woh-yeah-eah, the nips are gettin' bigger
Wo-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin' bigger
Yeah-eah-eah, they're gettin' bigger

 

[John53]

Ah, might as well jump (jump)
Might as well jump
Go ahead and jump (jump)
Go ahead and jump
Hello, hey you
Who said that?
Baby, how you been?
You say you don't know
You won't know until you begin

I get up, and nothin' gets me down
You got it tough
I've seen the toughest around
And I know, baby, just how you feel
You got to roll with the punches
And get to what's real

Ah, can't you see me standin' here?
I got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen
Ah, can't you see what I mean?

Ah, might as well jump (jump!)
Might as well jump
Go ahead and jump (jump!)
Go ahead and jump

 

[Spice]

Started out, just drinkin' beer
I didn't know how or why
Or what I was doin' there
Just a couple more
Made me feel a little better
Believe me when I tell you
It was nothin' to do with the letter

I ran right out of beer
I took a look into the larder
No bones, nothin'
I'd better go and get somethin' harder
Back in a flash
I started on a dash of Jamaica rum
Me and Pat Malone
Drinking on our ow-ow-ow-own

Woh-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin' bigger
Woh-yeah, the nips are gettin' bigger
Wo-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin' bigger
Yeah-eah-eah, mmm they're gettin' bigger

Sometimes I wonder
What all these chemicals
Are doin' to my brain
Doesn't worry me enough
To stop me from doin' it agai-ai-ain
Wipin' out brain cells
By the millions but I don't care
It doesn't worry me
Even though
I ain't got a lot to spare

Woh-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin' bigger
Woh-yeah-eah, the nips are gettin' bigger
Wo-hoh-oh, the nips are gettin' bigger
Yeah-eah-eah, they're gettin' bigger

This old man and me
We're at the bar and we
We're havin' us some beers and
Swappin' "I don't cares"
Talkin' politics
Blonde and redhead chicks
Old dogs and new tricks and
Habits we ain't kicked
We talked about God's grace
And all the Hell we raised
Then I heard the old man say
God is great, beer is good
And people are crazy