ALL SHOOK UP (ROD STEWART)
Bless my soul, whatīs wrong with me?
Iīm itchinī like a man thatīs on a fuzzy tree.
My friends say Iīm acting as wild as a bug,
Iīm in love...Iīm all shook up. Ah, ah, ah...most of the time.
Well, my knees are shakinī and my hands are gettinī weak,
canīt seem to stand on my own two feet.
Who do you blame when you, oh, when you found such luck?...
...any old way. Yeah, please, donīt ask me whatīs up on my mind!
Iīm a little mixed up but Iīm feelinī fine. But thatīs alright.
Oh, when I meet a girl that Iīve loved best,
my heart beats so and it scares me to death...
...She touched my lips, what a thrill I got!
My heart beats like a volcano when itīs red hot.
Iīm proud to say that sheīs my, oh, what a buttercup!...
...any old time. Ah, yeah!...listen, thatīs OK, too.
Iīm in the mood for love, woman...and my elbows quakinī...
...Come on, babe! Bless my soul, whatīs wrong with me?...
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SPANISH BOOTS (ROD STEWART)
I used to work and take a salary in a hole up near a foundry,
but it did not take me too long to get my boots on a "So Long!"
Long Spanish boots...I took a day job in Bethlehem,
I nearly threw in the towel then...High Spanish boots...Dig it.
I took a Spanish haberdashery, restored with 15th century tapestry.
But, oh! Mr. Nesbitt got the best of me,
so I strapped on my boots and said...Laced up my high boots...
...Goodbye...am on a job you see,
īcause my old boots, they mean too much to me.
Leather boots are just a mystery, put on my boots...
...those old Spanish boots...
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JAILHOUSE ROCK (ROD STEWART)
The warden threw a party in the county jail,
the prison band was there, and they began to wail,
the band began to-jumping, they began to swing.
You should have heard the knock down jailbird sing.
Letīs rock, everybody...!
Oh, everybody in the whole cell block
was dancing to the jailhouse rock.
Number forty-seven said to number three:
"Youīre the cutest jailbird I ever did see,
I sure would be delighted with your company,
so come and do the jailhouse rock with me"...yeah!
Spider Murphy played on the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowinī on a slide trombone,
drummer boy from Illinois was crash-a-bam boominī,
the whole rhythm section was the purple gang...Listen!...Cīmon...
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PLYNTH -WATER DOWN THE DRAIN- (ROD STEWART)
Iīve woken up on mornings such as this
and thought exactly the same as Iīm thinking now.
Every night for a year Iīve slept alone,
my cold damp room looks worse than me.
I got a fear of death that creeps on every night,
I know I wonīt die soon but then again I might,
just like water down the drain, Iīm wasting away.
And oh, doctors canīt help. "A ghost of a man", thatīs me.
Iīm going far...And oh...flows to the sea.
The pattern of my life keeps a-hauntinī me,
like moisture from the ocean fills the sky,
comes on down to the ground as time goes by...
...Please donīt weep for me when Iīm gone...
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HANGMANīS KNEE (ROD STEWART)
Hangman...slack your noose, slack it...for a while.
There ainīt no use in your hurrying me,
ainīt nothing gonna change things now.
Now, I ainīt trying to prove your judge is wrong
and your jury, oh...I guess Iīll know the way out.
And if you kill me with my canvas shirt, Good God,
you could put my lawyer in jail.
Listen, itīs just this twenty-two minutes to prepare yourself.
I havenīt been in this position before, wash your hands,
get your...? Find the waistcoat, lock the door. And oh!...
...Come on, listen to this one...please...
...Oh just slack it a while, give me one more chance...
...nothingīs gonna stop me now...Donīt you worry,
īcause you never...Well, might get your waistcoat on
Ha-ha, Heh-heh...
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