1. |
Don't Be That Guy
03:36
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Armani suits and white lines
Drinks at Harry’s for a good time
Chest bumps and high fives
And the trophy wives, with no tan lines
Don’t be that guy
That guy who don't apologise
Don’t be that guy
That guy with the quaaludes and red wine
Don’t be that guy
With the hideous tie and the hair dye
And the hollywood smile, who's stuck in 1989
Don’t be that guy
That guy who's a mother's mistake
Don’t be that guy
That guy who never gives but man he takes
Don’t be that guy
With the hideous tie and the hair dye
And the hollywood smile, who's stuck in 1989
Don’t be that guy
Who’s trying to be
Like the cool kids on MTV
That yacht didn’t come for free
Take a Look in the mirror
Come on let’s party
Armani suits and white lines
Drinks at Harry’s for a good time
Chest bumps and high fives
And the trophy wives, with no tan lines
Don’t be that guy
That guy who hunts in a wolf pack
Don’t be that guy
That guy with a monkey on his back
Don’t be that guy
With the hideous tie and the hair dye
And the hollywood smile, who's stuck in 1989
Don’t be that guy
Who’s trying to be
Like the cool kids on MTV
That yacht didn’t come for free
Take a Look in the mirror
Come on let’s party
Armani suits and white lines
Drinks at Harry’s for a good time
Chest bumps and high fives
And the trophy wives, with no tan lines
And the bit on the side
With no tan lines
They’re all looking fine
With no tan lines
In long beach baby the sun shines
Armani suits and white lines
Drinks at Harry’s for a good time
Chest bumps and high fives
And the trophy wives, with no tan lines
Armani suits and white lines
Drinks at Harry’s for a good time
Chest bumps and high fives
And the trophy wives, with no tan lines
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2. |
Not Yet Just One More
03:02
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Catch ups about town
Line them up and wind down
You got drink up to fall down
You gotta self destruct
With your pals even though we’re getting older now
You gotta drown in your sorrows
We go in rounds
Fully loaded acting like clowns
You better speed up
Before you slow down
And when the shutters hit the ground
Get ready for the come down
Not yet just one more
No regrets
Hit the dance floor
Playing Russian roulette
Til your head’s sore
You’ve no self respect
Shouting one world cup and two world wars
You don’t think of tomorrow
When you’re hardcore
Gotta be a little drinks whore
You better speed up
Before you slow down
And when the shutters hit the ground
Get ready for the come down
When you wake up and your head is spinning round and round
You don’t recall the night before you met up with your pals
You don’t remember getting home
You can’t find your phone
All your loose change has gone
And you slept in your clothes
Around quarter to 3 in the afternoon
When spinning stops you reconnect the dots it's nothing new
You start to think
Perhaps another drink
Will sort me out
Catch ups about town
Line them up and wind down
You got drink up to fall down
You gotta self destruct
With your pals even though we’re getting older now
You gotta drown in your sorrows
We go in rounds
Fully loaded acting like clowns
You better speed up
Before you slow down
And when the shutters hit the ground
Get ready for the come down
Not yet just one more
No regrets
Hit the dance floor
Playing Russian roulette
Til your head’s sore
You’ve no self respect
Shouting one world cup and two world wars
You don’t think of tomorrow
When you’re hardcore
Gotta be a little drinks whore
You better speed up
Before you slow down
And when the shutters hit the ground
Get ready for the come down
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3. |
The Dream Team
03:23
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I hear your footsteps coming but someone else walks past
I hear you laughing but your sense of humour has more class
They say it’s time to move on
Gotta let go
But it takes a while
'Cause time runs real slow
They use to call us the dream team
We got together at 18
The dream team
I haven't seen you lately
And its
Driving
Me crazy
This kind of love requires a time machine
You used to be my beauty queen
And when I see you I’m the stranger standing in the street
You walk right past that stranger tears running down his cheek
They say it’s time to move on
Gotta let go
But it takes a while
'Cause time runs real slow
They use to call us the dream team
We got together at 18
The dream team
I haven't seen you lately
And its
Driving
Me crazy
This kind of love requires a time machine
You used to be my beauty queen
They use to call us the dream team
They use to call us the dream team
They use to call us the dream team
They use to call us the dream team
They use to call us the dream team
We got together at 18
The dream team
I haven't seen you lately
And its
Driving
Me crazy
This kind of love requires a time machine
You used to be my beauty queen
They use to call us the dream team
We got together at 18
The dream team
I haven't seen you lately
And its
Driving
Me crazy
This kind of love requires a time machine
You used to be my beauty queen
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4. |
Skimming Stones
03:32
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Do you remember when
We‘d sit cross legged playing Scrabble
Watching cartoons
With the curtains closed
On a Sunday afternoon
In your front room
Had nothing better to do
Where did it all go wrong
Nothing but lost souls
Trying to find our way home
With the bowling leagues of America gone
The book clubs won’t be round for long
Those summers spent skimming stones
Lost like rain drops where the river flowed
Do you remember when
We'd talk TV shows and movies
Drinking your dad’s beer
'Till the sun crept in
Was Brian Warner in the Wonder Years?
Nobody knew
Had nothing better to do
Where did it all go wrong
Nothing but lost souls
Trying to find our way home
With the bowling leagues of America gone
The book clubs won’t be round for long
Those summers spent skimming stones
Lost like rain drops where the river flowed
Those shared experiences discarded like yesteryear toys
No place left for the good old boys
And Taco Bell will be the only place to go
Before too long
Where did it all go wrong
Nothing but lost souls
Trying to find our way home
With the bowling leagues of America gone
The book clubs won’t be round for long
Nothing but lost souls
Trying to find our way home
With the bowling leagues of America gone
The book clubs won’t be round for long
Nothing but lost souls
Trying to find our way home
With the bowling leagues of America gone
The book clubs won’t be round for long
Nothing but lost souls
Trying to find our way home
With the bowling leagues of America gone
The book clubs won’t be round for long
Those summers spent skimming stones
Lost like rain drops where the river flowed
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5. |
Heartbeats
03:21
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I'd walk you home from school before we knew
What holding hands could lead to
It took a few years
And worn out shoes
Your father disapproved
Things changed, Superman became Calvin Kleins
And Lois Lane got smile lines
As the years went by so did the good times
Roll credits, crank up the hi-fi
Heartbeats
Like the wind in the trees
Blowing away at the Autumn leaves
This is the last chance for tired feet
So don’t stop moving please
Next time our eyes meet
We're dancing in our sleep
We’d talk for hours until it got late
Making the perfect mix tape
I knew from the start
Kissing in the dark
I could see the sparks
Things changed, Superman became Calvin Kleins
And Lois Lane got smile lines
As the years went by so did the good times
Roll credits, crank up the hi-fi
Heartbeats
Like the wind in the trees
Blowing away at the Autumn leaves
This is the last chance for tired feet
So don’t stop moving please
Next time our eyes meet
We're dancing in our sleep
We'll count the stars up in the sky
And we’ll lose count
For the last time
These weary eyes
Have to say goodbye
Heartbeats
Like the wind in the trees
Blowing away at the autumn leaves
This is the last chance for tired feet
So don’t stop moving please
Heartbeats
Like the wind in the trees
Blowing away at the autumn leaves
This is the last chance for tired feet
So don’t stop moving please
Heartbeats
Like the wind in the trees
Blowing away at the autumn leaves
This is the last chance for tired feet
So don’t stop moving please
Next time our eyes meet
We're dancing in our sleep
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6. |
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We only met yesterday
I though the butterflies were gonna fly me away
Your presence packed a punch
I’ve been winded ever since
She’s a real contender she brought me out in a cold sweat
She’s my Mary Jane, her face I’ll never forget
I’m back today same time same place
I’ll be waiting here for as long as it takes
I’m back today same time same place
I’ll be waiting here for as long as it takes
I think I probably really like you
Do you think you probably really like me too?
It would make my day to hear you say
How you like that I combed my hair that way
Or you like my shoes, my laugh, my style, my tattoos
Because I like those things on you
I’ve fallen under your spell
I can’t sleep I can’t eat I don't function too well.
I should have asked you out
The words just wouldn’t leave my mouth
She’s a real contender she brought me out in a cold sweat
She’s my Mary Jane, her face I’ll never forget
I’m back today same time same place
I’ll be waiting here for as long as it takes
I'm back today same time same place
I’ll be waiting here for as long as it takes
I think I probably really like you
Do you think you probably really like me too?
It would make my day to hear you say
How you like that I combed my hair that way
Or you like my shoes, my laugh, my style, my tattoos
Because I like those things on you
I week since you walked off with my heart
A week since you left me in the dark
I should have jumped on the same bus you did
Even though it went nowhere near where I lived
Instead of standing alone in the rain
Never knowing when I’d get to see you again
I think I probably really like you
Do you think you probably really like me too?
It would make my day to hear you say
How you like that I combed my hair that way
Or you like my shoes, my laugh, my style, my tattoos
Because I like those things on you
I think I probably really like you
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7. |
Meeting Your Mama
03:01
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I got rings on my fingers and stunted stammer
My friends don’t like me, i’m a flimflammer
Now take me home and show me your mama
Just hold my hand on the way to the piano
Take it easy on yourself
Because it ain't good for your health
You know I can’t love anyone else, but I’m meeting your mamma
A hazardous grin from the tequila slammers
And a tattoo of Elvis in his rhinestone glamour
Now take me home and show me your mama
Just hold my hand on the way to the piano
Take it easy on yourself
Because it ain't good for your health
You know I can’t love anyone else, but I’m meeting your mamma
Mamma’s keeping me for herself
La la la la la la la
She don’t want to share me with no-one else
La la la la la la la
I got and outstanding warrant down in Alabama
For driving half cut thanks to too much Havanna
Now take me home and show me your mama
Just hold my hand on the way to the piano
Take it easy on yourself
Because it ain't good for your health
You know I can’t love anyone else, but I’m meeting your mamma
Mamma’s keeping me for herself
La la la la la la la
She don’t want to share me with no-one else
La la la la la la la
Your mamma’s crazy
I don’t mean maybe
I can’t believe that your her little baby, whoah
Mamma’s keeping me for herself
La la la la la la la
She don’t want to share me with no-one else
La la la la la la la
Mamma’s keeping me for herself
La la la la la la la
She don’t want to share me with no-one else
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la
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8. |
Cheap Suit
03:54
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I don’t have much, in fact I have nothin'
Just this cheap suit and it needs washin'
And my hair needs washing too
Since I lost you
If I could get cleaned up I’d come see you
Bring you flowers like I used to do
But this cheap suit’s seen better days
Since I lost you
Some day I hope to get a new pair of shoes
And shine them up for you
I’ll save up everything and spend it on dinner for two
So long as the person sitting opposite’s you
But this cheap suit’s been nothing but bad luck
Since I first tried it on I've been stuck in a rut
And life sucks
Like a kick in the nuts
I got holes in my shoes
It ain't nothing but the dirty suit blues
There's this charity shop I found has one
A three piece, pin stripe it be smoking like napalm
In navy blue, I'm gonna buy it gonna wear it
Just for you
Some day I hope to get a new pair of shoes
And shine them up for you
I’ll save up everything and spend it on dinner for two
So long as the person sitting opposite’s you
But this cheap suit’s been nothing but bad luck
Since I first tried it on I've been stuck in a rut
And life sucks
Like a kick in the nuts
I got holes in my shoes
It ain't nothing but the dirty suit blues
But this cheap suit’s been nothing but bad luck
Since I first tried it on I've been stuck in a rut
And life sucks
Like a kick in the nuts
I got holes in my shoes
It ain't nothing but the dirty suit blues
Since I lost you
I got holes in my shoes
It ain't nothing but the dirty suit blues
Since I lost you
I got holes in my shoes
It ain't nothing but the dirty suit blues
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9. |
What's Your Name?
03:30
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She’s got the moves but she don’t have a clue
She thinks she's got me wrapped around her finger too
She's so special, ain't that the truth
Don’t fight it brother, but please join the queue
Lipstick and high heeled Gucci shoes
I’m losing my mind like Howard Hughes
You got the finance, she'll be your muse
And I'm looking to invest in something new
She's just white trash
Trying to get a free pass
It's the kind of love that don't last
And my vision’s getting blurred
From looking through the bottom of a shot glass
The tables have turned
What’s your name?
When the devil comes a knocking you can feel the flames
What’s your name?
I'm the cold blue steel dancing up and down your veins
What’s your name?
You’ve been a bad girl baby gotta learn the hard way
What’s your name?
I’m so happy you came
The Fake fur’s as real as her
Her lips are moving but I don't hear the words
For the faithful, she is the church
Tonight they worship from the gospel of her
Those fools they get what they deserve
A lawsuit, in a cruel world
The mass has ended what have we learnt
It you play with fire then your fingers get burnt
She's just white trash
Trying to get a free pass
It's the kind of love that don't last
And my vision’s getting blurred
From looking through the bottom of a shot glass
The tables have turned
What’s your name?
When the devil comes a knocking you can feel the flames
What’s your name?
I'm the cold blue steel dancing up and down your veins
What’s your name?
You’ve been a bad girl baby gotta learn the hard way
What’s your name?
I’m so happy you came
What’s your name?
When the devil comes a knocking you can feel the flames
What’s your name?
I'm the cold blue steel dancing up and down your veins
What’s your name?
You’ve been a bad girl baby gotta learn the hard way
What’s your name?
I’m so happy you came
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10. |
Angel With A Dirty Face
03:11
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Being bad but looking so good
Bad decisions, misunderstood
Too many parties it’s cold outside when it snows
She knows how it goes
Hotels, hourly rates
Cheap perfume, another lousy date
And It’s getting late
She’s an angel with a dirty face
Night after night in paradise
Love comes at a price for the parasites
But they don’t think twice about her vacant eyes
Night after night, getting tired
Getting wired just to get by
To live and die, in Washington Heights
She’s getting older
Dead end is fast approaching
The party’s over she missed the last train
But the rail tracks remain
Hotels, hourly rates
Cheap perfume, another lousy date
And It’s getting late
She’s an angel with a dirty face
Night after night in paradise
Love comes at a price for the parasites
But they don’t think twice about her vacant eyes
Night after night, getting tired
Getting wired just to get by
To live and die, in Washington Heights
Friends long departed
Can’t stop what’s started
She slipped through the cracks
And never looked back
Strangers in cars
Smoking cigars
Night after night in paradise
Love comes at a price for the parasites
But they don’t think twice about her vacant eyes
Night after night, getting tired
Getting wired just to get by
To live and die, in Washington Heights
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11. |
Hold On To Your Love
04:02
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You know I don’t eat cake
Don’t need to dwell on every mistake that I make
Don’t need to take a break
Don’t need to be told that I’m late
Don’t need to be told what to hate
I just need you to tell me that I’m great and wonderful
And I’ll tell you that you’re great too
Better than Captain Kangaroo
And i’ll love you ‘til the end of time
As pretty as peggy sue, as funny as Scooby Doo
I’m gonna hold on to your love
You know I don’t need rules
Don’t need to show off to the other kids at school
Don’t need to act the fool
Don’t need to be told life is cruel
Don’t need to visit Hartlepool
I just need you to tell me that I’m cool and wonderful
And I’ll tell you that you’re great too
Better than Captain Kangaroo
And i’ll love you ‘til the end of time
As pretty as peggy sue, as funny as Scooby Doo
I’m gonna hold on to your love
Until my knuckles go white
I'm gonna squeeze tight
Until my knuckles go white
It has to feel right or I’ll let you go
You and me now tell me why can’t you see
I'm gonna hold on to your love
And I’ll tell you that you’re great too
Better than Captain Kangaroo
And i’ll love you ‘til the end of time
As pretty as peggy sue, as funny as Scooby Doo
I’m gonna hold on to your love
I’m gonna hold on to your love
I’m gonna hold on to your love
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