Founds total 12 songs
Ten Dollar Man
(Gibbons, Hill, Beard) 3: 42. . Mister Ten Dollar Man with that gold in your hand,. Comin' 'round here after sunlight. With your peaches and your Pream.
Pincushion
I been stuck, so I asked her why. She gave me acupuncture as her alibi. Shook my soul, and stole my dough. Left my condition down a deep dark hole. I'm a pincushion, gotta face the facts.
Manic Mechanic
You want to race?. If you insist.. At that price, I can't resist.. That's right, that's right, that's right.. . Tonight it ain't right,. I got to have me a week..
Hi Fi Mama
I want your hi fi mama, won't you let me play it tonight?. I want your hi fi mama, won't you let me play it tonight?. I put the needle in the groove, baby while you douse the lights.
Fuzzbox Voodoo
I went down with the fuzzbox. Grinding a pound or two. Say I'm down, with a fuzzbox. Pounding and a workin' it through. And because you've got fuzz. Go on and do what you wanna do.
Esther Be The One
Esther be the one that shoots a machine gun. Whether you like it or not.. Midnight or daylight, stay out of her sight. 'Cuz I heard she's one heck of a shot..
Dirty Dog
Hey baby, watcha gonna do?. now that I've left you and I said we're through. All along you been runnin' round. but you ain't the only game in town. . I dug your brush and your ass was fine.
Burger Man
My charcoal's getting red hot. Put your order in my hand. Won't you let me show you what I got. Sizzlin' in the pan?. . Anyway you want it baby. I am your burger man.
Blue Jean Blues
I done ran into my baby. And finally found my old blue jean. I done ran into my baby. And finally found my old blue jean. Well, I could tell that they was mine.
Balinese
Deep in the South of Texas. not so long ago,. there on a crowded island. in the Gulf of Mexico. . it didn't take too much money,. man, but it sure was nice..
Antenna Head
Old 61's my number on the highway. I'm turning up the V's on the airways. I'm tuned into some bad-ass transactions. It's the only way to get my satisfaction.
Pincushion
Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio. I'm waiting with a frozen pulse. Crawl into an empty womb, don't raise these dead. They've found their God in soil.
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