di Scantlin

PUDDLE OF MUD

Since it means so much to you

Hollywood hills, pocket full of shells
Sunset draggin’, I haven’t even slept for days on end
Something’s gotta give
Might as well live it up until the fat lady sings

You want it, you got it
It’s everything you dreamed

‘Cause I just wanna be famous, be so fuckin’ jaded
‘Cause all the Playboy bunnies take my money from me
Show up at the Oscars, smoke out Dennis Hopper
The money is for nothin’ and the chicks are for free
Yeah, I wanna be f-f-famous…

di Freedman, Myers

BILL HALEY & HIS COMETS

One, two, three o’clock, four o’clock, rock
Five, six, seven o’clock, eight o’clock, rock
Nine, ten, eleven o’clock, twelve o’clock, rock
We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight

Put your glad rags on and join me, hon’
We’ll have some fun when the clock strikes one
We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight
We’re gonna rock, rock, rock, ‘til broad daylight
We’re gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight

When the clock strikes two, three and four
If the band slows down we’ll yell for more
We’re gonna rock around the clock tonight
We’re gonna rock, rock, rock, ‘til broad daylight
We’re gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight…