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Pins and Needles - 1. část

3. února 2008 v 22:01 | Drusilla |  Lyrics
Pins and Needles (1962) - track list, lyrics
01 - Sing Me a Song with Social Significance
02 - Doing the Reactionary
03 - One Big Union For Two
04 - It´s Better with a Union Man /instrumental/
05 - Nobody Makes a Pass at Me
06 - I´ve Got the Nerve to Be in Love /instrumental/
07 - Not Cricket to Picket
08 - Back to Work
09 - Status Quo
10 - When I Grow up (G Man)
11 - Chain Store Daisy /instrumental/
12 - Four Little Angels of Peace
13 - Sunday in the Park /instrumental/
14 - What Good is Love
15 - Mene, Mene, Tekel
Sing me a song with social significance

Im tired of moon-songs of star and of june songs,
They simply make me nap
And ditties romantic drive me nearly frantic
I think theyre all full of pap
Historys making, nations are quaking
Why sing of stars above
For while we are waiting father times creating
New things to be singing of
Sing me a song with social significance
All other tunes are taboo
I want a ditty with heat in it,
Appealing with feeling and meat in it!
Sing me a song with social significance
Or you can sing til youre blue
Let meaning shine from evry line
Or I wont love you
Sing me of wars and sing me of breadlines
Tell me of front page news
Sing me of strikes and last minute headlines
Dress your observation in syncopation!
Sing me a song with social significance
Theres nothing else that will do
It must get hot with what is what
Or I wont love you.
I want a song thats satirical
And putting the mere into miracle
It must be packed with social fact
Or I wont love you
Sing me of kings and confrences martial
Tell me of mills and mines
Sing me of courts that arent impartial
Whats to be done with em tell me in rhythm
Sing me a song with social significance
Theres nothing else that will do
It must be tense with common sense
Or I wont love you.
Doing the reactionary
Its darker than the dark bottom
It rumbles more than the rumba
If you think that the two-steps got em
Just take a look at this number
Its got that certain swing
That makes you wanna sing
Dont go left, but be polite
Move to the right
Doing the reactionary
Close your eyes to where youre bound
And youll be found
Doing the reactionary
All the best dictators do it
Millionaires keep steppin to it
The four hundred love to sing it
Ford and morgan swing it
Hands up high and shake your head
Youll soon see red
Doing the reactionary
Dont go left, but be polite
Move to the right
Doing the reactionary
Close your eyes to where youre bound
And youll be found
Doing the reactionary
All the best dictators do it
Millionaires keep steppin to it
The four hundred love to sing it
Ford and morgan swing it
Hands up high and shake your head
Youll soon see red
Doing the reac-
Doing the reac-
Tionary
So get in it, begin it
Its smart, oh, so very
To do the reactionary!
One Big Union For Two
He:
Ive decided the only way I can woo
Is to take a hint from the affl and the cio
She:
Now youre talking, perhaps I might listen to you
I dont say that Ill yes,
But dont say Ill say no
He:
Then its not too late to negotiate
She:
Oh, well, well see
Both:
Perhaps we can agree
He:
Im on a campaign to make you mine
Ill picket you until you sign
In one big union for two
No courts and junction can make me stop
Until your love is all closed shop
In one big union for two
Seven days a week I want the right
To call you mine both day and night
The hours may be long
But fifty million union members cant be wrong
She:
When we have joined up perhaps therell be
A new recruit or two or three
For thats what team work can do
Both:
In one big union for two
She:
We wont have sit-downs inside our gate
Well never need to arbitrate
In one big union for two
He:
We will have no lock-outs to make us frown
No stabbing when Im out of town
In one big union for two
She:
Will you pay your dues,
Theyre very light
A kiss each day
And a kiss each night
Our life will be a song
For..
Both:
Fifty million union members cant be wrong
He:
When we have signed up and made the grade
Well let a member-
She:
Union made
Both:
Who looks like me and like you
In one big union for two

Nobody Makes A Pass At Me
I want men that I can squeeze, that I can please, that I can tease
Two or three or four or more!
What are those fools waiting for?
I want love and I want kissing I want more of what I'm missing
Nobody comes knocking at my front door
What do they think my knocker's for?
If they don't come soon there won't be any more!
What can the matter be?
I wash my clothes with lux, my etiquette's the best
I spend my hard-earned bucks on just what the ads suggest
Oh dear what can the matter be
Nobody makes a pass at me!
I'm full of kellogg's bran, eat grapenuts on the sly
A date is on the can of coffee that I buy
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me!
Oh beatrice fair-fax, give me the bare facts
How do you make them fall?
If you don't save me, the things the lord gave me
Never will be any use to me at all
I sprinkle on a dash of "fragrance de amour,"
The ads say "makes men rash" but I guess their smell is pour
Oh dear what can the matter be
Nobody makes a pass at me
I use ovaltine and listerine, barbasol and musterole
Life buoy soap and flit, so why ain't I got it?
I use coca cola and marmola, crisco, lesco and mazola
Ex-lax and vapex, so why ain't I got sex?
I use albolene and maybellene, alka seltzer, bromo seltzer
Odorono and sensation
So why ain't I got fascination?
My girdles come from the best, times ads say they're chick
And up above I'm dressed in the brassier of the week
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me!
I use pond's on my skin, with rye-crisp I have thinned
I get my culture in I began "gone with the wind"
Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me!
Oh dor'thy dix, please, show me some tricks
Please, I want some men to hold
I want attention and things I can't mention
And I want them all before I get too old
I use mum ev'ry day and angelus liplure
But still men stay away just like iv'ry soap I'm pure
Just like I result of 99 and 44
One hundred percent p.o
Oh dear what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me
Not Cricket To Picket
It's not cricket to picket not cricket
Oh, no it's just not coming for to picket
You haven't any right you know
You're acting in great haste
Just think of the predicament
In which your boss is placed
And entre-nous I think
It's an exceedingly bad taste
Not cricket to picket not cricket
It's not cricket to picket not cricket
Atrocious and gauche you know to picket
Go home and starve like gentlemen
Not like a noisy brood
Real ladies never make a fuss
Though they like clothes and food
And money's never talked about
For that would be quite rude
Not cricket to picket not cricket
It's not picket to cricket not picket
Uncultured and unmannerly to picket
You know you're misbehaving now
You mustn't lose your mind
You're being so inelegant
And frankly quite unkind
Excuse my indiscretion
But you're older than refined
Not picket to cricket not picket
It ain't ticket to stick it not picket
Now offer some
Get each man there a cricket
Oh, dear, where is your decency
No vanderbilts or asters
Would ask in such a vulgar way
Be fitting only dexters
I beg you get the hell away
You lousy bunch of..
What do you mean disturbing the peace?
Come with you often
Oh, you see, you're brushing my mink
Get your hands off, kid!
You don't seem to know who I am
Or whom I know
Listen, I'm an intimate friend of jimmy walker
You won't get me in the..
 

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