Rosetta

By Mike Snow

Well my little girl is a sweet little girl
But she does things make your eyebrows curl:
You let her loose on a Friday night
You know it's gonna end in a fight.

Rosetta drinks her whiskey neat
She gets in a fight and she might get beat:
So I go round on the Saturday night
And ask her if she feel allright.

Rosetta are you better
Are you well well well
Rosetta are you better
Are you well well well
Well well well
Well well well

When Friday comes she's fine again
So we go to a club where we got friends:
Knocked on the door but we couldn't get in
'Cos the boss don't want no fuss.

So we went up town and drank around
And Rosie ended on the ground
So I took her home and I put her to bed
And you can guess what I said.

Rosetta are you better
Are you well well well
Rosetta are you better
Are you well well well
Well well well
Well well well

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Yellow Man

By Randy Newman

Very far away in a foreign land
Lives a yellow woman and a yellow man
He's been around for many a year
They say they were there before we were here

Eatin' rice all day
While the children play
You see he believes
In the family
Just like you and me

Oh, yellow man, yellow man
We understand, you know we understand

Ra-te-dah-ra-te-dah...

He keeps his money tight in his hand
With his yellow woman, he's a yellow man
Eatin' rice all day
While the children play
You see he believes
In the family
Just like you and me

Oh, yellow man, yellow man
We understand, you know we understand

Ra-te-dah, ra-te-dah...

He keeps his money tight in his hand
With his yellow woman, he's a yellow man
You've got to have a yellow woman
When you're a yellow man

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The Dole Song

I left my soul down a hole
Now I'm signing on the dole
And there ain't no more money coming my way
I've tried my hand at this and that
I've even tried bein' a Democrat
But there ain't no equal pay coming my way

I took schoolin' in my stride
My horizons were so wide
But I reached too high --
I slipped and fell and festered
It's a wipeout
A strikeout
Tell 'em all about it

My room has posters on the wall
Plastic bombs stacked in the hall
And people just don't know what's coming their way
My philosophy is plain
As I've nothing much to gain
I'll take as many as I can when I go my way

I took schoolin' in my stride
My horizons were so wide
But I reached too high --
I slipped and fell and festered
It's a wipeout
A strikeout
Tell 'em all about it

My room has posters on the wall
Plastic bombs stacked in the hall
And people just don't know what's coming their way
My philosophy is plain
As I've nothing much to gain
I'll take as many as I can when I go my way

Burn, baby, burn
Burn it to the ground
Burn, baby, burn
I wanna watch it all burn down
Burn, baby, burn
I wanna watch the world burn down
Burn, baby, burn...


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