You won't like it here
When I first take you,
He's in the back doing his
Father O'Riley for the cops.
But you'll like Woody
(He's hiding in the shed)
And we're going with him
I told my brother...
When the Police come
Don't say nothing
Don't say nothing
And the Police will go
Cuz they don't like it
When you beat them to the
punch,
They don't like it
When you come in on a hunch.
And I've seen more dreams
Riding on his eyes,
Than a sure thing like
The Starry Skies,
And you'll like it when you
find out what he's got
In the backyard,
By the parking lot.
Hey Baby, you're my favorite
boy,
I think about you all the
time.
And this garbage that you
still employ,
Do they really pay for every
line?
For the Juke Box Fury
Pounding in your soul,
Juke Box Fury tells them where
to go,
Juke Box Fury pounding in
your head,
Juke Box Fury every vvord
we said when
We were younger
And they hurt us so,
But you never know...
You got a Juke Box.
You can make it even.
Look, I don't like it here.
This is trouble.
That guy keeps gettin'up.
That girl keeps goin'over
to the phone
I'm going to talk to them
(You just watch me)
I'm going to tell them;
"I think you two look like
you're ready to go.."
Put your foot right here.
D'you get it down all right,
dear?
Well, put your foot right
here...
Here, baby,
You're the one for me.
This must be Paradise.
She's never where you think
she'll be,
But don't worry about it
Cuz the Juke Box Fury's
Pounding in your soul
Juke Box Fury knows where
to go
Juke Box Fury pounding in
vour head
Juke Box Fury every word we
said
When we vvere younger
And they hurt us so
But you never knovv...
You don't knovv vvhat you've
got,
You can make it even!
You got a Juke Box!
You can make it even...
Like this:
Doodootin—doodootin—Doo.
Hev Danny! Wait for me!
Hey! Danny?
Marco Giunco |
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