Yipes!
This Is Your Life
(Hoffmann, McCurdy)You live like a million in dollars and cents
As rich as a king and as young as a prince
And you drive in your car with a black chauffeur
And a color TV
You can't take no, it's gotta be yes
You're spoiled, you're coddled, you only want the best
And the girls are wooed with your prep school air
They forget about me
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This is your life and it's paradise
But I gotta get away
You get up in the morning for a shower and a shave
With your clothes laid out by a French valet
And you eat your lunch in a small cafe
With a waiter in a tie
Your women are expensive, no they don't come cheap
Reading Vogue magazine for the company they keep
And they hang their heads 'cause they can't compete
With a smile and a sigh
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This is your life
Your life's been good
You know every little baby in your neighborhood
But you lost them, you let 'em get away
This is your life
Your life's been nice
You grabbed a piece of paradise but you lost it
You let it get away
This is your life, boy
This is your life
I said, "Oh, it's such a wonderful life"
This is your life
Now the rich get sick, the rich get old
They buy the little people, leave them lying in the cold
And I'd do the same if I was lying in your shoes
It could happen any day
Now you got no friends and you got no car
Your Rolls Royce smile can't get you very far
When you've lost your lease and your stocks run out
You'll find a better way
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Good Boys
(McCurdy)You hear your ma and papa say
They say their son has gone astray
They never look you in the eye
And when they're looking worn and torn
And they regret that you were born
It really makes you wanna die
They have surrendered
They sit and stare
Their disappoinment is everywhere
But we are good boys
We are good boys
We are good boys
But even good boys can go bad
And when you're driving into town
And the policemen flag you down
They don't believe that you been framed
And then it won't be long at all
Until they pin you to the wall
And since you're young then you are blamed
You must surrender
You'll sit and stare
And your frustration is everywhere
But we are good boys
We are good boys
We are good boys
But even good boys can go bad
Don't wanna live
Just wanna die
If life is this hard
I don't want to try
And now the question that remains
Is how I'll learn to keep my brains
While all my world is crumbling down
And if I gotta play the fool
And do my best to keep my cool
Then I can show my face in town
I have surrendered
I'll sit and stare
And all my failure is everywhere
But we are good boys
We are good boys
We are good boys
But even good boys can go bad
Out In California
(McCurdy)Out in California
They think they're really cool
You know they lie around on blankets
At the beach and swimming pool
And just as soon as they inspect their tan lines
They got a billion other things to do
Out in California
They're better than we are
They get no questions from their parents
They got no ceilings on their cars
And when they're finished waxing down their surfboards
They go out riding in their GTOs
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Out there -- the sun is shining bright
Out there -- the people laugh all night
Out there -- you know it ain't no place for me
Out in California, out in California
Out in California
There are bikinis everywhere
They live in mansions with a mortgage
And they go well with yellow hair
And you can see them hanging out with blue jeans
Cruising up and down the Sunset Strip
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Out in California
Where all the movie starlets die
They leave their homes in Minnesota
You know they make their mommas cry
And if they're feeling sort of self-destructive
Then they can take a trip to Disneyland
Girls Get In Trouble
(McCurdy)They leave their happy homes
When they're just too young to know
They put their trust in strangers
'Cause they got nowhere to go
But it's a cold hard world
You can feel so alone when nobody cares
And that's how girls get in trouble
They wear their clothes too tight
They want a downtown fling
They look for rich old men
They drink a Singapore sling
He comes on way too fast
He's got a wife and kids
A brief tete-a-tete
And that's how girls get in trouble
You can't keep 'em at home anymore
They run out of the kitchen and into the streets
They finish school and they just get bored
They won't wait for us, it's much too late for us
Come on girls!
They leave their happy homes
They come alive at night
They learn to love the darkness
'Cause they can see no light, no light, no light
But it's a cold hard world
You can feel so alone when nobody cares
And that's how grils get in trouble
You know they live too fast and they die too young
They're loose, they're loose
That's how girls get in trouble
Me And My Face
(Bartel, McCurdy)Well I told Bill and I told Bob
I told them not to worry 'bout me
And I told Steve and I told Stan
I told them not to worry 'bout me
'Cause the big boys at the rollerdome
Are gonna roll all over me...and my face
Well I told Patty and I told Kathy
I told them not to worry 'bout me
And I told Mary and Tyler-Moore
I told them not to worry 'bout me
'Cause all the big babes up in the city
Are gonna be big all over me...and my face
Well I told Bill and I told Bob
I told them not to worry 'bout me
And I told Steve and I told Stan
I told them not to worry 'bout me
'Cause all the big dudes at the disco
Are gonna dance all over me...and my face
Well I told Bill and I told Bob
I told them not to worry 'bout me
And I told Steve and I told Stan
I told them not to worry 'bout me
'Cause all the beach bums in Miami
Are kicking sand all over me...and my face
East Side Kids
(Bartel)East Side kids always get what they want
They don't have to ask, all the West Side kids back down
And nothing is gonna change
Because some West Side kid took my baby away
And I'm all done fooling around
I'm gonna bust some heads, I'm gonna put you down
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East Side kids gonna put you down
East Side kids gonna rule this town
East Side kids got you on the run
East Side kids are number one
Meet on the corner of north 43nd and Vine
When you're messin' with a woman you shouldn't oughta mess with mine
And you'd better not try to run
'Cause you won't be walking when I get done
You'll be lucky if you can crawl
You'll be lucky if you can even move at all
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Hey boy what's you doing on my side of town?
You better get out quick 'cause we don't like you hanging around
We just don't like your kind
You'd better get out quick before I change my mind
Well, I'm gonna do what I choose
Because I just don't care and I've got nothing to lose
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Russian Roll
(McCurdy)We're here again, but you complain
It's different now, it's not the same
The world's at war and we're at play
Let's try and wish the world away
You're scared but I don't know why you have to be
You talk and talk and talk some more
What will we do in case of war?
We'll fight the Reds, go underground
And when we're done, we'll hand around
You're scared but I don't know why you have to be
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I don't care if the A-bomb falls
I won't mind if Mr. Brezhnev calls
It's okay 'cause it will all be that way in spite of me
I don't care if the A-bomb drops
I won't mind if the jukebox stops
It's okay if they take control
We've still got Russian Roll
The Reds are here, the Reds are there
The Commies are cool, the Commies are square
From Siberia to Leningrad
Their vodka's good but their aim is bad
Your scared but I don't know why you have to be
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Hangin' Around
(Bartel, McCurdy)Jack is a gauster
My black and white friend
He knows it's much too late for a change
So he's got to pretend
With a cap on his head
Platform shoes on his feet
There's no operation
Can make him complete
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He's hangin' around at the Club Detroit
He's hangin' around the Flame Room
He sticks up, he sticks out
He gets up, he gets out
I feel so sorry for him
He's hangin' around but he don't fit in
Could have been a hoodlum
Could've had a car
I don't really know who's the one who decided
What we do and what we are
So he learns how to dance
And he practice the stroll
He buys clothing on time
Jack's got soul!
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Now Jack is a gauster
He's feeling alright
He's a little unhappy
'Cause his parents were white
The disco connection
He looks for the groove
He's hangin' around
He wants to be smooth
Jack just wants to be smooth
He's hangin' around at the Club Detroit
He's hangin' around in a Banlon shirt
He's hangin' around in his Coupe de Ville
He's hangin' around the Flame Room
He sticks up, he sticks out
He gets up, he gets out
I feel so sorry for him
He's hangin' around but he don't fit in
The Ballad of Roy Orbison
(McCurdy)Such a day, such a night
And when I left you in the morning
I could tell that everything could be right
Where there's a will, there's a way
And if I learn to speak your language
I could think of clever things to say
But we don't see the light of day
And we love every night away
In awhile we may leave our bed
But there's no place left to go instead
Long ago when we met
It was somewhere south of Texas
But it wasn't Acapulco yet
We were gazing eye to eye
It was hot and hopeless love
Without a moment left to wonder why
And the words that you whispered low
Were some words that I didn't know
But I knew what you really meant
And on and on the story went
Refrain
Now she kisses me in a different tongue
It lasts for hours' cause we're oh so young
And we don't talk so much 'cause we don't know how
And it won't last long if I don't learn now
Hacienda, nochos zorro
En el oro me segunda yo no tengo
Yo no puesto por favor
Ford Grenada, North Korea
Senorita en Cordoba John Travolta
Frank Sinatra senor
And the words that you whispered low
Were some words that I didn't know
But I knew what you really meant
And on and on the story went
Refrain
I'm just trying to talk to you
Last of the Angry Young Men
(McCurdy)I see a shape in your window
I hear a voice in your head
A hint of indiscretion
I think I've been here before
A cigarette in the ashtray
An unusual blend
I smell cologne in your bedroom
Must be a different man
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I've been jilted, I've been stood up
I've been abandoned, I've been cast off
I'm the last of the angry young men
And I'm really looking forward to some sweet revenge
An empty bottle of bourbon
The glasses sit by your bed
Did someone mess up your makeup?
Did someone mess up your head?
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